Hard Time's

Slumber Party

'I think today you should have a sick day.' you announce looking up at her. 'I can't, too much to do for the next show.' she strokes your hair. You press another soft kiss to her knee. 'Then I'm afraid your only option is to go in late.' you inform sympathetically. 'Why?' she quirks an eyebrow but you are already under her frock pushing it up, removing her underwear. Before she has much time to react she's arching her back and moaning as she grips the side of the table with one hand. The other reaches down running her fingers through your hair her moans echoing through the hall. John is sitting at the table with his coffee in the kitchen, the maids are setting about their tasks when they hear the moans.

They look at each other with concern if they should investigate if their boss is okay. John turns his newspaper. 'I wouldn't worry about it sounds like (y/n) is just eating breakfast.' The baroness parts her legs as far as possible to give you all the access you need. 'God yes! I'm almost.' the moan she lets out is like beautiful music to your ears. There is a smug look on your face as you look up at her licking your lips. She is panting and glaring at you for making her late she leans forward grabbing your throat. 'Incline your head.' she commands and you do so she kisses you passionately nipping at your lip. 'When we were at the store the other day I got something.'

Raising your eyebrows you sink back to your knees. 'What might that be baroness?' you purr. 'Put my underwear back on.' you do as she commands. 'Adjust my frock.' You do as she commands. 'Follow me to my room.' she gets up leading the way. Why is her walk so fucking sexy? Since she is leading the way you take the opportunity to check out her fabulous arse it really is perfect and she knows just how to move. Glancing over her shoulder she smirks. 'See something you like dear?' you blush and clear your throat.

Firstly she goes to her room and to her closet taking out the baby doll she bought you at the shop but it's different now it looks better. 'Wow.' she is pleased you like it. 'Who did you get to fix it? It looks incredible.' The baroness smirks holding it up she gently runs a hand over the fabric. 'I didn't, I corrected it myself I wanted you to wear a true baroness design.' At this, you look surprised. 'I may not do so much anymore my eyes aren't what they used to be that's why I have staff but I wanted to do this for you.' You are beyond touched and you walk over admiring the piece. 'It's beautiful.' you whisper. For once the baroness smiles genuinely happy. 'Go put it on and meet me in my study.' she instructs.

"I'm not shy, I'll say it

I've been picturing you naked

I'm a little faded

You look like a fuckin' paintin'

Big doe eyes, amazin'

She's everything I've been prayin'

My heart palpitation

She looks like the type to break it"

'At once mistress.' you tease fluttering your eyelashes. The baroness looks at you like she wants to rip all your clothes off there and then. As requested you head to the bathroom and change into your gorgeous new garment. You tie your hair into a pony and apply a little make up some eyeliner and dark lipstick. When you head to her study she's waiting dressed in lilac silky lingerie with a sexy silk robe on top. You drink in the vision of her beauty and she admires her work on your body a black bag sits beside her and she looks at it. 'Have a look.' she tosses her waist-length brunette locks over her shoulder.

It's almost like you feel nervous as you peer into the bag your eyes widen seeing the thick strapon. 'I want to fuck you.' she states this quite simply and elegantly. Turning to look at her she can see you are excited. 'Help me into it.' This you do eagerly taking it from the bag you are shaking with excitement and fumble a bit she helps when your struggle. 'Are you ready?' she strokes your cheek. You go down on your knees opening your mouth you suck the phallic object whilst looking her directly in the eye. The baroness smirks at you. 'Such a good girl.' she croons almost mocking you. The thing is you don't care you are happy to submit to her.

When you stop you've successfully lubricated it with your saliva and are slightly out of breath. 'Bend over my desk.' she instructs. At this, your eyes light up and you stand she grabs your throat first squeezing tight as she kisses you the pleasure is unreal. Her eyes dart to her desk as a command and you carefully bend over for her. 'Oh such an obedient girl.' she praises and you jump when she smacks your arse, your nipples couldn't get harder. The baroness slowly parts your legs and leans down to inspect you. 'Oh and look at that you're all ready for me.' she presses a kiss to your exposed arse cheek.

Getting to her feet she grabs the strapon guiding it into you with care. The sensation is otherworldly and you grip the edge of the desk as she fills you. It takes a while but you both adjust and find a rhythm and she fucks you like a goddess. 'Fuuck.' your mascara is running down your face the pleasure is so good you are in tears. 'Who do you belong to?' she grabs your ponytail forcing you to arch your back as she thrusts into you from behind. 'You!' you moan and her thrusts become painfully slow when you were so close. 'I'm sorry who's you?' she asks innocently her hand tweaking at your nipple her lips are against your ear as you cry out. 'I belong to you baroness I am yours.' she kisses your cheek.

'Good girl.' she amps up her thrusts dominating you as she brings you to an earth-shaking climax. She watches this with the utmost look of satisfaction. You were always hers but there was just something about physically dominating you that got her off. Removing herself from you she unclips the strapon and it hits the floor. You are still over her desk shaking badly as you try to recover. Her hand gently strokes your back when she notices how smudged your makeup is she quickly helps you up looking concerned. 'Darling I'm so sorry did I hurt you?' she immediately starts wiping your tears trying to comfort you.

Still, in awe, a smile breaks across your face. 'I...no you did the opposite of that it was just quite a lot.' you are laughing and fall against her chest feeling weak. 'I'm so glad you skipped work.' she holds you against her stroking your hair from your face. 'My girl.' she kisses the top of your head leaning back against her desk as she holds you. That smug possessive look is there again and she's pleased with herself. Despite this, she holds you and comforts you until a time you can regain your composure. She's supporting all of your weight as your knees are so weak.