Possession (Editing)

Chapter 4

After worked was done and over with, my boss gave me the gratitude of leaving early- on account of I had to come in early the next morning. Amy invited me to go over and so I happily obliged and we ordered chinese food, I flopped on her bed and she cleared her throat at me. "Don't think we're finished with this conversation." She then says. I look down, and I watched as Amy had her eyebrows raised at me. Her pink lips shining with freshly swabbed lip gloss. "And what provoked this?" She asks, completely humored by my sudden exclaimation. "He ran after me and grabbed me in the car. He was all like 'You're my personal assistant. Mine. I like control and blah blah blah.'" I say entwining my fingers. She taps her face thoughtfully, "Sounds possesive. So did what he say turn you on?" She asks innocently., crossing her legs. It was a question I should have immediately knew the answer to, considering everything down there was as wet as the thunderstorm outside. I gulp but I should be able to speak truthfull about this. I'm an adult damnit! "Hell yes, but only because of how close he was to me, " I babble, looing down. She laughs silently. "Rayleen, you're a female. There is no need for excuses this stuff like this. Sounds like to me, you like dirty talk." She says grinning and I flushed pink. I didnt want to have this conversation with her, especially now! "I dont know what I like, I'm just a little ole virgin." I say embaressed, walking over to sit down next to her. "Just cause you're a virgin doesnt mean you dont have to know what you like. Before I lost my virginity, I already knew I would like rough sex. Some people are just born with the natural way of knowing. Something may affect you as a child...causing you to like certain things." She says, the corners of her lips twitching into a sorry smile. "Nothing happened to me to like...dirty talk." I say, almost like I just cursed. It sounds so foolish coming from my lips.

"You never know. Certain things you're just used to. As a child I was abused so I'm a bit masochistic." I almost convulse at what she just said- she said it so freely..out in the open, like she didnt care. "You mean you li-like pain?" I say, stressing the last word as if it's foreign. She nods quickly, "To an extent. Pain was always a form of release and that's exactly what pleasure is too." She says simply shrugging at me. Suddenly I feel like a teenager again, talking about the forbidden do's and dont's. "And you know, Mr. Boss Man sounds like he has a secret fetish of his own." She implies, nodding towards me as if I'm supposed to catch on. "What, the fact that he's a control freak?" I say jokingly, crossing my arms. "That leads to something else. He sounds like a Dom." I blink back at her, now these words were surely foreign. "A Dom?" I ask. I feel so uneducated- and that I hated! "You know, a Dominant. He's possessive- controlling- demanding. That has BDSM written all over it!" She exclaims. "BDSM like in-"

"Dont you dare say 50 Shades Of Grey! That wasn't even close to it. I'm talking flat out, real hardcore, uncensored BDSM." She says annouciating her words perfectly. "Bondage," I breathe, looking down. "Discipline." She adds. "Dominance?" I guess, she nods slowly. "Submission." "Sadism." "Masochism." Amy finally finishes, and we breathe deeply as if we finished some type of big exam. "Question is do you like and or accept all four of those things?" I shake my head instantly. "Hell no." And she smiles cheekly at me, "You're meaning to tell me, you have never embraced any secret fantasies. Or even had any fantasies?" She asks, exclaiming and I turn away shyly. I never had sex, I never thought about sex, I never dreamed about sex. "I dont have time to be thinking about that kind of junk." "Junk? Sex isn't a bad thing Rayleen. It's a time to embrace and celebrate someone else's and believe it or not..your own body" She says giggling at me.

"I just...I never..." My voice trails off. "I know, had sex before." She finishes, but I shake my head. "No....I never got...wet before." I say silently laughing to myself. "You mean you never..." She looks down at my crossed legs and I shake my head. She's silent for a moment, then hops up, "I want you to try something, but keep an open mind okay?" She tells me, and I turn my head confused on where she's going with this. "Take off your shirt." She instructs. "What?!" I exclaim. "Oh, just do it." I blink a few times, and undo the buttons on my shirt, I had been ass naked in front of Amy before due to a few crazy and intoxicated party incidents, so it wasnt awkward. I was in my new black lace bra, and felt proud of my 34 C breasts. They were decent. "Now your skirt." She says, nodding down at me. I slide my skirt down my hips and sit there, in just panties and underwear. "Now lay back and close your eyes." So I do. "Now reach your hand and gently touch the planes of your neck." I open one of my eyes suspiciously at her. "Just do it, and eyes closed." I sigh and bring my right hand up by my neck, slowly touching the skin under my chin

. "Slower and only with your finger tips." She says, and I can feel that she's sitting next to me cross legged. I obey and I feel the sensation left under my own touch. How my skin just jumps to life at even the slightest carass. "Now slowly bring your hands down to your collarbone. Move them swiftly back and forth across you." My breath hitches and I slowly do as commanded. My skin prickles, and I'm surprised I dont find it weird with Amy next to me. "Slowly make your way down to your breasts." She suddenly breathes. "Huh?" I say, trying to follow the order not to open my eyes. "Do it," She says encouraging me, I exhale and move my hands down to the top of my breasts, "Go in your bra too Rayleen." I hear almost a humor in her voice, so I happily oblige, "Graze your fingernails across your nipples." I almost giggle at the word nipples. I was so immature. I do as I'm told and I breathe deeply. "Mmm," I coo softly. "Feel good?" She asks. "Mhm," I mumble softly, continuing the process again. "Now the next thing I want you to do is think of your sexy boss." My breathing almost stops completely. "Think of him doing these things to you. You don't have to say it outloud." She says sweetly and I let my imagination wander off. I'm in his office, standing in front of his desk and he's yelling at me as usual. Telling me I didn't do something right as always, he stands up swiftly, making his way behind me and he I hear his voice...cold as ice, right down my neck and he orders me to. "Bend over." He whispers, and I oblige. I'm wearing the shortest skirt ever known to man, with the skimpiest top on that only Ms. Newmort would wear. His hand skims over the soft lining of my panties, and his hand makes contact with my ass. Spanking me. I groan in pleasure, "One sir," I say obediently. His hand makes contact again, "Two sir," Again. "Three sir." Again. "Four sir." All the way up to twenty, by then my ass is red with hand prints and I'm soaked with undeniable pleasure. "Good girl," He says into my ear, pulling my hair back, exposing my neck for him. I can feel his touch everywhere. I feel the electricity that sparks between us and the desire I feel for him is through the roof. "You've been such a dirty girl Rayleen," He moans, his fingers reaching down to meet my wet core, he rubs my throbbing bud slowly...causing me to cry out. Only if he'll go inside... "You know you're speaking outloud right?" Amy says, suddenly breaking me momentairly from my fantasy. I open my mouth and croak out an, "Oh." She grins at me, "But don't let that stop you...let your hand do the talking to." I completely cut her off, with the sound of me moaning. Actually moaning. For the first time...ever in my life. My fingers are rubbing between my legs...touching everything I want him to be touching. I want his fingers....his touch. I arch my back and sink into the pleasure. Going over...and over...and over again. My breathing begins to quicken and I feel the wetness start to drip. Everything starts to get slippery, and I begin to rub faster. "Oh shit," I cry out and my hips buck up against my hand. "Don't stop now Rayleen, you're almost there."

Amy breathes softly. Then I feel my stomach clench together and intense, electric orgasm rip through me, which only last for abour 10 seconds. I breathe deeply and I keep my legs pressed together against my hand, trying to catch my breath. "What did you make me do?" I ask after awhile, scared to look at her expression. "You just celebrated and embraced your own body. That my friend..was your very first orgasm, how do you feel?" She asks, deepening her voice and putting an imaginary microphone in front of my face. "Refreshed," I reply giggling. "From what I saw, you are a bit masochistic yourself and you are very fond of dirty talk." She announces. "You should be a sex ed teacher." I say laughing. "I know, it was like I was born to show everyone their inner freak right?" She says, flipping her hair. "And you're not grossed out by what I just did in front of you at all?" I ask curiously. "Hell no, to be honest...that was fucking sexy!" She says laughing, and I dont know if I should be flattered or embaressed- so I just settle for both. "I always knew you were a freak. Are you going to take your fingers out from between your legs now." She asks me, and I giggle and slowly do. "You want to try something really nasty?" She asks me just then. "Hmm?" I mumble silently. "Lick your fingers dry." She says raising her eyebrows at me. "Oh you're so nasty!" I cry out...but I do it anyways.

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