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Birth of an Empire - 3
by Miles Martin (martin369@gmail.com)

***

The further adventures of a pathetic young man, who's 
darker side takes over. Once unleashed this predatory 
part of him starts taking what it wants. Nothing can 
stand in its way. After having a "nice and romantic" 
diner the night before, the young man wakes up and 
starts back where he left off. As they get ready for 
work, his relationship with his boss-turned-sexual-
plaything seems to becoming something that neither of 
them would have thought. (Mdom/F, oral, ws, mc)

***

Chapter 3

I come instantly awake. My ex-boss, and now sexual 
plaything, is stirring in my arms. I can feel she is 
trying to slide out of my embrace, without waking me. I 
feign sleep through squinted eyes, as she slowly slips 
out of my grasp and off the bed. 

Standing next to the bed for a few minutes, she watches 
me "sleep." I imagine her grabbing a pillow and slowly 
lowering it over my face. 

But I am not sure what she will really do, so am ready 
for anything. 

Slowly she reaches down. 

I tense ready to grab her. 

Her hand descends down and grabs the blanket. She 
carefully lifts it up and recovers me to my shoulders. 
Then turns and walks out of the room, still naked.

Now that she is out of the room, I look at my watch. It 
is about 9 am. The pizza shop does not "open" until 10, 
and she never shows up sooner than 11. I am the one who 
normally opens up the shop, and the only one dumb 
enough to show up at 10. But I just lay there in bed, 
once more wondering what she will do, and more 
importantly what I will do. I can hear her moving 
around in the kitchen. Cupboards open and close. 

Soon enough I can smell coffee brewing. I have never 
been one to need a cup of coffee to start my day, in 
fact I purposely do not drink it in the morning so I do 
not become reliant or addicted to it. I hear the 
refrigerator door open and close. Followed by the 
clicking of the gas stovetop lighting a burner. A few 
moments pass and I smell and hear bacon sizzling on a 
frying pan, and eggs being cooked. But I just lay there 
in her bed.

A short while later, I hear her walk back into the 
bedroom. I am still feigning sleep. She softly walks 
towards me and places her arm on my shoulder, to gently 
wake me. My eyes suddenly shoot open and I grab her 
arm. This causes her to involuntarily gasp and step 
back. I let go of her arm and I just smile at her, 
chuckling to myself.

Once she gets her composure back she, and gives me a 
dirty look, she tells me "I made breakfast. We need to 
be at the shop in half an hour, so you better get up."

"I can tell you are trying to butter me up. You want me 
to open the shop for you. Or at least just get on my 
good side. You still think you can control me. You 
cannot." I say, as I fake a yawn and stretch, pushing 
the covers off me. She has put a robe on, but I am 
still naked. 

Her eyes drift down to my cock. She is staring at it 
transfixed. I snap her out of it by saying, "I do not 
normally eat breakfast. But I will make you a deal. I 
will eat your breakfast and play nice. Even go with you 
to open up the shop. On one condition, I would like to 
wake up to a nice blow job."

Her eyes go from my face and back to my cock. Anger 
boils behind her face. Her eyes narrow as if she is 
about to start screaming. 

I just stare at her with a cocky smile and raise my 
eyebrows with an unspoken, "What will it be?" 

Reluctantly she sits down on the bed. I lean back into 
the pillow, propping my arms behind my head. Now making 
lewd and suggestive gestures with my eyebrow, she looks 
at me with disgust, as she takes my cock into her 
hands. It is already hard from morning wood, so she 
quickly leans down and takes it in her mouth. 

I give a contented sigh and mutter "Ah this is the 
life." 

She once more shoots daggers at me. Getting straight to 
business though, she takes my cock deep into her 
throat. I can tell she wants to get this over with 
quick. She cups my balls with one of her hands, and 
gently messages them. Her tongue works the base of my 
cock and works its way to my head, as she slowly bobs 
up and down. 

Finding a rhythm I allow myself to bask in the 
pleasure. I soon come to my peak, exploding in her 
mouth. 

Staring right into my eyes she swallows it all down 
without a word. The moment the torrent turns to a 
drizzle, she lets my limp cock fall out of her mouth 
and stands up, whipping her mouth on the sleeve of her 
robe.

"Well breakfast awaits, my dear." I say with a twisted 
smile. I stand up and start for the door. As I pass 
her, I whisper into her ear "Hope that did not ruin 
your appetite." I cannot keep a straight face as I say 
this, it is just so cheesy. I laugh my way out into the 
hallway. My smile grows even wider as I hear a bemused 
snort coming from the bedroom, right before she walks 
follows me into the hall.

When I see the dinner table set with only one place, I 
look over at my ex-boss. Raising an eyebrow, in a hard 
voice I accuse "What, you poison the food or 
something?"

She is taken aback by this. Her eyes open real wide 
with fear.

I turn toward her with murder in my eyes.

She stumbles back, stuttering and trying to get away. 
She stammers "Nnnno. I Jujujust ffffigured yyyou 
mmmight wwwannt…"

I cut her off before she could butcher that anymore. 
Smiling to her I laugh, "I was only joking. But since 
clearly we both do not normally eat breakfast, I think 
we shall split this." 

Realizing that there is no real danger her fear turns 
to anger. With a very put upon tone she states, "Fine. 
Let's get this over with." And starts for the chair on 
the other side of the table.

But before she can make it, I grab her arm. Looking 
into her eyes I say "No I think I am going to feed you 
myself."

A look of confusion washes over her face. She opens her 
mouth to say something.

I cut her off once more. "On your knees." I command, 
pulling down on her arm.

Watching me carefully she complies. Once down, she 
starts to object once more.

Letting go of her arm, I quickly pick up the fork, 
scoop up some eggs and shove them into her mouth before 
she can complete her bitching.

She bites down in surprise, and narrows her eyes at me. 
Chewing the eggs and quickly swallowing.

I watch her as I take a bite of egg for myself. And 
before she can start in again, I cut off some bacon and 
sweep it up with some egg. Making that little baby 
airplane noise I zoom the fork down to the beautiful 
kneeling woman next to me.

She looks at me with venom, and refuses to open up.

With a patronizing smile, I baby talk "Here comes the 
plane. Open up the hanger." The fork swoops down toward 
her mouth, but she still will not open. So I just drop 
the eggs and bacon right on her face. 

Her mouth opens in a gasp as her hands come up to wipe 
the food from her face.

I act indifferent to her, taking a bite of my own. 
Looking back down at her I ask "You ready to eat? Or 
are you going to act like a stubborn little child?"

She gives an exasperated sigh. "I'm acting childish?" 
She mutters under her breath, assuming I cannot hear 
her. Then opening her mouth wide and rolling her eyes, 
she waits for me.

I do not let her down. I carefully feed her, making 
sure it is as messy as possible. Smiling down I ask 
"There. Now is not that much better?"

She allows me to feed her the rest of the meal without 
any problems. It is a pretty nice breakfast, made all 
the better by the fact I was able to humiliate her like 
that. By the time the plate is empty her face is 
covered in greasy eggs and bacon. 

"I am going to take a shower. Wash your filth off me." 
She says, standing up. Without giving me a second 
glance, she walks out of the dining room.

I give her a few minutes before I get up myself. I hear 
the water running, as I walk into the kitchen, once 
more dropping my plate in the sink. I pour another 
glass of the cranberry juice from last night. After the 
cup is finished I decide it is time that I take a 
shower as well. 

I follow the noise of the water, until I find her 
bathroom. I slowly and silently ease the door open. 
Behind the shower curtain I can see she is facing the 
other way. Without making a sound, I sneak up and 
quickly jump into the shower. I grab her, pulling her 
to me, as she screams in surprise. 

Spinning around she gives me a shove she yells, "Can't 
I even have a minute alone?" She puts her hand on her 
hip and looks at me sternly.

I just smile back leaning against the back of the 
shower. "Nope, does not look like you can." I tell her. 
Pushing myself off the wall I move closer to her, as 
she backs up. "But am I really all that bad?" I ask, 
with the wolfish grin becoming even more predatory.

"Yes. Yes, you are." She says as she swats at me. But 
she says it with a smile.

I have kept creeping forward, and by now her back is up 
against the other wall. The water sprays down on me, as 
I continue forward. I feel her shiver, as I engulf her 
in my arms. My hands slide around her body down to her 
ass. I give it a nice squeeze, before I grab for the 
soap right behind her. Stepping back, I lather up my 
hands and stare into her eyes. "Where you want me to 
wash you first?" I ask with a lewd smile.

Blinking a couple times, she stares at my soapy hands. 
Finally after a few moments she turns around and 
mumbles, "My back."

I work my soap covered hands all over her back, making 
sure not to miss a spot. Then working my way up, I 
massage the soap into her neck and shoulders. 

She leans closer into me, as I do. Giving a relaxed 
sigh she lets her guard down and enjoys the massage. "I 
have noticed you have been a lot more talkative this 
morning." She sighs out with a smile.

"Yes, and I noticed that you have been a lot more 
acceptive of my advances this morning." I respond, as I 
slowly work my way down and then back up her arms. 

I red blush radiates down her skin. It seems I have hit 
a nerve. A silence falls over us.

I draw her closer to me, as my hands find their way to 
her chest. I lather up her breasts, as she moans. As I 
pass over her nipples I grab on to them, giving them a 
twist. My hard cock is pressed jutting up between us, 
and has found its way into the crack of her ass. I have 
been holding my bladder all morning. Pulling her hard 
to me, I nibble on her ear and let my bladder go. She 
struggles in my arms as the hot liquid flows between 
us. 

I whisper into her ear, in-between nibbles, "I have to 
mark you as my territory. We do not want any other men 
to claim you now, do we?" I laugh as I continue my 
massaging of her chest and the flow slows down to a 
trickle. When it finally stops, I let go of her.

She once more spins on me with an angry look in her 
eyes. I just smile back at her. She grabs the soap from 
my hand, and lathers up her own hands. Without a word 
from me, she starts to rub her hands on my chest. She 
works her way up and down my arms. Pressing her breasts 
into my chest, as she reaches around to soap my back. A 
sudden smile comes across her face, and her arms press 
me in even tighter.

An abrupt flow of hot liquid hits my penis. My smile 
mimics hers as my arms cradle her head and draw her to 
me for a passionate kiss. Her petty show of revenge has 
sparked something inside of me. Spark a bestial passion 
within me. The hot shower water and her piss flow down 
our bodies as we are locked in a mad duel of our 
tongues. In the end the need for breath overtakes us 
both and our mouths must part. We both pant as we stare 
into each other's eyes. There is a hunger in her stare, 
a need. She wants me. 

I guess I have sparked an equally bestial passion in 
her. Still panting, my hands move down to her waist. 
Picking her up, I surge forward slamming my cock into 
her, at the same time I slammed her against the wall. I 
build a mad pace, thrusting into her hard and fast. 

I can feel her thrust back into me as hard as she can. 
With each thrust she gives out an animalistic grunt of 
pleasure. Lifting her legs up and wrapping around me, 
she pulls me in deeper. She now starts talking dirty to 
me. Screaming, "That's right pound me good and hard! I 
have been such a dirty bitch, and I need you to punish 
me! Take all your frustration out on me! I deserve it! 
I am just a whore!"

I allow all my anger and frustrations go into my 
thrusting; giving each thrust power I never knew I 
possessed. I can feel the thundering shock as her back 
hits the wall behind her. It must be hurting her, but I 
do not care. The thrill and pleasure, is all that 
matters. Pounding this fucking whore that has been the 
bane of my existence for so long, is all that matters. 
No longer holding my urges back, is all that matters. 

The world suddenly fades and my senses become duller, 
as I feel molten pleasure building in my balls. My cock 
seems to be engulfed in flames as the sum rushes out 
and into her womb. I had never felt anything like it 
before. I almost lost consciousness as the pleasure 
rocked through me. My sperm just kept flowing and 
flowing, seemingly unending. My legs became weak, and I 
almost fall from our combined weights. 

As the first burst of my semen hit the back of her 
cunt, a window shattering scream of ecstasy floods out 
of my ex-boss' mouth. The world shattering orgasm 
consumes her as well. Her nails dig into my back, and I 
feel blood start to flow, to be washed down the drain. 
We are both locked into the overwhelming stimulation, 
holding on for dear life to one another. I am not sure 
how I kept us up right.

The next thing I know there is cold water raining down 
on us. We have been in the shower so long we have used 
up the last of the hot water. Quickly we rinse off, 
both of us woozy. She seems even more so then I, so I 
help her out of the shower. She looks out of it, as I 
towel her down. Her eyes have a distant stare. When we 
are both dry, I scuttle her to the bedroom and push her 
toward her closet. 

"Hurry up and get dressed, you need to open up the shop 
and make me some money," I tell her as I pick up my own 
clothes and slip them back on. 

Once dressed, I wait until I am sure she is dressing 
herself, before I leave the room and wait for her in 
the living room. I look at my watch and it is already 
11:08. "Hopefully one of the cooks has shown up and at 
least turned on the ovens." I think to myself as I wait 
for my boss-turned-sex-slave to get dressed.

When she walks back into the living room she looks her 
old self again. Frowning at me, as if I was the one 
holding her up. Well, I guess I was. We rush out the 
door, and she hurries to her car.

"No, we are going to take my car." I say over my 
shoulder, as I unlock the driver's side door. 

She once again gives me a venomous look as she walks 
over to my passenger side door.

I smile up at her as I lean over to unlock it. She 
climbs in and turns away from me, looking out the 
window at nothing. "Well I guess you have quite a bit 
to think on now." I say with a wolfish grin. I too am 
soon lost in thought, thinking about my new and bright 
future. I start up the car and pull away from the curb. 

To be continued?

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