One Shots

Mistress Mariah (MxF)

She looked down at the phone as it buzzed on her desk.

The name and picture on the screen excited her, but she couldn’t and wouldn’t let him know that.

So, she answered with a calm, “Hello?”

"Mistress Mariah,” he greeted in a small voice.

“Yes, Sean? What is so important that you had to interrupt my work day,” She asked in a stern tone.

"I’m so sorry, Mistress Mariah, but...can I see you tonight?"

She huffed in faux annoyance, “You called to ask if you see me? You called me during my work hours, which I have time and time again told you not to, and to make matters worse, you’re going against the simple command I gave you last weekend, aren’t you, pet?”

"Yes, Mistress, and I’m terribly sorry ma’am, but it’s just that...well, I miss you and I need you, ma’am. I’ve been a good boy, haven’t I?"

She was grinning, she loved when he had a hard time listening and he knew it too, but that didn’t excuse the blatant disrespect and disregard for the command she gave him.

“You have, Sean, and I’ve been very proud of you, but, I told you I would call you. Did I or did I not?”

He was quiet for a moment and then he whispered, ”You did, indeed, ma’am. I am sorry for wasting your time Mistress. I’ll let you go so you can get back to work ma’am."

She had to clear her throat so the goofy smile would leave her face, “Thank you, Sean. Have a wonderful rest of your day.”

He let out a weak, "You too ma’am. I hope to speak with you soon, ma’am."

And she waited.

He knew better than to hang up before her in case she had something else to say.

And she listened to him breathe in anticipation, his breathy inhales doing the most erotic things to her.

She let him sit on the phone waiting and she could practically feel the desperation rolling off of him.

“Pet?”

"Yes, Mistress,” he asked, the smile apparent on his face though she couldn’t see it.

“I’ll come get you from work today. Do you have any objections to this?”

"Oh, no ma’am. I’ll be waiting patiently. You want me in my office, ma’am?”

This time she left the smile play out in her voice as well, “I do, Sean. Do you have a plug with you today?”

She knew he did for certain times such as this, but she wanted to give him a chance to show how good of a boy he was for her.

"Oh, yes, Mistress Mariah. Would you like me to put it in, ma’am?"

“I would, Sean. I want you to be ready for tonight.”

There was a brief pause and then a fierce, “I am always ready for you, Mistress Mariah.”

“Yes, to a fault, I suppose,” she stated, slightly irritated.

She remembered the time when she had called him at the beginning of their relationship and he had been in a meeting but he took her call anyways, and stayed on the phone for 15 minutes before he let it be known that he had people waiting for him.

She had, of course, chastised him for not letting her know—she was a dominant, after all, not a dictator—and making the important people at his office wait.

He insisted that it was fine because he was one of the senior partners at the firm so he could and would take her call at any time, day or night.

But she had quickly put a stop to that with a ′If you are in a meeting or if something important is going on then you are to let my call go to voicemail, but you are allowed to send a quick text explaining why you couldn’t answer.′

He had answered with a disappointed ′Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress.′

But all of that was beside the point.

“I’ll see you later, pet,” she purred.

“I eagerly await your arrival, Mistress Mariah,” he said with an awed breathy whisper.

She hung up without another word or pause for error on his part. She really did have work to do but she had just that few little minutes to spare—for him.

***

“Hello and welcome to Paxton, Pointer, and associates. How can I be of assistance?”

Mariah smiled down at the young blonde who was apparently new—brand new.

She took in her devastatingly beautiful feminine features and decided that she would have her one day, but that day was not today.

“I’m here to see Mr. Pointer,” she purred.

The blonde gazed at her in awe and Mariah watched a light pink hue raise in the girls' cheeks.

‘Useful for later,’ she made the mental note.

The girl seemed to shake herself from her thoughts before nodding, “Yes ma’am. Your name?”

“Mariah,” she, again, purred in a low voice.

The girl gazed at her for a few more moments before she finally looked down at the company phone and pressed a few buttons. It was only a moment before Mariah heard Sean’s deep ‘boss-like’ voice through the speaker.

“Yes, Ava?”

‘Ava’ cleared her throat and looked back up at Mariah, “Sir, there’s a woman here by the name of Mari—”

“—Yes, of course. Send her in, Ava.”

Mariah smirked at Ava’s bewildered expression. Sean’s voice had gone from boss to sub in a matter of seconds and Mariah was sure that, while Ava hadn’t known what they were, she could hear the difference.

As soon as Ava found her voice she stuttered out a, “S-second door on th—”

“On the right, yes. I’ve been here. Thank you for your help, Ava,” Mariah said as she walked around the girl and down the hall.

As Mariah walked into Sean’s office she smirked at the sight before her.

He was down in position in front of his desk: kneeling, palms flat on his thighs, his eyes on the floor, but what really got her was that he was still in his navy suit and he knew how much she loved him in his navy suits.

She shut the door with a quiet Click and approached him without a word. Half the punishment was waiting for the inevitable and she knew how and loved to make him wait.

She hummed as she looked down at him and could see his fingers twitching slightly, just itching for one touch of her soft skin.

He, on the other hand, shuddered as his dominant ran her nails into his hair and lightly scratched his scalp.

“Permission to speak, ma’am,” he asked in a breathless voice, his eyes still trained to the floor.

She hummed in thought, but agreed, “Yes, pet.”

“I’ve missed you so, Mistress. I’m so happy to see you,” he whispered gratefully.

“My heels, you mean,” she stated from in front of him. All his eyes could see were her six-inch red pumps with a dainty ankle strap and she knew he was a sucker for her feet in gorgeous heels.

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered and Mariah watched his hands inch down his thighs towards her feet.

“You may kiss them,” she gave in.

And in an instant he had his hand around her ankle and his lips on her heels, on the tops of her feet, going between both before he started kissing up her right shin.

“Pet,” she said sternly. She hadn’t given him permission to do anything else, but here he was, doing what he wanted.

His blatant disregard for her command turned her on so much and he knew how to work his magic. She was his dominant in life and in s*x, but where feelings came into play, she was the sub, and he knew how to get her in her feelings.

He ran his hands up the backs of her thighs and held on as he kissed her knee and then made his way up her thigh.

“Sean,” she called as he started pushing up the hem of her skirt.

“I can’t help myself, Mistress,” he said breathlessly as he revealed her black lace thong and nuzzled his nose into the fabric.

“Try, pet,” she said through clenched teeth as she tried to hold her position as dominant and not melt into a pool of desire.

She watched as he kissed her on her lace covered mound and brought one of his hands to the back of her left knee and pulled it over his shoulder, “I need you, Mistress.”

“Sean, I mean it. Stop, now,” she growled. She could stop him if she wanted but it was so hard to say no to something she desperately wanted.

“I can’t, ma’am. Please don’t make me,” he breathed against her wet core that he had bared as he pulled the material to the side.

The hand that was in his hair pulled until he was looking up at her, “If you go any further you will be in serious trouble. This is me telling you no.” But even to her own ears, she sounded weak and her resolve was all but gone.

She felt his fingers run through her folds before bringing those fingers around for her to see, “Your body is saying something different, Mistress Mariah.”

And as she tried to find the right words she felt him push his two middle fingers into her as he knew it was enough to bend her will.

“Sean,” she breathed as he brought his mouth down and his tongue made contact with her wet skin.

“I want you to cüm for me, Mistress. I need to feel you cüm, please,” he pleaded as the pads of his fingers rubbed her front wall.

And she was already shaking as she had to concentrate on holding herself up and not absolutely scream in pleasure. Sean sucked her c**t and attacked it with his tongue like a man on a mission and his mission was her climax.

She couldn’t think with his mouth in her, his fingers inside of her. It was too much for her mind to take, but there was a nagging feeling that he should be listening to her commands but at the moment she couldn’t be bothered to care.

And then he did something he had never done before. He pulled away with a smirk and pushed her leg off his shoulder.

“Sean—” she started to protest but he stood up to his six-foot-three-inch height and towered over her.

“Back to the door,” he said in a low voice, the smirk still on his lips.

She was in disbelief as her face was contorted into an expression of shock, ”Excuse me?"

He stepped closer, causing her to step back and this continued until her back was, indeed, against the door.

“Sean,” she growled, “I don’t know what game you’re playing but you won’t like it when you’re done.”

But this side of him...this brute side of him turned her on as well. It was new...it was kinky on top of their already kinky relationship and she wanted to see where he would go with this.

“I’m fully aware, Mistress Mariah, how much trouble I’ll be in. I’m sure my ass will sting from the whip and from your strap on, but for now...for now, you’re mine and I’m not through having my way with you.”

And with that, he dropped to his knees and pulled her skirt down, “Step out.”

She did and watched him throw the skirt behind him as he placed her knee over his shoulder and then did the same with the other.

And then he stood up, with her core in his face, her legs over his shoulders, her back against the door.

Her breathing was erratic as she looked down at him. The cocky smirk still playing on his lips made sure that she was in a constant state of drenched.

“Oh, Mistress," He chuckled, his warm breath tickling her wet center, “I wish you could see how wrecked and helpless you look. All at my mercy,” he chuckled again, “It’s a nice change, don’t you think?”

All she could feel, could think was how aroused she was because she was at his mercy. She was on his shoulders six feet off the f*****g ground with her pûssy in his face.

And all she could think about was how amazing his tongue had felt a few moments ago.

“Sean, please,” she begged with a tug of his hair. She wasn’t one to beg but since they had ‘switched up rolls’ so to speak, she felt it only right to be respectful.

“What do you want, Mistress,” he breathed against her, his eyes daring her to look away.

“You, baby. I want you,” she said breathlessly.

She felt his blunt nails drag down her outer thighs and she hissed at the sensation.

“Where Mariah? Where do you want me?”

“In me or on me. I don’t care, I just need you,” she hoped he could see the storm swelling in her eyes.

“As you wish, Mistress,” he said before bringing his mouth back to her, once again, edging her closer and closer to orgasm.

And all she could do was twitch on his shoulders as his fast tongue flicked her clït.

“Yes, Sean, Yes,” she gasped out as she got closer and closer.

She leaned back fully against the door and her fingers found the edge of the door frame and she hooked her fingers into it to arch her back against him so she could get what she wanted.

“Yes, baby! Don’t stop,” she begged as she could almost taste the climax.

But he stopped.

And she growled as she opened her eyes to look down at him, “What the fück are you doing?”

He smirked as he licked his lips and unhooked one of her legs, letting it fall down his arm, and then the other until her legs were around his waist, where his uncaged c**k stood ready.

And without a second to think about the consequences, Sean lined himself up at her tiny entrance and then thrust into Mariah until he was fully seated inside of her.

He listened to her cry out and knew it was because he usually had to stretch her with at least four of his fingers before she could take him, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Sean,” she whimpered as he thrust in and out of her.

“I know, Mariah. I’m sorry,” he kissed her cheek sweetly before kissing lower and lower until he was at her neck.

He stayed there, kissing and lightly sucking the skin as he rocked in and out of her, listening to her breathy moans and cries as he hit the sweet spot within her over and over again.

“For the love of God, Sean. Please do not stop,” she begged, pleaded him.

“I won’t, Mistress. I won’t stop,” he breathed into her ear. In fact, he sped up, giving her everything he had.

He was pounding her into the wooden door when he heard a faint knock on the other side, “Mr. Pointer, Sir?”

"Go away,” he growled as he continued thrusting into Mariah.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but Mr. Paxton needs to see you. He says it’s about the case you were working on today, Sir.”

“I’m cumming, Sean,” Mariah whimpered and just a second later he felt her walls pulse around him as she cried out his name.

“May I c*m, Mistress,” he grunted into her neck, ready to explode inside of her.

“Yes, Sean. Cüm for me,” she breathed into his ear and he didn’t have to be told twice.

With Smack! of his palm against the door and a loud groan he came, shooting his seed deep within her.

“Sir,” Ava cut in.

Sean sighed as he set Mariah down on unsteady feet with an arm around her waist, “I’ll be there in a moment, Ava.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll let Mr. Paxton know.”

The couple could hear her heels against the floor as she retreated.

“I’m going to have to teach her a lesson in learning when the time is and isn’t right to interrupt,” he murmured, still catching his breath.

“Go easy on her. I’d like to have her just once and that won’t happen if you run her off,” Mariah said with a smirk and pushed Sean away so she could get her skirt.

“Am I not enough, Mistress,” he asked from behind her as she pulled the skirt up her legs to sit at her waist.

She turned and, still smirking, said to him, “You’re very much enough, Sean, but I need a sub who will listen when I give directions and I believe she could be it.”

He stalked toward her and for a moment she thought he would try to take her again, but he dropped to his knees in front of her and grabbed one of her small hands.

“I will listen, Mistress. I swear I’ll listen from now on,” he whispered.

She ran a hand through his hair and smiled down at him, “I like you the way you are, love. I like that you give me a hard time. It makes punishments fun.”

Leaning down, she kissed him on his full lips before pulling back just so that their lips still touched, “I’m going to turn your ass black and blue, my love. And then I’m going to f**k you just like you f****d me so you better hope, for your assholes sake, that the plug you chose stretches you enough.”

After she pulled away she watched a shudder rack through his large frame, “Yes, Mistress.”

His eyes shown with lust and desire as she ran her hand through his hair again and then brushed her thumb along his bottom lip, “Come see me after your talk with Paxton. I’ll even let you stay the night if you’re good.”

She watched his eyes brighten and he brought the hand he still had in his grasp up to his lips to kiss her knuckles, “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

She leaned back down and kissed him once more before pulling away, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mistress,” he breathed out as he gazed up at her.

And with a tap of her index finger to his nose, she walked around him and to the door.

“I’ll see you later,” she purred as she closed the door behind her.

As she walked past Ava’s desk the young woman wouldn’t even make eye contact with her. So she stopped right in front of the desk and cleared her throat.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ava asked as her eyes finally found Mariah’s.

Mariah couldn’t help the smirk that played in her lips before she pulled out her card and slid it across the desk, “You like what you heard? What you saw,” she asked as she motioned to the monitors on the other side of the desk.

She knew that the monitors switched feeds every so often and one of the feeds was for Sean’s office so she knew the girl had caught at least some of what they had done.

Ava was quiet, her cheeks red, her eyes wide, “Call me and we can work something out, Miss Ava. You are just the type of...doll...I’ve been looking for.”

“What about Mr. Pointer,” Ava asked in a whisper.

Mariah thought for a moment about her subs feelings and decided that a talk between them would do good.

“We’ll work something out. Don’t you worry about it.”

She turned around and headed for the glass doors but turned around with her index finger in the air, “Oh, and one more thing, love. Try not to stand at the door anymore lest you want to be pulled inside.”

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked out.

She had to hurry and get to her house before Sean’s conversation with his partner ended. After all, she had big plans for him and his ass tonight.