Overcoming Sorrow

[CreepyFrank]

He couldn't get over how beautiful she was. As she knelt at his feet and kissed his throbbing cock, he smiled. Of course a billionaire would have a beautiful wife, he thought, but the thought didn't fit. He didn't see a billionaire's wife. He just saw a beautiful woman, sliding his cock into her mouth.

There was something in her eyes when she looked up at him. It wasn't just submission. It was more than that. It wasn't love. They barely knew each other. It was something, though, and it made him feel like a god.

"Oh... yes... that's my beautiful girl," he whispered. His hand fell down, touching her head, fingers running through her hair, but gently, not pulling. It didn't take much. His need, her obedience, and that look in her eyes.

"Here it comes," he said, his voice choked. And he came, hot cum spurting into her mouth. He braced himself against the wall as his body shuddered with release, and he locked his knees before they buckled under him. He groaned with pleasure, and stroked her hair.

"Good girl," he panted. "Good girl."

 

[wideeyedone]

It was like he knew every button to push. She took every last drop his cum and swallowed. And she continued to lick and suck him clean. But she was in such a soft and pliant place.

And he called her a good girl. And the tears came. It felt so good to please him. It felt good to know she could still submit like this. She pressed her face to his thigh and clung to him.

His hands in her hair felt so good. She almost purred.

"Thank you, Sir." She whispered in her soft, teary voice.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He looked down at her, in a haze from finally cumming after so long without release. She was crying, and he frowned, for just a moment not understanding. Of course, he thought, she's mourning her husband, she's feeling this for the first time with another man. He reached down and unwrapped her arms from his leg. He lifted her arms up, and then reached down to scoop her up off the floor.

Carrying her naked in his arms, holding her head to his chest, we went back into the living room. The armchair would be perfect, he thought, and it was. He sank in, with her in his lap, the arms supporting her legs and lower back, and he held her close with one arm, and stroked her thighs with the other hand.

"Good girl. I've got you. It's ok." He whispered the three phrases over and over, like a monk reciting a mantra, and let her cry.

 

[wideeyedone]

She melted in his arms. Snuggling in against his warmth. She nuzzled his throat and kissed his chest and shoulders through his clothes. It didn't take long for the tears to subside. She closed her eyes and just sunk into him.

"Sir, will you stay?" She whispered. "I can run you a hot shower, or would you like something to eat?"

She wasn't ready to let go and she wasn't sure that he would come back.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He looked at her carefully. Of course he wanted to stay, but it wasn’t the smart play. If he left now, she would see how much less he needed her. It would make her need for him even stronger, or at least more desperate. Always leave them wanting more. He glanced at his watch.

“The last boat leaves in half an hour,” he said. “Between the time it takes to get dressed and get down there, I only have about ten minutes to spare.” He kissed her forehead, and looked in her eyes. He didn’t want to leave, though. This beautiful, naked creature, so reflexively submissive, was too good to walk away from.

“I can stay the night, but I will need to catch an early ferry in the morning,” he said.

 

[wideeyedone]

Her smile lit up her face when he agreed to stay. She kissed his throat, and nuzzled his chest. She slipped from his lap to her knees. She nuzzled the front of his pants and then she opened his trousers.. She didn't expect for him to be hard, since he had just fucked her so soundly.

But she needed to show him her appreciation to him that he was staying. She took him out and covered his cock with kisses.

She could taste them both on his skin.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He stared at her as she slid to her knees, and started opening his pants. She took his cock out, and began kissing it. He was shocked, and for a moment, he just stared, open mouthed. He'd known women who were eager to please, but none who had so immediately gone for it.

Almost more surprising, his cock started to stiffen again. He wasn't a kid anymore. It usually took him a little longer to bounce back. It had been a long month, though, and she was exceptionally beautiful.

"You little slut," he said, admiringly. "You must have really missed having a cock around. Is that what it is?"

 

[wideeyedone]

"I am your slut. I am your fucktoy. I am your pretty thing. I am your little one." She took him deep in her mouth and then she looked up at him again.

"It isn't just any cock. It's your cock." She rubbed her breasts against his thighs. "There were other men that looked at me like they were hungry. But they weren't like you."

She then took his cock back in her mouth.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He reached down, pulling her head off his cock. It was hard now, and glistening with spit. He kissed her softly on the mouth.

"What man wouldn't be hungry for a woman as beautiful as you? What man wouldn't want you on your knees at his feet? What man wouldn't want to make you his own?" He ran his hand over her body, kissing her softly between words.

"You can suck me later," he whispered in her ear. "First, I want to know you. Lay back and spread your legs."

 

[wideeyedone]

She moaned against his kiss. And then he told her to lay back. And she did. She laid back on the plush rug on the floor, sinking into the plush fibers. She spread her sleek legs for him, showing him the slick wet lips of her pussy.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" She asked coyly.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"Rub it for me," he said, sitting back. His cock stood up stiff and hard as he watched her, but he wasn't ready to cum again. The first time, he had been swept up in his lust, but now he had cum, he felt more like himself again. He was in control.

"You're a beautiful woman, and you have a delightful pussy and a talented mouth. I'm sure that would be enough for most men. I don't want to just be someone who you fuck," he said. "If that's all this is, I'll leave in the morning and we'll call this a one night stand."

He stood up, and slowly walked around her as she lay on the floor.

"I want you naked, vulnerable, ready for me. Not just your body, though. You've shown me some of your feelings, your pain and your pleasure. It's a start, but it's not enough. I need to know you. Are you ready to tell me your name, yet?"

 

[wideeyedone]

He told her to touch herself. And his chocolate voice warmed her up from the inside out. She slid her hands down her body. She began stroking herself. Rubbing the lips of her pussy softly, feeling herself getting wet. She couldn't keep her hips still, and she slipped her fingertips inside her wet slit.

"Christine.... or Christi. Before I got married everyone called me Christi." She folded her hand up and began to use her knuckles against her clit. She began rubbing hard, rocking her knuckles against her. She planted her feet on the floor, her hips rocking, until she came, hard.

 

[CreepyFrank]

"Did I tell you to cum, Christi?" he said. He chuckled and tsked his tongue, looking down on her. He stepped next to her and slid his foot under her, rolling her over.

"On your knees. Keep your face on the floor." He spoke calmly, and then he reached down to caress her ass.

"Do you need a spanking, Christi?" He said, squeezing her cheeks. "Are you a naughty little slut, cumming without permission, sucking strange men's cocks in your husband's house?"

 

[wideeyedone]

She moaned softly when he caressed her ass.

"I have been a very bad girl." She whispered. "I have been very bad. I just had an orgasm without asking. I lured a man to spend the night with me. And I got soaking wet just thinking about him on the ferry when I met him."

It took all she had to keep her face to the floor. She wanted to look back at him and see his responses, but she would just have to listen.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He smiled, and gave her ass a gentle spank.

"You're a horny little slut, Christi," he said softly, and gave her another soft spank. Then he resumed walking, circling her. "You know that's the first thing I thought when I saw you? You looked so sad, standing there on the boat, on your way to this personal Siberia. I thought, 'That bitch needs to get laid.'"

He spanked her harder, once on each cheek.

"Keep rubbing your pussy, little slut. I didn't tell you to cum, but I didn't tell you to stop, either." His hands rubbed her asscheeks, spreading them apart. Then he stood up.

"You haven't done anything wrong, Christi," he said and spanked her. "I'm not punishing you. I'm just spanking you because I like it. There is one thing I want to know, though. Can you cook?"

 

[wideeyedone]

She was flooded with sensation. Her fingers against her clit. The soft rug against her nipples and sensitive skin, his hand smacking against her ass, and his warm, commanding voice.


"Yes, Sir. I cook very well." She moaned softly. "I can please you in bed and in the kitchen."

 

[CreepyFrank]

“I expect you can,” he said, slapping her asscheeks once more each. He stood up then, grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her up, looked her in the eye. “But any slut can satisfy a man’s cock, and any halfway decent cook can satisfy my belly. What I am looking for is something far more intimate and demanding than simply feeding me and getting my rocks off.” He touched her cheek, his thumb brushing across her lip.

“I want to know you,” he said. “Were you born with the silver spoon in your mouth?”

 

[wideeyedone]

Her whole body sighed when his thumb brushed across her cheek. She closed her eyes and listened to his voice. She was surprised when he asked about her upbringing.

"No. My childhood was nothing like this. I worked at a non profit. That is how I met Tom. He bought a playground for the center and came to the ribbon cutting. I was playing with the kids on the playground. But back to your question, no. Before I met Tom I used to keep an emergency twenty hidden in my wallet. "

She wondered if he knew her story. That she had been a foster kid, that she paid her way through city college often taking night classes. It hadn't bothered Tom but he didn't want to highlight it and she had begun schooling her on how to behave in society almost immediately.

 

[CreepyFrank]

Frank nodded, listening to her. She sounded like she was telling the truth.

"You've done a good job. I'd never know you weren't born rich. It seems very natural to you." He leaned in and kissed her. He pulled her hand away from her pussy, and covered her with his hand, sliding a finger inside. "Were you ashamed of where you came from? Is that why you started acting this way? Did you submit to him because of his money?"

 

[wideeyedone]

It was hard for her to concentrate with him stroking her and then fingering her. She closed her eyes and let him control her.

"I wasn't ashamed. I just didn't have anyone to tie me to my past. I grew up in the foster care system. I didn't submit to his money, it was more about him as a person. His money did mean I didn't have to work, that I could be his girl full time. It made things easier but I find ambition attractive and excellence attractive. If he had been a cabinet maker or a fisherman, he would have excelled. " Her body was shivering as he teased her but she was also shivering because she felt vulnerable. He was getting to know the real her.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He nodded, listening to her answer. He felt her shiver, and he knew it wasn’t just the way he was touching her. He had learned long ago that sex was a powerful tool for a man seeking to control a woman, but not the most powerful. Far from it. Intimacy was what did the job, and sex was simply a physical kind of intimacy. The more she told him, the more bound she would feel to him. Touching her was a simple pavlovian reward. She would associate the pleasure with the vulnerability. He let his finger swirl around her clit a few times, and then he brought it to her mouth. He brushed it across her lips. Then he kissed her.

“I am sorry for asking,” he said. His hand wandered down her body, caressing her breasts and gliding over her belly, finally finding its way back to her pussy. “I have to know what kind of person you are. I can see that you have a deep need to submit, I saw that on the ferry, and that was enough to bring me here tonight. I am going to ask one last question, Christi, and I want you to think carefully. In fact, I don't want you to answer me, yet. Are you ready to be owned again?”

"And on a different subject, what's for dinner?"

 

[wideeyedone]

Just as he stroked and teased her with his fingers, they almost seemed to poke inside of her, strumming through her heart and her mind. She almost whimpered when he asked her if she was ready to be owned again. She was really shocked that she was so easy to read. It made her wonder what she did that attracted him to her, how she showed her submission just standing on the ferry.

"There are several options for dinner, Sir. The housekeeper worries that I don't eat enough, so there's some ribeyes, scallops, and some bluefish. I can put on my apron and get something started. The kitchen has a grill." She took his hand and lead him into the kitchen. She offered him a chair in the cozy breakfast nook.

The kitchen was larger than her first apartment. She tied on a white canvas apron.

"What sounds good to you, Sir?" She asked playing the perfect, but naked, fifties housewife.

 

[CreepyFrank]

The apron nearly made Frank jump her. He wasn't even sure why, it wasn't as if he'd ever shown any signs of having a housewife fetish before, but things were different with Christine. He should have left after that first fuck, caught the late ferry, and left her wondering for a few days, but when the moment had come, he hadn't been able to make himself go. Now the sight of her in an apron was making him horny as a goat. And he wanted steak.

Growing up, steak had been the meat of choice for the men in his family to mark a special occasion. To him, it had always felt like the thing working class guys ate to make themselves feel rich. Fish, on the other hand, had always been too expensive to buy in the store. They worked fishing boats, so they didn't go fishing to relax. They never went anywhere near the water on their days off, most of the time. Francis Lemann always ate fish when he couldn't get lobster.

He slipped an arm around her waist, lifted her chin and kissed her sweetly on the lips, lingering over it for a few seconds before he pulled his lips away and smiled at her.

"I think I'll have steak," he said. "Make it bloody."

 

[wideeyedone]

After he kissed her, she looked in a drawer and grabbed a hair band. She swept her dark hair up into a ponytail. She pulled the ribeyes from the fridge. She sprinkled them with salt and pepper. Then she placed two cast iron skillets on the stove and lit the burners. She melted some butter in each pan, and when the pans were hot enough for the butter to sizzle, she laid the steaks in the pan to sear.

She started another skillet with some butter. She expertly sliced onions and then tossed them in the pan to caramelized. She flipped the steaks and then used a pot holder to move the skillets to the oven.

While the steaks finished she sauteed some fresh green beans with a touch of lemon and salt.

She let the steaks rest for a moment, she had cooked hers just a touch longer. She plated their steaks and placed his before him.

"Sir, I hope everything is to your satisfaction." Her face was lit up as she stood before him.

 

[CreepyFrank]

He watched her cooking, smiling to himself. She had no shame about serving him, naked under her apron. He thought he knew the answer to the question he had asked, but he also knew her grief was fresh. She had been his girl full time, in her words, and he knew the bond between them would be deeper than he could really comprehend. He had never felt a bond with the women he used. He had simply allowed their feelings to bind them to him. He knew how they reacted when he cut them off, and he could only imagine how deep and painful the void in Christine was. As badly as she clearly needed someone in that space, he would have to be very careful.

He smiled when she set the plate in front of him. He smiled at her, and picked up his knife and fork. He cut slowly, through the center of the steak, and cut a small piece out. He lifted it to his lips, and then he looked at her as he put it in his mouth. It was rich, well seasoned, quite salty to his palate, as rare steak would be to someone who eats beef. The onions and the fat countered the salt, so it wasn't unpleasant. He chewed and swallowed, not taking his eyes off of her.

Then he set the knife and fork down. He reached around her waist and pulled her between his legs, his hands running over the swell of her ass.

"You were right," he said. "You can please me in bed and in the kitchen." He reached up, pulling her head down so he could kiss her. It was a warm, tender kiss, sensual but not fierce. Then he patted her bottom.

"Sit, eat with me. Let us enjoy the food and talk about inconsequential things."