You are MINE (closed)

She smirked hearing Lance obey and chose to test him again.

Perhaps I did not make myself clear... Leave... We have not returned your office to you yet.
 
Lance bristled at how he was being spoken to.

"I don't think so," he said flatly. "This is MY office, not yours. I won't make you leave, but I don't intend to, either."

***

Greg just let the battle of wills rage. Gabriella hadn't stopped fucking him, so he was fully content to let Lance and her stare at the sun and see who looked away first...
 
Pity guess you will only ever get to observe what obedience gets you... Right pet.

She licked at Greg's lips and nipped.
 
Lance didn't know what to do. Gabriella's implication was that if he did as she told him, she might be willing to have sex with him. At least, that's how he was interpreting her words. The problem was, he hated being told what to do. People like Vince and Dallis had treated him that way, like a good puppy, and all he ever really got was pissed on for it. When he got away from that life, he'd told himself he wasn't going to kowtow to anybody ever again. Why he'd given Gabriella over to Vince in the first place, he still didn't really know. It was a lapse in that resolve, one he didn't care to revisit.

Why she made it sound like she'd give him what he'd been looking for if he only obeyed, he wasn't sure. She'd stated in no uncertain terms that he would never, ever get her like he did the other girls. Besides, she was Greg's woman. How compliant was he, if he let her fuck around, if that's what she was intending?

"And if I do as you say, what does that get me?" he finally asked.
 
Obedience earns rewards. However there is the matter of you delivering me to Vince. So rewards may be slower earned for you and when I feel you are well trained enough... I hand you over to the rest of the girls out there as I am most pleased with this loving pet and quite frankly don't want another one.

She purred to Greg.
 
Lance shivered at the thought of being made a puppy dog and offered to the girls out front. Yes, they came to him willingly and performed whatever acts he desired, but the unknown of turning the tables... that was another matter entirely. He didn't think any of them harbored any true ill toward him - after all, he paid them well and kept them safe in what was, admittedly, not the best part of town.

But, seeing how Gabriella fawned over the cop... god damn, he wanted some of that. She wanted the hell out of him. It'd been so fucking long since he'd seen such a look from a woman. Unfortunately, the last woman who'd looked at him like that was dead.

"Yeah, I fucked up," he admitted. "I started a deal with the fucking devil with that asshole Vince. If I had any idea he was mixed up with Dallis, I'd have told him to go fuck himself. Last person in the world I ever wanted to see again was that guy. I was impressed by how handily you took him down, though. Sonovabitch."

He stood and thought a few seconds, drinking in the sight of Gabriella's cunt swallowing Greg's cock as she continued fucking as if she performed in front of an audience all the time.

"I don't intend on becoming anybody's lap dog, but I guess I'll leave you two for now, after all." With that, he turned and left the office, closing the door behind him.

"What, they wouldn't let you join in?" a voice from the bar rang out.

"Fuck you, Jerry," Lance snapped back, resuming his seat at the bar...

***

Greg didn't get a shit whether Lance stayed or went. He was exactly where he wanted to be. "You think he'll be trainable? It won't be easy. He'll fight you all the way."
 
Right now I don't care if he is or not pet.

She continued to ride him intently.

I just want to hear my pet right now... So talk to me pet.
 
Greg pushed any thought of Lance from his mind and concentrated on the pussy that continued to writhe on his hard-on.

"Fuck, Mistress. I'm so damn lucky to have your pussy grabbing onto my cock. You feel so good. I don't care if we never stop doing this."
 
She was growing close once more and needed to get back to work sadly but to finish an leave him needing till they got home would be perfect.
 
Gabriella continued to ride. Greg was in heaven. He didn't care if the whole damn bar crowded in to watch.

"Fuck me, Mistress. Please, fuck your pet. God, I love you."
 
Once more orgasm began to over take her as she rode.

Now pet or wait for release till we return home.
 
Greg wasn't sure if his orgasm was close or not, but hearing Gabriella's words brought it bubbling to the surface as if it was waiting for her encouragement.

Given the permission and her ultimatum, he relaxed and let his orgasm build, in the hope that it would arrive by the time hers was finished. If not, he'd have to suffer the frustration of having to wait until her shift was over before he could get satisfaction. That had its own rewards, but he knew his beautiful woman would be ready for more by the time she was done with work, anyhow, especially knowing that what they were doing was driving Lance wild...
 
Orgasm thundered through her as she gasped and growled...

Yes... pet...
 
Gabriella's orgasm was even bigger than before, and she held nothing back. Greg knew they heard it outside in the bar. Her climax made his rise even higher, and it was on the verge when she urged breathlessly, "Yes, pet..."

She wanted him to cum. It hadn't been so long since he'd cum the first time, but he wanted to so desperately. He didn't want to disappoint her, but it wasn't coming easily. Yes, he felt it hovering there, just on the edge, and he was trying madly to push it over. Gabriella's hot cunt still gripped him and that helped, but he was having a hard time getting over that edge...

"Please, I'm so close," he begged, panting. "Please, talk to me."
 
Let it all go... Thinking about when we get home... Hot bath...

She purred.

Or how insanely jealous of you Lance is... right... now.
 
Gabriella coaxed and purred. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to cum and announce it to everyone in the other room... especially Lance. Her pussy gripped and released Greg's shaft as his orgasm built even further.

It wouldn't be long. His vision became obscured by the inward focus on his pumping cock and the rising cum. For Gabriella, he was going to cum again...

Just a few more seconds...
 
Now... Pet... Now... Greg...

She was feeling another orgasm begin to thunder through as she gasped.
 
When Greg heard her use his actual name, that was it. With a roar, he released a torrent of cum into Gabriella's gripping cunt. God, it felt so good, she made him feel so good. He didn't care whether Lance heard, or everybody in the goddamn city heard. His woman, his Mistress, the woman he loved, had made him feel this good, and he was giving her the reward she'd asked for, the most personal reward he knew to give...
 
Orgasm... Uniting them once more she curled against him hugging him tight as her body trembled from the intensity.

Yes...

A single word softly gasped before slowly moving to try to stand.
 
Just as Greg's orgasm began to subside, another earthquake shattered through Gabriella. She held nothing back, same as he'd done. There would be no doubt in anybody's mind what had just occurred...

***

Lance heard Greg cum, which made him cringe, even though his cock was stiff as hell. Fuck, it was a pretty damn good bet that every cock was hard and every pussy wet from hearing what was happening in his office. When Gabriella cried out shortly after Greg, he felt a surge of pre-cum release into his shorts. Fortunately, no one in the room had the bad judgment to taunt him about what was happening. Lance wasn't sure he'd be able to keep from putting that person's lights out...

The vision of Gabriella's nude body gyrating on Greg's lap still danced in his mind...
 
Finally able to stand she straightened her hair and clothes. Checking her makeup and straightening it up as well she smiled to Greg.

Very good and wonderful not getting self conscious or even caring about Lance walking in.

Kissing him firmly she waited for him to dress before walking back out with him. Her Domme side shining in her eyes as if challenging anyone to say anything as she went back to work as if nothing happened.
 
Greg almost whimpered when Gabriella finally slid her luscious pussy off his cock. He never wanted it to stop, she felt so good. Still, it was inevitable.

He just sat there and watched her shimmy into her clothing once more. While it was a little disappointing to see her cover up, what she wore usually accented every curve. Not quite so well as her completely unclad body did, but well enough.

Eventually, he decided he needed to get up, if he could. It wasn't easy. He'd been there quite a while, and with Gabriella bouncing and writhing on top of him, his legs had started to go a little numb, so he wavered a little when he finally got to his feet.

Once he felt stable enough, he started getting dressed. When Gabriella complimented him on not freaking out when Lance walked in, he told her, "Well, you didn't seem to mind, and I was so wrapped up in what we were doing, if you didn't care, I sure as hell wasn't going to worry about it."

They kissed a good long time then, and when they headed back for the bar area, Gabriella grabbed his hand possessively and they re-entered the main room that way.

Without a word, she just stepped back behind the bar and resumed what she'd been doing when Callis and his men set the whole evening on its ear.

Greg set himself in a seat next to Lance, who sat there, tight-lipped, staring into the dregs of whatever he was drinking...
 
The glance she cast around the patrons of the bar seemed to quickly send everyone deep into what they were doing and not uttering a word about what else had happened. The other waitresses we're in awe and had been trying to learn how she controlled some of these bikers and other roughnecks with just a glance. Not that many of them wanted to be anywhere near her either when she got those looks on her face but still... Could they wield that kind of power themselves?
 
Greg watched Gabriella as she worked. There was a different feel to the bar after all the excitement, as well as their antics in the office. Lance was taciturn, brooding deeply into the bottom of his glass. He noticed the other girls sneak glances Gabriella's way, and he wondered what they were thinking. The looks they gave her appeared equal parts fear and amazement. That look just sent erotic shivers down his spine. He'd had that feral gaze turned on him, and it had always meant delight. Still, at the moment, it appeared to be a challenge to anyone to question what had happened that evening.

He also noticed a few glances shot in his direction, and they were mostly envy. He didn't give a fuck. They could all be as envious as they wanted to be. She was his, and vice versa. Only way that'd change would be if they both decided to change it.

***
Lance hated being in the situation he was in. Up until Gabriella, every pussy that'd walked through the door had been his to command. He knew everybody in the place was wondering what the fuck was going on. Yeah, he'd gotten a little taste of what it was like to be under Gabriella's thumb, and while there was a part of him that enjoyed it, there was still a big part of him that rebelled against it. Still, even though he'd been naked that one time, he knew the chances were slimmer than Dallis' conscience that he'd ever get what he'd walked in on that evening. He hated that Greg was getting the pussy he wanted so badly, but Greg was the closest thing to a friend he had, so it wasn't like he was going to fuck him over.

He was having a hard time coming to grips with the idea of letting Gabriella have her way. He wasn't a pussy. Then again, Greg was a pretty fucking tough son-of-a-bitch, too, and he apparently had no problem with letting her call the shots.

Fuck...
 
She finished off the night and smiled to Greg with a wink.

Go ahead and meet me back home I will stop and pick us up some dinner on my way home.
 
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