Dinner with the Divorcee (M/F)

[DioA]

Dried leaves crunched underfoot as I made my way up to the front door. The sun had dipped below the horizon just as I had finished today’s work. Sweat made my shirt cling to my back. What had started as a warm day seemed to be ending as a chilled night. I rubbed my hands together, trying to get the frost out of them. They always seemed to be the part of the body that froze first.

My thawing knuckles rapped against the door. I heard the deadbolt turn from the other side, then was hurried inside to keep the warmth in. Towering over the woman who let me in, I noticed her giving me the once over before turning around and walking into the kitchen. I repaid the kindness, watching her walk away. “All done?” she asked.

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied, taking off my jacket and hanging it on the rack. “Everything that you asked for.”

I followed her into the house. “Go wash up, dinner is almost ready.”

Walking over to the kitchen sink, my nose was hit by the aroma coming from the simmering pot on the stove. I turned on the hot water, running my dirt covered hands under it. She came up behind me, using her finger tips to inspect my palms. “I swear I can almost feel a callus forming. You might still be a real man one of these days.”

After rinsing the soap off, I dried my hands with a kitchen towel. Next, I went over to the table and sat down at the head. There was an old fashioned sitting by my plate. “Boys drink hard seltzers, real men drink whiskey.” Her words echoed in my head. As of late, these rules of hers have been phasing out the behaviors that she had deemed “boylike.” I was to abandon my adolescent follies and grow into manhood. Instead of scrolling through social media, I was to read the morning paper. I quit vaping, taking up cigars instead. I switched from eating fast food and take out to a home cooked meal. I was only twenty-four, but somehow I was living like an eighty year old man. My chestnut brown hair used to be wild and unruly, now I have to have it cut every six weeks. I was told that it was a dead ringer for John F. Kennedy. My green eyes lost their contact lenses, I was to switch them for a pair of wire rimmed glasses. I had lost the pudge around my midsection, which came in handy now that I have to tuck in every shirt I wear.

While I thought about my new changes, I heard her come in with two plates, sitting one down in front of me, the other to my side. Grabbing a salad bowl, she dished out a serving and sat it down in front of me. Once she sat down, I stuck my fork into the salad, choosing to eat that first before digging into the pot roast. We chit-chatted about trivial, nonsensical things throughout the meal. After I had finished eating, she got up and cleared my plate. I watched as she leaned over to pick up the plates, her small but shapely breast peaked out from her gray sweater dress. As she left the room, my eyes were glued to her shapely legs, the tops of her gray thigh high socks peeked out from her knee high tan leather boots.

When she came back into the dining room, her hazel green eyes bored into me and her voice had changed. “I’m afraid that I’m not going to pay you for today.”

Taking the last drink from my old fashioned, I set down the empty glass, pushed out my chair, and stood over her. “I’m not going to accept that.” I replied.

“Really?” She asked, stepping closer to me, as if I wasn’t nearly a foot taller than her. “What are you going to do about that?”

My response wasn’t in words. Grabbing her wrist, I turned in behind her back and forced her down onto the table. “What- what are you doing?” she screamed.

“Shut up.” I said as I stuffed a forest green cloth napkin in her mouth with my free hand. I then reached in my back pocket and pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs and locked one around her wrist, then grabbed her other arm and forced it behind her back. After her arms were secure, I used another napkin that I had folded into a band to secure the one in her mouth by tying it between her teeth. “You’re going to regret not giving me what I’m owed.”

At this point you’re wondering who I am, and probably why I’m doing this. My name is Adam Pierce. As I said, I’m twenty four years old, and I’m a land acquisitions specialist for Hatlett and Rogers. The woman who I currently have cuffed, gagged, and bent over her dining room table is my boss, Veronica Rogers. Without revealing her age, there is a noticeable discrepancy between us. Our entanglement began last year when I started working for the firm. It was the office christmas party, I had on some ridiculous sweater with a gaudy reindeer with a light up nose, she was dressed as Mrs. Clause (albeit it some might say it was a provocative Mrs. Clause.) I had met her soon to be ex-husband that night, Craig Howell. He’s a soft, meek, greasy man, and in no way did he deserve the smokeshow he was married to. While he was off chatting to some accountant, I noticed that Veronica had dipped into her office. I knocked on her door with two glasses of the holiday punch, my young mind filled with unearned confidence. “I figured you could use this.” I said as I walked into her office.

She took it with no reply, sipping from the plastic cup, leaving her dark red lipstick on the corner. “You didn’t just come in here to give this to me, did you Mr. Pierce?”

Taking a step closer to her, I looked up, then back down to her. “Well, aren’t we standing underneath mistletoe?” I said, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Do you forget that I’m a married woman?” She asked, guiding my hand to her lower back.

“To that?” I asked, gesturing to where Craig was outside. “You can’t tell me that he’s seriously enough for you.”

“Why don’t you tell me what you want for Christmas?” she whispered.

“I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk right for a week.”

That’s when she kneed me in the groin, causing me to double over and sit on the edge of her desk. In my pain ridden body, I watched through squinted eyes as she took another drink. “Do you really think that I’d fuck a boy like you? Tell me have you ever lasted longer than two minutes? Has any woman ever slept with you without getting a UTI?”

After berating me, she pulled me into the most intense kiss that I’d ever felt. From the moment I was intoxicated with her. Veronica filed for divorce soon after this night, she had told me that she had long been planning to end things. However, before I could earn her, I had to grow up. Under her tutelage, I was transformed. My fake confidence grew into real confidence. I started excelling in every other area of my life. However, I still hadn’t gotten my Christmas wish despite all of our time together. Before we did anything, she had told me about what she was after, and how she wanted to be taken. I learned about bondage, how to tie someone up and what to do with them after I had. That if I were to know her the way I wanted to, that I would have to get her to a state of arousal that was so great that her body would beg for it.

With that, this led us to where we are now. I pressed myself against her while she was bent over the table. I could my pants shrink, wanting so desperately to take her right there. However, I knew this wasn’t the way. Throwing her over my shoulder, I took her into the living room over my shoulder, her boots flailing in the air. Tossing her down on the couch, I gathered her ankles together and took her boots off, grabbing her sock covered ankles and tying them together with some white cotton rope I had stashed in here earlier. Next, I flipped her over and started tying her wrist together before removing her hand cuffs. After tying rope around her breast, forcing them to pop out, I forced her to kneel before me. “Since I worked for you all day, you’re going to work for me all night.”

Unzipping my pants, I rubbed my dick alongside her face. Pulling her gag down, I stuck my fingers in her mouth and pulled out the napkin, tossing it to the side. Lowering her face towards me, I watched as her lips closed around the head of my cock. “Look me in the eyes while you suck me off.”

I watched as her hazel eyes looked up into mine as she expertly licked and sucked and moaned. Feeling myself tense up, I grabbed the back of her head, forcing myself deeper inside of her mouth and finishing. I held her head there until she swallowed. “Clean me up now.”

I watched as she licked me clean, getting everything that she missed from the initial load. I then put the gag back between our teeth. “That’s only the beginning. You still have so much more coming your way.”