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Lilith Darville

Scorpio Awakens Ch. 2 - Connor

It was a busy week. Connor saw Katherine several times against his better judgment. His cautious nature alerted him to the danger of continuing involvement with one of his colleagues, especially one who was an old lover. Yet whenever he’d see her lithe, youthful body at the boardroom table during the conference, he became consumed with thoughts of her writhing beneath him. The tension would build in his cock until he relented and sent her an Instant Message from his BlackBerry to hers, something that couldn’t be traced.

Meet me. Room 514. To ensure privacy, Connor took a room at the Old Mill Inn. He had Katherine drive to Milton where he had a car waiting for her at the 401 car park. The ride gave her time to focus her thoughts on his expectations.

During work contact, she gave no indication that she knew him beyond their professional connection. If she took a position counter to the one he’d taken, she prefaced her case with, “Connor, I respectfully submit….” He often found her arguments influenced him to change where he stood on the issue. As an executive, Katherine was confident, analytical, driven, and often brutally honest. As a lover, she tended to acquiesce and submit, albeit with a quirky sense of humour that often made him belly laugh. When he opened the door of the suite to greet her, he could almost see her shed one persona for the other. He wondered if she realized how compelling this was, or, for that matter, if she even knew she did it.

She kept their dinner conversation light, never allowing either her work or personal life to intrude, although she would discuss current events and very occasionally throw in a sexual tidbit about one of their colleagues. If he asked her a personal question, she usually answered succinctly before changing the subject or challenging him with a personal question of her own. He quickly learned she preferred to pry him for information about his sexual likes and dislikes, fantasies, and the like. She seemed to thrive on answering his questions about her sexual fantasies and preferences once she got over her tendency toward reticence about such things.

With each visit, he tried a little more dominance, a little more mastery. From the beginning, he had made it clear that she could refuse at any time. They agreed on two signals – “enough” if the action was acceptable but the pressure a little too intense and “stop” if the action should stop all together. So far, only once had she said “enough”.

They had graduated to using beginner restraints and dildos, and he had increased the duration and intensity of their sex until she was panting and sweating with exhaustion, yet she never complained. Surprisingly, she took to simply rolling over, snuggling her butt against his stomach and falling into a deep sleep giving him the opportunity to watch and stroke her before he drifted off. If he wished her to service him with a blow or hand job, he had to be quick to catch her before this coma-like state set in.

He found he loved the feel and smell of her, especially when she was pungent with the aroma of their sex. With each encounter, his desire to explore and probe the depths of her depravity grew. He suspected that his own lasciviousness knew no bounds, and he started to wonder where she would draw the line. A plan began to form in his mind, and he became consumed with planning and working out the details to ensure success.


As the week drew to a close, Connor realized the the anxiety he was trying so hard to ignore was his fear of never being with Kathering again. He couldn’t and wouldn’t allow this to happen.

He ordered a dinner with all of her favourite foods. She preferred to eat in the suite where they were assured privacy. As she grew confident with him, she grew bolder. Once, she had arrived wearing only a coat, and as he closed the door, she had spread the coat on the floor in front of the fireplace, lay down and spread her legs for him. Dinner was cold by the time she was ready to eat, and he laughed as she tore into her steak too ravenous to wait for him to warm it up.

They chatted about inane things as they ate, and he waited until he was sure she was relaxed and eager. As she got up to head for the bedroom, he stopped her.

“Just a minute, Kat, I have something I want to talk with you about.”

“Okay, let’s talk in bed,” she said, smiling. He almost caved at that moment; perhaps they could wait.

“Let’s sit here on the couch and enjoy another glass of wine while we talk,” he said.

She hesitated, frowned a little and gazed at him with those bottomless brown eyes that were almost black with desire, then she complied.

“Okay, what’s up?” she asked when they were seated and he’d refilled their glasses.

“I would like to take our relationship to the next level,” he said.

The frown returned, deeper this time, and he felt a moment of hesitation.

“Relationship? Connor I thought I was very clear that although I value our friendship, I will never allow anything to come between me and my husband. I love him and he fulfills needs in me you never can.”

Damn, she mistakes me. I’m losing her…..

“Here me out, please, Kat.  This has to do with our sexual relationship.”

She seemed to relax a bit and sank back on the couch.

“I’m listening,” she said.

“I think you’ll admit that we’ve discovered a rare compatibility in our sex. I like to dominate, and you like to be dominated. Is that an accurate statement?”

“Yeeeesssss,” she said. “So?”

She isn’t making this easy. Of course, she never does. He wasn’t sure if he really like this facet of her personality, yet the implicit challenge appealed to his competitive nature.

“Well, I’d like to take things to the next level,” Connor said.

“But –“

“Just hear me out, okay. I want to play a serious game where I am the Master and you are my sexual slave. In this game, you will do what I want, when I want, how I want, no questions asked. You can stop playing the game at any time you are no longer willing, and that will be the end of our relationship – yes, I said relationship. Or, you can submit to my will and see where this will take us. I promise I will never do anything that will cause you any real pain, and you can still use our code words, although I may choose not to listen.”

He watched her carefully as he outlined his plan. At that point, he saw her wince, but he was gratified to see real interest in her expression.

“The game may also involve you submitting to other people of my choosing. Again, at any time, you may choose not to play, but that will be the end of our relationship.”

“You’re not leaving me with much choice here,” she said. Her expression was inscrutable, and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

“You have complete choice; you can end the game at any time. I think we both thought this wouldn’t continue after this week; however, I’m ready to take things to the next level. Or we can say our goodbyes and move on.”

She sat quietly for a while. When she got up and walked around, his guts started to churn at the thought that she might decide to walk out of his sexual life for good. As he watched her gaze into the night, he realized that his desire for her bordered on addiction, and he knew that he would not easily find a woman with her combination of innocence and depravity.

After what seemed a millennium but was actually only about five minutes, she came back, sat on the edge of the sofa and looked him directly in the eyes.

“I have some conditions,” she said.

“But –“

She placed a finger on his lips.

“Now it’s my turn. I have a few conditions,” she repeated. “First, no animals of any kind.”

She stopped and looked at him. He laughed.

“I have picked up that you don’t like animals, and I have no desire to see you with one anyway, so I can live with that. What else?”

She hesitated.

“I don’t think I’m inclined toward group sex or gang bangs. If you decide on bringing other people into the equation, please make it only one at any given time.”

“What else?”

I’m not into pain, Connor. Slaps and a little stinging are one thing, but I’m not into anything that will cause real hurt, bruising or in any other way physically mutilate me. I’m not into sex involving bodily excretions such as urine or feces either.”

He could feel the humour tugging at his lips, but could see that she was very serious, so he restrained himself and said,

“What else?

“This one is most important – never humiliate me. I know I seem to thrive on being controlled, but the very thought of being humiliated makes me want to throw up a little in my mouth and will definitely end our relationship as you put it.”

He looked at her thoughtfully.

“What would constitute humiliation in your book,” he said. “After all, I’ve had you beg for it during our sex on several occasions. Was that humiliating?”

He watched her ears turn a deep crimson and realized she was blushing. Again, he had to control the smile that threatened. He was now certain that she was willing to proceed with the game; in business they called her conditions buying signals.

“No,” she said softly. “That wasn’t humiliating; that was controlling. Doing something like making me crawl across the floor while begging for it would be humiliating. Or taking me across your knees to spank me would be humiliating.”

“I can give you my word that will never happen. I have no desire to humiliate you nor do I wish to play or have you play with bodily excretions as you call them, although I may want to pee between your legs during my toilet fantasy.”

He watched as her spine snapped to attention, and this time he did laugh.

“Just kidding,” he said.

“This isn’t a joke,” she said, and he recognized her most severe boardroom voice. He forced himself to match her mood.

“I promise you I will never humiliate you nor will I subject you to group or animal sex. Is that better? How’s this – how about we text each other using IM if we feel the need to tweak our conditions while playing the game. Will that work for you?”

She studied him for a minute, then smiled.

“That will work for me.”

He took hold of her chin, pulled her face to his and kissed her long and hard while playing with her clit.

“Let’s get started. Get naked and kneel down on the bed.”

She took a minute in the bathroom, then walked to the bed and kneeled over the pillows he’d placed. He knelt behind her and roughly grabbed each of the cheeks of her ass, before ramming his hard cock deep inside her. He heard her gasp and smiled with the knowledge that he had surprised her with his seeming lack of care about her state of readiness. He rode her fast and hard and felt the tremors of her vaginal orgasm. He continued to ride her to more and more of these orgasms acutely aware that with each one she craved the powerful clitoral orgasm more and more. He rode her until she panted with exhaustion and then he allowed himself to come. He felt the spasms of his own powerful orgasm jerk through him again and again until all he wanted was to sink down beside her and hold her tight as they slept. But he knew that he needed to push her even farther to ensure she understood the game, so as she rolled over and started to curl onto her side in her favourite post-coital position, he said,

“Not yet, my love. First I want you to play with yourself until you come.”

He could see her open her mouth to protest, and he quickly put on his own boardroom voice and said,


Her movements were slow, and he reached over and slapped her ass hard enough so it would sting and give her the message.

“I said now.”

She rolled on her back and used her fingers to rub herself. He could see that she probably needed to empty her bladder, but decided that the added pressure would add interest even though it might prolong her ability to come. He took great pleasure in watching her struggle to make herself come and played with himself as he felt his cock jerk back to life. He loved to watch her whether he played with her or she played with herself. Often during the conference sessions, he had to stop himself from imagining her writhing in agitation with her need to come.

When she needed to rest her arm, he fed her some of the cheese and crackers he’d ordered from room service in anticipation before demanding, “again.”

Finally, when he began to fear that she was over the brink of exhaustion, she came with a scream so loud he feared it would bring security, and she collapsed her legs. This time as she started to curl, he said, “my turn.” He smiled as he watched her struggle with the need to rest and wondered if she would defy him.

“Choose.” He lay back on the bed and put his hands behind his head.

She knelt and gently took his cock into her mouth and sucked him dry.

And the game was on….

Click here to read Ch. 1 – Katherine