Episode 4: A Dominatrix for Dinner | Sexy Story

Welcome everyone to F*ck Like a Woman, episode 4. On today’s show, we’re sharing our sexy story of the week inspired by real people and real events that might encourage some playful exploration or ignite some passion to bring back to your lover. This story is about an alpha male who found pleasure in surrendering to a dominatrix.

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As soon as Nathan laid eyes on her at the business dinner, he knew there was something different about her. Amelie was the CEO of an up and coming marketing firm and had been Nathan’s top pick at strategizing how to take his IT company to the next level. As she walked through the restaurant doors, it wasn’t just the way she looked: her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail on top of her head, her blue eyes matching the sparkle of genuine diamonds in her ears. He had seen plenty of women who could dress up like that and look sweet enough. It was the way Amelie met his gaze steadily, not pulling her eyes away from his, not deferring away like so many other women did. It was the way her hips swayed back and forth with such confidence, such certainty. And in that moment, Nathan knew he wanted her.

“Nathan, right?” Her eyes piercing through his. The sound of his name on her lips seemed as though it had been created just to reside inside her mouth, sending a shiver down his spine. “That’s right,” he nodded, hearing his voice crack, an unusual reaction for him. “Amelie,” she replied, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a card. She pressed it into his hand as she sat down next to him, letting her fingers linger there for a long moment, as though she, too, felt the rush of electricity from his skin to hers.

An hour into the meeting, their chemistry was heightening and nearly palpable, but it was getting late and Nathan had promised to meet a client downtown for drinks.

As they gathered their things and walked outside into the crisp winter air, Nathan tried to curb his interest in her by reaching for a handshake. She placed her hand slowly in his, grinning deviously. “Call me,” she told him, letting her gaze flick down to his lips for a moment before she turned on her high heels and walked away into the darkness. He looked down at his pants, wondering if it was obvious he had an erection. Still feeling her gaze burning into him, he knew that he was going to do just as she asked.

This newfound feeling of obedience was unfamiliar to him, completely foreign. Nathan wasn’t used to giving anyone else any kind of control over him. He had run his own IT company for the last nine years, since he had left college, and it had required him to be in charge at every given moment. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way in his professional life. But his personal life? Well, that was still lacking. So he decided that calling Amelie might just be the way to go. He had never dated a woman who ran her own firm before. Maybe it would be the chance of pace that he needed?

Later that week, he dialed her number, and they exchanged some pleasantries before he came right out and admitted that he’d like to ask her out, but he wasn’t sure how she felt about mixing business with pleasure. Amelie didn’t play coy like so many of his other dates, and she seemed straight to the point, blunt, almost. Her certainty pierced through the phone, confident that their interest in each other would stay separate from their business relationship. So on that note, he invited her to his place for dinner that weekend, and she agreed, sounding pleased by his straightforwardness. “You’ll cook for me?” She asked, though it sounded more like an order than a question. The firmness in her voice cracked like a whip through his system, and he agreed at once.

As soon as she arrived to his loft on Saturday night, he could tell where the night was going; the tension in the room was intense, burning between them as soon as she stepped through the door in her little black dress. He had cooked a full dinner, but as soon as he laid eyes on her, any thought he might have given to eating seemed to slip out of his head just like that. Her mouth curled into a smile as soon as she saw the elaborate meal he’d prepared, seeing that he’d done just as she’d asked.

They broke open a bottle of wine and Nathan walked her around his apartment, showing her the balcony view overlooking the city in his upscale neighborhood. With their glances becoming more and more sexually charged, Amelie moved toward him on the balcony, pressing her body against him, her breasts squeezed into his chest. Moving her hand across the back of his neck, she gripped his hair and pulled his face into hers. She slid her hand between his legs to grip his cock as she kissed him.

“On your knees,” she purred in his ear as she pulled back. He found himself sinking down at once. He didn’t even question it, in fact, he heard himself let out a quiet moan in excited anticipation of what she was going to do to him. Slipping into some blissful place that he had never even known was inside him, Nathan was finally out of control and someone else called the shots. It was surprisingly intoxicating to just surrender.

Amelie pushed his face down onto her shoes, ordering him to take her heels off with his mouth. He had never imagined doing something like that before, but as soon as his mouth found the leather of her heels, he gave in, committed beyond anything else to giving himself over to her, surrendering to her in every way she would let him.

She stroked his head, murmuring “good pet”, as he kissed her legs. He loved her commands. She guided him over to the couch, pulled off his tie, bound his hand behind his back, and pushed his head between her legs to eat her out; the musky sweetness of her pussy filling his mouth – his cock strained in his pants, but she had bound him tight.

“Don’t even think about touching yourself,” she ordered him, clearly not interested in his pleasure where she could focus on her own; he went down on her until his jaw ached and his tongue was raw. He would have kept going all night if she hadn’t pulled his head away and unbuckled his pants. Nathan had never had a woman dominate him. She took his throbbing dick in her hand and stroked it, teasingly slow, drawing a pained groan from his over sensitized form.

She sheathed a condom onto him swiftly, and then lowered herself down on top of him, taking him in deep. In a low voice she warned,“Come before I do, and I’ll punish you,”. She hooked her arms around him and rode him hard. He ached to touch her body, her hips, her breasts, but his hands were still bound behind his back and she was the one calling all the shots – the speed, the depth, the motion of his cock in her pussy. She tipped her head back as she rode him and he drank her in, the sight of this woman, this woman who controlled every part of him – this woman who he wanted to.

And then, she came, grinding herself down on his dick, her eyes burning into his as she let the feeling rush over her. He was so close – but before he had a chance to do the same, she lifted herself off of him, leaving his jaw clenched and his body tensed with the need for her.

“If you think I’m done with you,” she moved behind him, grabbing his bound hands and yanking him to his feet. “You’ve got another thing coming.”

She led him to the bedroom and shoved him onto the bed. This was what Nathan had been waiting for. Someone to restore balance to the tensions of his overly controlled life. Someone to release the mounting pressure of what it meant to be an alpha male in a world where he secretly found pleasure and freedom in domination. Someone like Amelie.

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