Greta was wearing that dress. The black one with the belt that she always wears with her sling-back heels. The moment I see that dress, I know I’m in for a night. It makes my dick hard. It makes me sweat.

When she wants to play, she likes to draw out the anticipation. So she’ll make me go out to dinner. All the courses — and plenty of wine. The whole nine yards. And through the whole lovely dinner my dick is as hard as a rock as I wait to learn what she’ll do to me.

That night was no different. By the time the last bite of flourless chocolate cake had been pressed into her luscious mouth, I was squirming in my chair.

She saw the state I was in, and it amused her.

“Is my baby antsy?” she asked softly.

“Yes, I’m dying.”

Beneath the table, she nudged my crotch with the toe of her shoe. I had to chew on my tongue to keep from moaning. I was so hard and so desperately turned on that I thought I’d come if she applied too much pressure.

“You’re not dying. And when you finally get to come” — she tapped her toe against my junk ever so gently — “you’ll explode like crazy. It’ll shut down your brain and light up your whole being.”

I nodded because I knew it was true.

She stood, wiped her hands and picked up her small purse.

“Pay the bill and come to the car. I’ll be waiting.”

I nodded and watched her leave, her heart-shaped ass swinging and her pale blonde hair messy. She wasn’t the norm when it came to beauty. There was something militaristic and strict about her. But her look turned heads, and I saw more than one man lick his lips as she passed by.

Greta was a presence. An Amazon. And she was mine. And I was most definitely hers.

I settle the bill and made sure my jacket hung in front of me to cover my unflagging erection. In the car, I gratefully sank into the passenger seat.

She reached for the gear shift, but then changed course and grabbed ahold of my gear shift. She stroked me a few times, hard enough and brisk enough to make me shiver. Then she gave me a playful squeeze, and we were off.

At home, when she told me to undress, I did so at high speed and got on the bed as instructed.

When she told me to put my arms up so she could bind them, I obeyed and my cock twitched when she touched me. I spread my legs when told, and I barely suppressed another tremble when she bound my limbs to the bedposts.

Greta stripped slowly, and she was a joy to watch. Her trim hips swayed, and her breasts bounced just a bit. Her tits are fairly small and utterly perfect in my opinion.

She dipped a finger inside her pussy and came toward me. Then she pushed that slick finger into my mouth, and I sucked it.

“What am I going to do with you?” she wondered aloud.

“Whatever you want,” I gasped — and I meant it.

“Oh, baby. Whatever I want? That makes my pussy wet.”

She climbed aboard and moved her lower body against my belly, pushing her wet pussy against my skin. She was hot and wet, and I could smell her arousal and feel her slickness. My logical brain was shutting down.

She moved down and slid my cock against her slit. She was drenched, and the head of my cock slid inside her. I jerked under her, and she tsked at me.

“I’m doing this. Not you. Got it?”

I nodded crazily, expressing my obedience.

“Good boy.” She tapped my cheek with her fingertips, hard enough to make me flinch but not hard enough to hurt me.

She pressed her tits to my chest and kissed me. Then she bit my lip hard enough to make me gasp. My dick twitched when she did that.

She moved up to straddle my face and lowered her slick cunt to my lips.

“Eat me. Be a good boy, now. Do it right. Make me squirm.”

I inhaled the sweet, rich scent of her, then lapped at her cunt. I found her tiny clit and tongued it wildly. She writhed crazily, and I gasped for air as she pushed her pussy hard against my face.

Greta was close to coming. I could tell by the way she was rocking her body and the noises she was making.

I wished I could grab her ass to hold her still and really push my tongue inside her.

Instead, I strained and bucked, and my struggles turned her on. She came, and her pussy juices coated my face.

She moved back, practically purring. She slid down my body, licking a hot, wet line along my skin. My skin pebbled with goosebumps.

“You want me to touch you?” she asked.

“Please,” I gasped.

Her fingernails raked along my skin, and I trembled. My toes flexed, and my legs quivered. I was hopeless and helpless and so fucking turned on I thought I was going to pop.

She trailed her long, pink nails down my cock, scratching along its length. Then she sucked the tip of my erection into her wet mouth, her soft lips suckling at my glans.

“Oh God!” I gasped, body bucking. I fought my bonds, though not intentionally. My movements were utterly involuntary, and that did it for her.

Greta growled softly, pushing her mouth down my shaft. Her lips grazed my pubic hair. But I tried my best not to move — because if I moved she’d stop. I knew that all too well from past experience.

I tightened my body and tried to just be. To simply let her play with me. But it was hard.

She took me in her fist and stroked me as she sucked me. I bit my lip, and when I thought I was close to climaxing, I whimpered.

She stilled her body and said coolly, “You know, you’d better not come.”

“No, I won’t. I won’t,” I swore, shaking my head — not sure at all if it was a promise I could keep.

She slid lower, scraping my thighs with her fingernails until I was shaking. I was trying so fucking hard to keep my composure.

She straddled me, trapping my dick against my body, with her pussy lips nestled over my shaft. She was incredibly hot. Feverish. She rocked, and I moaned.

“Do you want your cock in my pussy?”

I nodded.

“Say it. Say it to me dirty.”

I felt my cheeks get hot. Dirty talk mortified me. When she talked a blue streak, it turned me on. Me doing it was horrifying. I got embarrassed so badly it was nearly paralyzing.

Greta knew that, and she liked it.

She wriggled on me, pressing her slick pussy against me. Talk about sheer bliss.

“Come on. You can do it.” She flicked my nipple gently. “That’s an order.”

“Put me in you,” I muttered, breaking off in a frustrated whimper.

“Do better.”

“Put my cock in your” — I took a breath and shifted because I was nearly physically uncomfortable — “pussy. Put my dick in your pussy. Fuck me!” I finally bleated, frustrated.

She grinned and sank down onto me.

She faced away from me, though, so I could watch her ripe peach of an ass bouncing as she rode me.

I wanted to grab her butt. I wanted to push my fingers inside of it. Hell, I wanted to slide my dick into it.

But I was bound to the bed, watching her ride me crazily. I gritted my teeth, knowing I wasn’t meant to come yet.

If I was, she’d have told me.

Her hands wrapped around my ankles, squeezing. She held on to me as she bounced, jamming my cock into herself deeply. Greta worked to get me exactly where she wanted and then rocked rhythmically. Her pussy clenched me tight, squeezing me hard as she came. She tossed back her head, and her wild mane of hair swayed against her back.

She sat there, catching her breath. Then she glanced over her shoulder at me and grinned.

She pulled free of me. My still hard cock slid out of her and bobbed almost comically.

She grasped it and gave me a friendly squeeze and a few strokes. She tickled her fingertips along my balls, and I jerked.

“Do you want to come?”

I nodded, trying not to buck and move beneath her hands.

“Say it.”

“I want to come. Shit, do I want to come,” I rambled. “Please,” I finally begged frantically on a long exhale.

There was the magic word. That’s what she wanted to hear.

Looking pleased with herself, Greta worked her fist up and down my length.

Then she lowered her head to take me in her mouth, giving me a few licks and sucks. Just enough to make my mind whirl and my body ache with need.

She took pity on me then, climbed atop me and lowered herself onto my erection again. This time she faced me with her hands on my shoulders.

With her curvy hips rocking, she fucked me slow and easy, sliding her hands down to cover my nipples. Then she pinched them with her fingertips, squeezing steadily until it hurt just enough. It was perfect.

I bucked up beneath her, and she laughed. But she allowed me to break the rules that time.

I did it again, and she hummed softly. She squeezed her internal muscles around my thrusting cock, and I thought I’d die. She did it again, but made a tsking sound and shook her head.

“Don’t you come, bad boy. Not yet.”

I groaned in frustration, gritting my teeth and trying very hard to hold on.

She rocked from side to side, and I felt every slick inch inside her. She grew totally still and played with her nipples, stroking them to hard knots as I watched. Then she squeezed her pussy tight around me once again, and I groaned shamelessly.

“Soon,” she whispered, promising me sweet relief.

I nodded.

She started to rock more intensely. Her face lost all its playfulness as her lips pressed into a tight line. She tightened her pussy around me again, and then slid her hand downward to wedge her finger between my body and hers.

Greta began to stroke her clit, licking her lips as she worked herself.

I strained to watch her masturbating. My hips bucked up of their own accord, and I struggled against my bonds. My thigh muscles ached, my body a tight line of urgency.

She rocked and stroked, and then she whispered, “You may come.”

Seconds later, her own orgasm swept her under. She cried out, her eyes shut and her body swaying.

I exploded, emptying myself into her as my cries joined hers.

As always, I was a willing puppet, controlled by Greta’s lovely mesmerizing strings.