If Dom can pass his mistress’ three-day test, he knows unimaginably good pleasure will be his reward.

Things had been hectic for months. Dom and I hardly had time to have sex, let alone play. The stress of work and moving was wearing on us both. I sighed and hung up from my call with the plumbers. They were supposed to give us an estimate on redoing a section of pipe in the new house but had rescheduled. Again.

So much to juggle, so little time for fun.

“So, we make time,” I said to myself.

Our creativity as a couple went beyond redoing our new dream house. It included our unconventional sex life, which had been suffering greatly and needed some sprucing up as badly as our home did.

I grabbed my cell and called Dom.

“Yes, love?”

“Busy?”

“Just finishing up a project.”

“Put it down right now,” I said, my voice clipped.

I heard his sharp intake of air, and then his voice dropped to say, “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, Ma’am,” he responded, his voice a breathy whisper.

“It’s been ages,” I said.

“It has.”

“I want to play a game with you.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll meet you at the house after work. Get pretty for me, Dominic. I’m taking you out to eat.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I hung up without another word. Just thinking about our date and the game that would follow had my pussy thumping. I was half tempted to hike up my skirt beneath my huge desk and finger myself to orgasm right there.

Instead, I went back to work — after noting the new meeting with the plumbers in my phone’s calendar and sharing the event with Dom. No doubt he was sitting in his office with a hard dick and a racing heart.

At least, I hoped he was.

He knew me well enough to understand that “get pretty for me” meant jeans and a T-shirt, so later that evening that’s exactly what he put on. I loved my husband in a suit. I loved him in shorts. I especially loved him buck-ass naked. But something about him in his well-loved faded jeans and a plain black tee made my heart go pitter-patter.

I smiled at him and held up a finger. “Let me change.”

I had to keep from chuckling when I realized he was probably thinking we were going to go somewhere casual to eat before we got to the good stuff.

I threw on an orange sundress and nothing else.

When I came downstairs, his eyes were bright with excitement and he kissed me. “You look amazing.”

I raised my eyebrow at him and slid my fingertip over the already stiff bulge behind his zipper. “Good enough to eat?”

He stepped closer and murmured against my neck, “Yes.” He kissed me there until goosebumps prickled along my skin and my nipples turned to hard spikes inside my dress.

“Good. Let’s go.” I took his hand and led him outside to our back patio. We were shielded from the view of our neighbors for the most part. But should anyone decide to get nosy and come over, there wasn’t really any place to hide.

I sank down in a lounge chair and relished the warm breeze against my skin. I hooked a finger at him, and he came to me.

I patted the lounger, and he sat. I grabbed the front of his tee and tugged him toward me. I kissed him softly. When he responded, I kissed him more intensely. I nipped his lower lip hard enough to make him groan.

I stared into his brown eyes. “You’re going to eat me, Dom. You’re going to eat me until I order you to stop. Do you understand?”

He nodded, shifting on the edge of the lounger.

I put my hand on his bulge and squeezed lightly. “But you don’t get to come, darling. Not today.”

He looked surprised but also somehow still eager to dive in. I squeezed him again.

“Tomorrow, I’ll take you out to eat somewhere else. Then the next night, to yet another place. And if you please me on all three nights… ” I raked my teeth down his neck and nipped him, and he jumped. “Then you get to come.”

I licked his lower lip and felt him tremble. “And I’ll make sure you come hard. You won’t forget it.”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Good.” I laid back and splayed my legs. My dress still covered my pussy — but not for long because my husband lifted the hem and dragged his fingers over my close-clipped mound. Then he got between my legs and licked me.

The first lick is always the best. I don’t care what anyone says.

He moved closer to me, pressing his mouth against me. His legs flailed like he could move further still, and a flare of arousal ignited inside me.

I briefly wished I hadn’t merely ordered oral sex, but it was for the best. By the time Friday came, so would he — like a volcano.

He always got into eating my pussy. He’d writhe like it gave him pleasure, and he claimed it did. I believed him.

I rocked my hips up toward his mouth, letting the caress of his tongue wash over me. His motions were chaotic at first but gradually grew more controlled. He lapped at me methodically, and every drag of his tongue delivered a warm sensation of swelling ecstasy.

“Fingers,” I whispered.

He didn’t have to be told twice. He slid a finger into me. Just one at first. He moved it against the walls of my cunt until I gasped. Then he concentrated on a single perfect spot — the one that gave me the most pleasure. I felt myself slide closer to orgasm.

I pulled down the top of my dress and toyed with my nipples. When he slipped a second finger inside me, I pinched my nubs — hard. My pussy clenched around his thrusting digits as his soft, wet tongue explored every crevice of me.

“Do you want me to come?” I asked.

He moaned against me, and the vibration from his voice rumbled through me like an earthquake.

He nodded dumbly as his tongue kept swabbing my slit.

“Then add another.”

He pulled free and then introduced all three fingers at once. He slowly pushed them inside me, parting and spreading me with care. I’m small, and his fingers are big. I can be stretched, I can be filled, but it takes patience and skill.

Dom had both.

When all three digits were seated deep in my cunt, I exhaled. He rocked his fingers in and out of me while sucking my clit. The sensation grew, quickly overtaking me. The burst of sweetness deep inside me caused my cunt to gush. I felt wetness slide from me, felt how easy his fingers suddenly seemed to move.

I exhaled softly, pushed him away as I ordered him to stop, and tried to put on my game face.

“Good job, Dom. Would you like to go eat actual food now?” I patted his head.

He looked up at me, his eyes shiny as he licked his lips. He nodded. “Yes.”

So we went out to eat.

The next day, I walked in the door and Dom immediately embraced me from behind.

“Where to this time?” he whispered.

“I hear there’s a free concert down at the park tonight.”

I put on another sundress, this time with black panties beneath. I drove, letting him sit in the passenger seat and stew.

He shifted constantly, and when I put my hand in his lap I found a lovely erection there. I squeezed it, teasing him, torturing him. He moaned softly, and I squeezed it again.

“Soon,” I said. “Provided you please me tonight.”

The concert was by a classic rock cover band. Nothing I was very interested in. But I was interested in the thick copse of trees and hedges around the perimeter of the show. There were temporary fences erected along the edge during concerts to keep people out of the woods.

I moved past the flimsy fence easily enough, and Dom followed dutifully.

I made sure I could keep an eye on our entry spot, which would give me fair warning should anyone come close. But the danger, the chance that someone would see us, had my pussy thumping merrily.

I put my index fingers on his shoulder and gently pushed. He went down to his knees in a second.

“Please me,” I said. “Eat me.”

He groaned again. I knew his cock must be insanely hard.

“Every drag of his tongue delivered a sensation of swelling ecstasy.”

He lifted my dress gently as if it were made of glass and might shatter. He pushed his mouth to the gusset of my panties and exhaled a hot breath against me. I pushed toward his mouth and felt the sharp edges of his teeth against my tender flesh.

He started to lick me through my undies. He found my hard clit easily, rubbing the tip of his tongue against the fabric that covered it. He palmed my ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling me even closer to his mouth as his tongue danced over my pussy.

I was growing exponentially wetter, and I felt the cotton crotch of my panties becoming soaked. He slid a finger beneath the fabric and found my drenched hole. He pushed inside as I gripped his hair.

“This has to be quick, so we don’t get caught.”

He nodded against me, and I tugged his hair hard enough to make him suck air through his clenched teeth.

He fucked me with his finger as he nudged the crotch of my panties aside. Then his hot, wet tongue was right against my throbbing clit. It stood out, and every time he licked it pleasure shot through me like a bolt of lightning.

I yanked his hair harder, and I saw him reach for the erection tenting his cargo shorts.

I yanked his hair again. “No,” I said insistently.

He obeyed but redoubled his efforts at my pussy. It was as if he put all of his need to come into making me come. He sucked the swollen knot of my clit fiercely as he continued to finger-fuck me.

As the first guitar lick of the evening sounded, he delivered a firm lick of his flattened tongue — and that did me in.

I pushed my forearm to my mouth as I came, stifling my moans. I gripped his head, holding him to me until the final spasms of my pleasure had ended. My entire body felt warm and light.

He stood, licking his lips and running a hand through his hair. I leaned in to kiss him and taste myself on his tongue.

“Good boy,” I said. “One more night to go, and then you get to empty this load.” I squeezed his still-hard cock as I spoke. I swear I felt it twitch in my grip.

We retrieved our blanket from the car and finished our date, relaxing on the grass as we listed to the band. The music was both hard and soft. Dom was just hard.

The next day, I sent him a text saying I’d be home late. I waited until everyone else in the office had left for the night, and then texted him to come to my office. He replied immediately saying he’d be there in 10 minutes.

I met him at the door and grabbed the front of his shirt. I hauled him in for a kiss and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard.

“How are you holding up?” I put my hand on his fly, and his cock was as hard as I expected.

“I’m okay. I think I might burst before tomorrow.”

“Let’s see how you do today. If you make me happy, then tomorrow you can explode as many times as you want.”

He followed me to my office, and I sat at my desk. He motioned to shut the door. “Leave it,” I told him.

He left it open as ordered, and I curled a finger at him, so he came to me. I rubbed his erection through his pants and watched him grit his teeth hard enough to make his jaw flex.

“Get under the desk,” I commanded.

Dom looked confused but didn’t falter. He climbed beneath my desk and watched me from underneath as I sat in my seat. I’d already pulled my panties off. When I sat and let my legs fall open, he could see my pussy.

He licked his lips, and a shiver went through me. His mouth was an amazing thing. He liked me to dominate him, but dragging out days of endless oral from him was a boon. He grabbed my bare ankles just above my high heels and dragged me forward to his seeking mouth.

His big hands settled on my thighs and held them wide. I could have told him no hands, and he’d have obeyed. But the feel of his huge hands on my legs, holding me open, made me wetter than I cared to admit.

He pressed his nose to me, inhaling deeply. That always turned me on, too. How much he loved the scent of me, not just the taste.

His hands inched higher, and he parted me a little more. His lips touched me softly. He kissed all around my mound and my labia. He exhaled hot breath on me, and I felt myself growing restless.

“You’re teasing me,” I said, realizing it as I said the words. “Do you want to come tomorrow or not? Because I can deny you, remember.”

He lingered another moment — his mouth close to my pussy but not on it — then he caved, lowering his head and lapping at me. His gripping fingers bit into my thighs, and the little touch of pain only made me more turned on.

Dom suckled my clit, never breaking contact, until I bumped my hips up to make him stop. His actions were so intense that they stole my breath.

I spread my legs wide and let him go back to it. I kept my hand on his head, and the closer I got to coming, the more my fingers twirled in his dark hair. I heard the front office door unlock and open and my heart skipped. It was what I’d been hoping for.

Dom slowed, and I tapped his head. “Don’t you dare stop.”

It was the janitorial crew. A vacuum kicked on in the lobby, but I heard heavy footfalls headed my way. The office was quiet but for us, so everything was amplified.

Beneath the desk, Dom must have gotten a burst of motivation because his tongue was all over me — a hot, wet mess of flicks and licks.

His fingers slipped into my cunt, and I had to swallow a moan.

“Oh, hi. Sorry,” said a man at the doorway.

“Hello.” My voice went up unnaturally. The shot of adrenaline from the stranger arriving while Dom was beneath the desk had caused my pleasure to skyrocket. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Did you want us to vacuum in here or leave it until later?’”

He’d taken a step inside the room, and though the back of my desk was a solid slab of wood and the footwell was covered, Dom seemed nervous. But he didn’t let it affect his work. He slid a second finger into me and sucked my clit like he was sucking a tiny cock.

A burst of laughter escaped me to cover the moan I actually wanted to let loose.

“The closer I got to coming, the more my fingers twirled in his hair.”

The man looked at me oddly. Who could blame him?

“Skip me please. I’m wrapping up some work. If you’re still here” — I had to pause for a breath — “after I go, you can do this room.”

The man backed out of my office slowly, and I almost laughed again.

The moment he was gone, I raised my hips and let myself go. Dom ate me in a frenzy, and I came, shoving my hand against my mouth so the poor unsuspecting staff wouldn’t come running to find out why I was screaming like a banshee.

I pushed myself back from the desk after my heart rate regulated. I looked down at Dom’s smiling face. He was very pleased. Lucky for him, so was I.

I touched his nose and said, “Tomorrow, you come.”

He nodded, grinning broadly.

I actually cut the following workday short. I texted Dom and asked if he could do the same. When I got home, his car was already in the driveway.

I walked in, and he stood in the living room in his faded jeans and equally faded tee. His hair was mussed which meant he’d changed quickly, and his cheeks were flushed. I could tell just by looking at him that he was excited and already raring to go.

I dropped my bag and started to unbutton my dress. My heels clacked on the floor as I walked toward him.

“Are you ready? You’ve been a very good boy.”

He nodded but remained mute.

“Use your words, boy.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’m ready.”

“Good.” I let the dress fall to the floor and took off my panties and then my bra. I left the heels on. They were strappy high-heeled sandals that made my runner’s legs look amazing.

“Today, you get the pleasure of seeing your mistress on her knees.”

A low needy sound escaped his lips, and I smiled.

I waved a finger at his fly. “Undo that. Take off your clothes — and be quick about it.”

He worked his button and zipper with shaking fingers. His cock was so hard that when he unfastened his pants, his erection lurched out eagerly. He was mouth-wateringly hard.

I hummed, making a yummy noise, and got down on my knees. I put my lips to his cockhead and held his balls in my hand. I squeezed a bit harder than I needed to and drove my mouth down his shaft.

I pulled back to say, “You will not come until I give you permission.”

I didn’t wait for his answer, attacking his hard shaft. His skin tasted like salt and cotton. I ran my tongue along the ridge of his cockhead and watched his arms twitch and his pelvis drive forward.

I grabbed his hips and sucked him down, utterly turned on by his sounds of desperation.

I’d let him come, and then I’d have him fuck me. My pussy ached to be filled after so many days without cock. I wanted him to drive that hard dick into me until I couldn’t speak and all thoughts of giving orders had left my mind.

His breathing was that of a runner at the end of his race. I looked up at him and saw how badly he was struggling to hold on.

I gave him a few more wet sucks and then said loudly, “Come.”

He came, covering my lips and chin and chest in hot cream. He had no idea how much that excited me. No idea how ready I was to be fucked.

Instead of letting on, I stood and pointed to my sticky skin. “Clean this up, boy. So we can get onto your second orgasm of the night.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered and then started to lick me clean.