“I think you’ll be pleased to know my daily fantasies have been a lot more dominant lately,” Jake awkwardly blurts out during a pause at lunch.

“Really,” she says in a playful way, “please, tell me more.”

Jake grins a little while adjusting the linen tablecloth. “I think about you being on your knees in front of me, naked, desperately trying to make me cum with your mouth.” Jake puts his hand in his lap. He can feel himself getting hard, and touching it only makes it squirm and grow larger. “It’s rough, aggressive though. At one point, I fantasize about holding your head still with my hands, and thrusting my cock into your mouth.”

“You wanna fuck my mouth, Jake?” Dahlia can be such a bitch. “You wanna fuck my face like a dirty little whore, is that right?” Dahlia can always go straight to the point. “Are you gonna cum in mouth when you’re done, or do you wanna cum all over my face and tits like they do in pornos?”

It’s weird being in this building: 555 Capitol Mall. Jake’s office used to be on the sixth floor back in the day, a long time ago, when he used to be somebody. The youngest partner at one of the largest law firms in the state, working cases in which the amount in controversy actually exceeded the annual budget of the state department he works at now.

Jake loved working there during the holidays, when they would decorate the building with tons of colorful lights. He especially loved it when they would put a massive Christmas tree in the lobby. Funny, some 15 years latter, and Jake can still remember that Christmas tree smell while going to work in the morning, and he can still remember the way the Christmas tree would light up the lobby while walking out the door at night.

“I wanna cum in your mouth,” Jake answers. “I wanna hold your head still, and fucking cum down the back of your throat.” Jake starts to use a finger to stroke the outline of his still hardening cock. He’s thinking about the last time he did precisely that on the sixth floor above them.

Those were the days. Jake would periodically meet a friend after hours at the restaurant he’s in now on the first floor. It used to be called 55 Degrees, but it pretty much looks the same. That was the table where Jake interviewed for the position. That was the table where Jake settled a large class action case. That was the bar where Jake used to meet a family friend for drinks before inevitably working their way upstairs.

“I like it when you talk dirty to me, Jake.” Dahlia is tall, stunning, with luring gentle features, and a radiant smile that reveals almost a mischievous kink when she wants to. She knows she’s attractive. She can feel men looking at her when she walks into a room. “Is that all you got for me?”

Dahlia likes to be manhandled. Intelligent, brilliant, professional, Dahlia is a shining star in the community; and she’s at a point in her life where she just wants to get fucked from time to time. “Is it really that complicated,” she sometimes asks. “To just get laid. To get sorted out. To set aside the bullshit of always having to be in control, having to be the one to make all the decisions. I need a break, Jake. A reprieve. Someone like you to take control over me, to take control over my body, sexually. I wanna be your submissive, Jake. I want you to do it. To do whatever you want with me.”

“I’ve got one more for you,” Jake explains, knowing that Dahlia wants him to tell her about dominance, “and I think you’re gonna like this one.”

“Really,” Dahlia says in her sexy way. “Now you’re making my pussy wet.”

“You two ready to order,” a waitress interjects with some blushing, having heard what Dahlia said, feeling the sexual tension between them.

“Two drunken chicken salads please,” Dahlia orders, obviously admiring the waitress’s body, giving her one of those mischievous kinks of a smile.

Jake runs interference. “No. Stop. Stop it. For fuck’s sake, we don’t have time to play with someone today. I gotta get back to the office.”

“You’re no fun,” Dahlia responds. “Dontcha remember that Doublemint commercial?” Dahlia begins to sing the rhyme: “Double your pleasure, double your fun, it’s much better to sleep with two women than one.”

Jake begins to laugh, “You need help.”

“Anything else,” asks the waitress.

“No. No, I guess not,” Dahlia replies, now turning back to Jake. “Go on.”

“Well, I’ve also been having this fantasy about you following all of my commands,” Jake explains. “I think about us spending an afternoon at one of those Dayuse, and I sit fully clothed in a chair telling you what to do.”

“Really? What do you tell me to do?”

“I’d tell you to take off your clothes; piece by piece, item by item. I’d want you to do it in front of me. I’d want you to show me your body. I’d want you to expose yourself to me. I’d want you to present your body to me.”

“How?”

“I’d start with telling you to take off your shoes and socks. Then, I’d tell you to take off your pants and shirt, but I would pause for a moment. I wouldn’t want to go any further. Not quite yet. Not before. I’ll wanna see you, admire you first, standing in front of me in your bra and panties.

I would wanna have you turn around in the light coming in from the window. I’m gonna make you face away from me, and have you bend over for me. I’m gonna tell you to grab your ass cheeks while you’re bending over, and to pull your panties aside to show me your pussy and ass.”

“That’s hot,” Dahlia says, now feeling noticeably wet between her legs.

“I’m gonna lick and spit on my fingers, and have you close to me, so I can penetrate you whenever I want; and I’m going to, I’m gonna penetrate you. I’m gonna wanna stick my wet fingers inside you while you’re showing me your pussy. I’m gonna wanna make sure that you’re good and wet before telling you to turn around to look at me again.

And when I do, I’m gonna wanna have you look directly at me. Total fucking eye contact; and I’m gonna tell you to keep that total fucking eye contact the entire time, as you slowly pull down your panties for me, while you unfasten your bra, letting it fall, exposing your breasts for me.”

“What you gonna do then?”

“Then? I’m gonna wanna have you lay on the bed. I’m gonna wanna stand over you at the foot of the bed. I’m gonna wanna tell you to spread your legs open, using your fingers to part your lips for me; and I’m gonna tell you to keep those lips open for me, while you watch me undress for you.

I’m gonna tell you to play with that pussy of mine, to get it wet and ready for me, while you watch me get naked for you. I’m gonna tell you to penetrate yourself with your fingers, and to rub your clit while watching me stroke my cock in anticipation. I’m gonna squeeze my dick so pre-cum gets all over my fingers, then make you lick and taste it off my fingers.

I’m gonna have you put a pillow under your hips, so that your pussy is up high and in position for me. Then, with your legs spread wide open, and your fingers parting your lips for me, I’m gonna enter you, Dahlia. I’m gonna lift your legs up and over my shoulders, and push my cock deep inside you, thrusting and hitting that spot we both like until you cum for me.”

“Wow. Your fantasies are becoming a bit more dominant these days,” Dahlia responds, as the drunken chicken salads arrive. “Bon appétit.”