Becca Bellamy
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A Domme in the Neighborhood – Part 3
🕑 Added 2021-11-20 07:10:51 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Adam pulled into his driveway, turned off the car, opened the door and grabbed the lattes he’d just picked up from Starbucks. He stepped out with a smile on his face, though that smile quickly disappeared when he heard the sound of his neighbor’s voice.
“Good morning, Adam,” Sue called out from the sidewalk.
Adam turned to see the nosy older woman holding her golden retriever’s leash. The dog lifted and immediately unleashed a torrent of urine on one of Adam’s bushes. He did his best to maintain his smile despite his annoyance at Sue’s willingness to let her dog poison his shrubbery.
“Good morning, Sue,” Adam replied. “It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Sue said with a smile. “November isn’t usually this warm. We’re quite lucky, aren’t we?”
“Indeed we are,” Adam answered.
“Is there a lucky lady in your house?” Sue asked.
Adam was so surprised at the boldness of her question that he briefly recoiled before replying, “I’m sorry, what?”
Sue glanced at the drinks in his hands and said, “You don’t usually go out for coffee, and today you’ve returned with two drinks, so either you ran out of coffee and are in desperate need of your fix, or you met someone and she’s in the house waiting for you to return with her morning pick me up.”
Though he felt a deep level of annoyance with his incredibly nosy neighbor, Adam offered a forced smile and said, “You’re quite the amateur detective, aren’t you? It must be all those true crime podcasts you listen to.”
Sue offered a force smile and a chuckle of her own, returning Adam’s barely-veiled contempt. She stayed put, though, showing her determination to have her question answered, leaving Adam with the option of lying about having a woman in his house – he didn’t – or telling a slightly shifted version of the truth. He chose the latter.
“The second drink is for Monica,” he said. “I saw her while I was on my way out and asked if I could pick up anything for her.”
The part about the drink being for Monica was true. The part about him seeing her on the way out wasn’t. Shortly after he’d woken up, Monica had texted Adam instructions on her desired drink, which was a latte with two shots of espresso and a shot of vanilla syrup. She’d made it perfectly clear she expected her drink to arrive with speed, too, or she’d deliver a punishment of some sort. Adam had rushed out of bed and to the Starbucks drive thru as quickly as he could, driven by a deep desire to please his neighbor.
“You two seem to be getting to know each other better,” Sue said. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a guest so eager to clean someone else’s house.”
Adam felt a genuine urge to run towards Sue and throw his latte in her face as she referenced his willingness to clean during the Halloween party, but instead he forced another smile. “You know, I’ve been a bit of a shut-in since my break up, and I decided that I need to be a little more social. Monica and I are both home most days, so I suppose it’s fair to say that we’ve become better friends in the past few weeks.”
“I’m home most days,” Sue replied with just a hint of jealousy in her voice.
Adam smiled. “I suppose you are,” he said. “Have a good day, Sue.” He turned and headed towards Monica’s house with a victorious smile on his face. He didn’t relish being a bit of an asshole to his neighbor, but Sue was the sort of woman that deserved to be knocked down a peg every once in a while.
Monica opened the door before Adam had a chance to ring the bell. She looked resplendent in a pair of tight, high-waisted jeans and an impossibly soft-looking white angora off-the-shoulder sweater that revealed a lacy pink bra strap. Adam wondered if she dressed like that all the time or if she’d put on something special to entice him. Whatever her intent, he was certainly enticed, particularly since Monica had taken control of his orgasms after Halloween and hadn’t let him cum in four days.
“What did our nastiest neighbor want?” Monica asked.
“She used her powers of observation to note that I had a drink in each hand and she wanted to know who the second drink was for,” Adam replied. “She thought perhaps I’d found a lover and I’d run out to get her a drink.”
“I hope I don’t end up like her when I get older,” Monica said as her eyes scanned the street. “Think of how empty her life must be for her to spend all her time wondering about the lives of her neighbors. What did you tell her?”
“I told her that I’d seen you on my way out of the house and I’d asked if you wanted a drink,” Adam replied. “She seemed to believe it, though she went out of her way to note that you and I had been getting closer recently. She even mentioned me cleaning up at Halloween.”
Monica laughed. “She thinks we’re having an affair.”
Adam’s eyebrows lifted. “You really think so?”
“Of course,” she replied. “She probably thinks I’m going to invite you in to share a latte and then fuck me while my husband is at work.”
Adam felt a stirring between his legs as he imagined fucking Monica. He thought of sitting on her couch with Monica in his lap, riding his cock while her perky breasts bounced in his face. It was a delightful image that brought him no small amount of pleasure.
“We’re not having an affair, but I suppose she’s not entirely wrong, is she Adam?” Monica asked.
“No, I suppose not,” Adam said as he wondered if Monica was going to invite him inside for a play session of some sort or if she was going to take her drink and send him home.
“After all, you provide me with something my husband can’t,” she said. “He’s incapable of offering the kind of submission I crave, but you’re not, are you? You’re eager to submit to a dominant woman. You’re eager to let my power envelop you and control you. You’re eager to let me use you as a canvas while I explore my desires to dominate a man.”
Adam nodded as a deeper level of excitement washed over his body. Memories of the little tastes of domination he’d received in the two weeks since Monica had showed up at his door to model her Halloween costume flooded his mind and he felt that wonderful tingle of submissive desire course through him.
“You enjoy serving me, don’t you Adam?” Monica asked. “It thrilled you to be ordered to fetch me a latte this morning, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” Adam replied.
“I’d like you to get on your knees and offer me the drink you happily ran out and fetched for me,” Monica instructed.
Adam looked over his shoulder and back at Monica before saying, “Here? Where…where people could see?”
Monica smiled. “Yes, Adam. I want you to be a good boy and get on your knees on my doorstep and offer me that latte. I want you to show me that submitting to my desires is more important than what our neighbors think.”
Adam was relatively certain no one was watching – the houses on the street weren’t that close together – and he was relatively certain that Monica thought the same thing, but the idea of dropping to his knees and offering her drink like he was a servant was equally nerve-wracking and thrilling. Ultimately, there was only one choice that made any sense. Adam dropped to his knees and held up Monica’s drink.
“What a good boy,” she said with a smile before stepping closer and taking the drink from his hand. Monica popped the top off and held the cup under her nose. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and took a sip. “It’s perfect, Adam. You did such a good job. Would you like a taste?”
Adam nodded. “Yes, please.”
Monica dipped her index finger deep into the cup, held it there for a moment, and pulled it out. “Open up.”
Adam parted his lips and Monica smiled and pushed her finger into his mouth. The taste of espresso and sweet vanilla hit his tongue as Adam sucked her slippery finger clean while Monica pushed it deep into his mouth. If someone walked or drove by they might have struggled to figure out what was happening – Adam’s body was likely blocking the finger sucking – but the idea that someone might see his submission was more thrilling than Adam expected.
“Does it excite you to suck on my finger, Adam?” Monica asked.
He looked up at her and nodded as her finger remained deep in his mouth while he sucked and swirled his tongue around it.
“It excites me too,” Monica continued. “So much so that I imagine I’ll end up playing with my pussy – which is suddenly very wet – soon after I step back into my house.”
Adam delighted in the idea that he was at least partially responsible for her desire and the morning masturbation session that might follow. He wanted more, though. He wanted to be able to watch. He wanted to be able to help in some way. He wanted to be able to worship her pussy.
Monica pulled her finger from his mouth and said, “Thank you for the drink, Adam. I appreciate it.”
She stepped back and moved to the shut the door when Adam said, “Please, wait. Can I…I’d like to help…to help you…”
Monica smiled sweetly as Adam trailed off and said, “You’d like to help me masturbate? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
Adam nodded.
“Wouldn’t that be a reward for you, Adam? Wouldn’t seeing my pussy and watching me pleasure myself be the kind of thing a submissive man like you would love?” she asked.
“Yes,” Adam replied.
“Do you think that fetching me a latte deserves that kind of reward?” Monica asked.
“No,” Adam replied. “I’ll do something else. Anything else.” Adam knew he sounded desperate and that Monica might find it pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. She hadn’t yet let him worship her pussy – she’d only let him taste her juices on her fingers – and he really did feel desperate for it.
“You may stand,” Monica said. Adam stood and she backed into her house and gestured for him to step inside. He did so and Monica gave his ass a quick swat as Adam walked by. She shut the door, sipped her drink, and said, “Strip.”
Adam took a few steps into the kitchen, set his drink on the counter, and stripped at Monica’s request. Soon enough his clothes laid in a heap on the floor and he stood naked in front of her with his cock in a half hard state.
“Play with your cock,” Monica instructed.
Adam wrapped his fingers around his cock and masturbated as he stared at Monica. All his recent sexual fantasies featured his neighbor, so it didn’t take long for him to get hard as he imagined all sorts of thrilling scenarios, most of them involving the unlikely outcome of Monica welcoming his cock into her pussy.
“I like that you’re so eager to do as you’re told, Adam,” Monica said. “It makes me very happy.”
“That’s why I’m so eager,” he replied.
Monica smiled, sipped her drink, and then slowly lifted her sweater, exposing her flat, smooth stomach. Adam watched as more of her flesh came into view until finally he was staring at his neighbor’s beautiful, perky breasts in a semi-sheer pink lace bra.
“Do my breasts turn you on, Adam?” she asked.
“Yes,” Adam answered.
“Everett loves them too,” Monica said. “He likes cumming on them. Sometimes he’ll pull out of my pussy and unload all over my breasts. I like how happy it makes him to do so. He seems to groan and grunt a little bit louder when he’s doing it.”
Unsurprisingly, all Adam could think about was cumming on Monica’s breasts. He knew there was almost no chance of her letting him do so, but that didn’t stop the thought from dancing around his head.
“Would you clean my husband’s cum off my breasts if I asked you to, Adam?” Monica asked as she slipped a hand into her bra cup, took one of her nipples in her fingers and gently pinched and twisted the flesh.
“Yes,” Adam answered breathlessly. He knew better than to cum, but the nonstop stroking had put him in a place of intense arousal and he could have unleashed his orgasm with ease.
“I did enjoy watching you swallow his cum when I fed it to you,” she said. “You swallowed with almost no hesitation. You really are dedicated to my pleasure, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Adam said. “I am.”
Monica released her sweater and it fell over her breasts, depriving Adam of the thrilling view of her naked flesh. “This entire floor of the house needs to be dusted and vacuumed. If you do a good job I’ll let you watch me masturbate. If you do an exceptionally good job I might let you put your tongue in my pussy. You’ll find the dust rags and Pledge under the sink and the vacuum in the hall closet. Get to work.”
“Of course,” Adam said as he turned and headed for the kitchen sink. He retrieved the dust rags and spray and set out to clean every surface on the first floor of the house. He did so without considering putting his clothes back on, either, for Monica surely would have told him to do so if that’s what she desired.
After half an hour of thorough dusting Adam retrieved the vacuum from the hall closet and set about finishing the chore he’d been given. He’d never thought of chores as a source of arousal, and yet he felt a low level version of desire throughout the duration of his task. Adam surmised it was the result of being ordered to do a maid’s work by his beautiful, dominant neighbor while she relaxed on the couch with the drink he’d fetched in her hand and a smile on her face. The fact that she flashed her breasts a handful of times and gave his bare ass a few hard smacks didn’t hurt, either. Monica was clearly invested in keeping him focused on the task at hand, which wasn’t so much cleaning her house as it was doing exactly as she’d ordered him to do.
“All finished,” Adam said after he’d returned the cleaning supplies to their rightful places in the house.
Monica stood, smiled, and said, “Let’s see how you did. Follow me.”
Monica walked through the kitchen, dining room, living room, bonus room, and bathroom and inspected every surface for dust. She ran her fingers over most of them, each time inspecting to make sure that Adam had done a thorough job. Each time she looked at her finger his heart beat a little bit harder, for Adam assumed that he’d finally get to taste her pussy if he’d cleaned Monica’s home to her satisfaction.
“I’m impressed,” Monica said as she finished her inspection of the kitchen. “You did an exceptionally good job, Adam. You’d make an excellent maid.”
Adam was stunned at the arousal that quickly coursed through his body as a result of her comment. He had no desire to be a maid, and yet for some reason the notion of it was oddly thrilling.
“Now you deserve a reward,” Monica said with a smile. “Come.”
Adam followed as Monica led him to the living room. She pointed to the floor in front of the couch and Adam fell to his knees. Monica took off her sweater and bra, revealing her spectacular breasts, which Adam happily stared at. Monica unbuttoned her jeans and took them off, leaving her in a pair of simple-but-sexy black lace panties.
“Would you like to remove my panties?” she asked.
“Yes,” Adam replied.
“You may do so,” Monica instructed.
Adam reached up, slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled them down, revealing Monica’s perfect-looking pussy. He was inches away from it and he felt a strong temptation to lean forward and put his tongue inside her.
Monica stepped out of her panties, moved towards the couch, and sat down. She leaned forward a little, took her breasts in her hands, and said, “You’ve been a very good boy today and you deserve a reward. You may worship my breasts.”
Adam smiled as a sense of glee enveloped his body. He crawled forward and Monica reached out and put a gentle hand on the back of his head. She guided him towards her breasts and he showered them in soft, sensual kisses.
“Mmm, that’s a good boy,” Monica said softly. “Now take my nipple in your mouth. Suck on it gently. Make me feel good, Adam. Worship my breasts and make me feel good.”
Without being touched, Adam’s cock had reached an erect state thanks to his neighbor’s seemingly effortless domination. He felt utterly enraptured with her in that moment and he saw it as a beautiful gift to be able to offer her pleasure by worshiping her breasts.
Monica seemed to find it pleasurable, too, as she began masturbating while Adam moved from one nipple to the other, flicking his tongue back and forth over the erect flesh and eliciting sensual moans in the process.
“That feels so good,” Monica said between moans. “You’re such a good boy, Adam. You’re being such a good boy for me.”
Adam desperately wanted to masturbate. There was something about her tenderness in those moments that he found impossibly arousing, as if she’d welcomed him into her embrace and he felt safe enough to truly let his submissive side blossom.
Monica leaned back, depriving Adam of her breasts. She caressed his face while plunging two fingers into her pussy. A moment later those fingers appeared in front of Adam’s lips. He opened his mouth and Monica smiled before wordlessly pushing them onto his tongue.
“Taste me,” Monica whispered.
Adam sucked her fingers clean as Monica put a gentle hand on the back of his head and slowly moved in and out of his mouth. She shifted her hips forward until her pussy was right at the edge of the couch.
Monica pulled her fingers from his mouth, smiled, and said, “You may worship my pussy, Adam.”
“Really?” Adam asked as he was struck by a surprising well of emotion.
“Yes,” Monica replied with a smile. “You’ve been an exceptionally good boy and you deserve to worship my pussy and make me cum. Go ahead.”
Monica sat back and Adam dropped down and stared at her pussy for a few moments to take in the utter perfection of it. He moved closer and gently showered it with kisses, pressing his lips against her warm flesh and eliciting a handful of soft moans from Monica.
Adam took his time in worshiping her pussy. He licked and sucked on her labia. He pushed his tongue inside her and savored Monica’s sweet juices. He teased her clit with a few licks before returning to her labia, all the while making sure that she seemed pleased by his eagerness to make her feel good.
Eventually, when Monica’s arousal seemed to reach a fever pitch, Adam turned his attention to her clit and began a slow, sensual massage with his tongue. He slipped a finger into her wet pussy to find her g-spot and provide a bit of extra stimulation.
Adam lost all sense of time between Monica’s legs and that pleased him greatly. Serving her was all that mattered in those moments and it was thrilling not to think about a single thing other than making her feel spectacularly good.
Eventually, Monica climaxed loudly. She held his head in her hands, closed her eyes, and unleashed a loud, lusty series of moans while her legs trembled. Adam worked her clit right up until the moment of orgasm, when Monica pushed him back and her body writhed in pleasure. He watched with a smile on his face as his worship resulted in such pleasure for the woman he’d come to be so enthralled with over the past few weeks.
“That was lovely, Adam,” Monica said with a smile. “Much better than I expected, in fact.”
“Thank you for letting me worship you,” he replied.
“It was, without question, my pleasure,” she said. “Now, though, it’s time for you to go. I have other tasks to attend to and I’m sure you need to do some actual work today. You’re welcome to masturbate when you get home. You can only do so once, though, and you may not indulge in any porn. You must think of being on your knees in front of me, either of worshiping my breasts, my pussy, or both. Do not let your mind stray to any other fantasy. Do you understand?”
“I do,” Adam said with a nod. “And thank you for letting me cum.”
“A good boy deserves a reward,” Monica replied. “Now go.”
Adam stood, got dressed, grabbed his latte, and left out the back door to avoid any casual spotting by Sue. He stripped the moment he entered his house, grabbed a towel to climax into, and headed for the couch. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, closed his eyes, and replayed the service he’d just provided for Monica. Less than a minute later he’d spilled his seed into the towel. The pleasure of the his service and the orgasm he’d been permitted afterwards remained with Adam for hours longer, though, keeping a smile on his face for most of the day.
