Power Play in Milan

Power Short Stories · approx. 6 min read · 18+

This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.

I remember the day I first saw him clearly. He came into the library where I worked, looking for a specific book. I helped him find it, and we talked for a few minutes about literature. He was a regular reader, and I saw him regularly from then on. We talked about books, and I learned he was a man who knew what he wanted. His eyes were always on me when we talked, and I could feel the intensity in them. I was drawn to him, but I didn’t know what it was that attracted me so much. Maybe it was the way he looked me over, as if he was already undressing me in his mind, or his deep, rough voice that sent a tingle through me. Every time he left, a wet throb remained between my thighs that I didn’t understand.

I saw him every day when he came to the library, and we talked about books. I learned he was a man who loved power and control. He was a successful businessman, and his way of moving radiated confidence. I was drawn to him, but I didn’t know if I dared to approach him. One day, he asked me if I wanted to have a glass of wine with him, and I said yes. We went to a nearby café, and we talked about everything. I felt comfortable in his presence, and I realized I was attracted to him. He looked at me as if he saw me, really saw me, and I felt understood. His hand lay on the table, and I imagined it touching my bare skin. I felt my nipples harden under my blouse just from him staring at me as if he already owned me.

We drank several glasses of wine, and our conversation grew more intense. He told me about his life, his dreams and goals, and I listened. I felt comfortable in his presence, and I realized I was attracted to him. He looked at me as if he saw me, really saw me, and I felt understood. When we left the café, he asked if I wanted to come to his hotel. I hesitated for a moment, but then I said yes. We went to his hotel, and we took the elevator to the top floor. The suite was breathtaking, with a view of the city that blew me away. He showed me everything, and I felt like I was in a dream. But it wasn’t a dream – it was the beginning of a game where I didn’t yet know the rules. He stood behind me as I looked out the window, and I felt his hot breath on my ear.

We sat down on the couch, and he took my hand. He looked at me, and I felt like I was in a liminal space, a space where anything was possible. He spoke to me, and his words were like a gentle wind that swept over me. He said he desired me, that he wanted to have me, and I felt like I was in a fire that consumed me. I looked at him, and I knew I desired him too. We kissed, and it was like a lightning bolt had struck us. Our lips touched, and it was like a spark that ignited us. We kissed, and I felt like I was in a whirlpool pulling me under. His tongue entered my mouth, demanding and dominant, and I surrendered to it. I felt my cunt get wet, the heat spreading between my legs. I pressed my thighs together to suppress the desire, but it was no use. His kiss was a command, and my body obeyed.

He took me in his arms, and I felt like I was in a sanctuary, a space where I felt safe. He carried me into the bedroom, and we lay down on the bed. He looked at me, and I felt like I was in a liminal space, a space where anything was possible. He spoke to me, and his words were like a gentle wind that swept over me. He said he wanted to command me, that he wanted to have me, and I felt like I was in a fire that consumed me. I looked at him, and I knew I wanted it too. We played a game, a game of power and submission. He was the master, and I was the slave. I felt like I was in a dream, a dream where anything was possible. “Undress,” he said with a voice that brooked no argument. “Slowly. I want to see every inch of you.”

I obeyed. My hands trembled as I unzipped my dress. The fabric slid over my shoulders and fell to the floor. I stood before him in my black lace bra and matching panties, and I felt his gaze wander over my body. “Continue,” he commanded. I unhooked the bra and let it fall. My breasts came into view, full and heavy, with hard, erect nipples. He looked at them, and I felt them grow even harder under his gaze. Then I pushed the panties over my hips and let them slide to the floor. I stood naked before him, and I felt both vulnerable and aroused. My cunt was already wet, my labia glistening damply in the lamplight. I could literally feel the desire between my legs, a throbbing that screamed for fulfillment.

He stood up and came towards me. His hands grabbed my breasts, and I gasped as he took the hard buds between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed and twisted, and I felt an electric shock shoot through my body. “You belong to me,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me.” “I belong to you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Louder,” he commanded, squeezing harder. “I belong to you!” I cried out, and he laughed softly. He let go of my breasts and pushed me back onto the bed. I landed on the soft duvet, and he leaned over me. His lips found my nipples, and he sucked on them while his hand slid between my legs. I felt his fingers on my wet cunt, stroking over the slick labia, and I moaned loudly.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice full of satisfaction. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? For me to take you however I want.” I nodded, unable to speak. His fingers entered me, and I felt them moving inside me, exploring my inner heat. He moved them slowly, then faster, and I lifted my hips to let him penetrate deeper. I felt my muscles clench around his fingers, and I knew I was close to climax. “Not yet,” he said, pulling his fingers back. “You’ll come