Author: [bolt21] The Receptionist | #WIP

[sgsg69]

Great story, I wish we could get some details of how Rachel keeps improving her body...........can't wait to see where you go from here! K++

[spoonmaster]

Suspend disbelief?  You mean this story isn't recounting actual events!!!  What a sham!

[derekr]

Great story, I wish we could get some details of how Rachel keeps improving her body...........can't wait to see where you go from here! K++

I'd love to hear about the details of her workouts, and her, *ahem* regime

[phil123]

What a great story line.
I cant't wait to read more. So I hope for an update soon

[taoschild]

Oh my, how did I fall several chapters behind in this one.  At least it made for more good reading. What a great story!   

[BryanC]

Great story.

[JerusalemTulip]

Yup.  Count me as one more guy who lately has only been logging in to check for updates on this story. 

[nyfiken]

amazing story.
karma+

[bolt21]

The Vacation

A few months later I awoke in Rachel’s bed on a Monday morning and realized that she wasn’t there. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7 AM. She usually left for the gym by 6 AM and would often go straight to the office after her workout. I took my time getting ready that morning as I made myself at home in Rachel’s home. By this time I had a few suits hanging in her closet as well as a dresser drawer where I kept other essentials.

I was sleeping in her bed several nights each week. Most of the time I was with Rachel, but at least once each week she would address me as ‘Joseph’ and my submissive side would take over as I would worship Miss White as her property, devoted to fulfilling any desire she might have of me. At times she would overpower me with her strength and render me helpless as she used my body for her pleasure. At other times she would dominate me with nothing more than a word or a look as I would neglect any of my own desires and focus solely on worshipping Rachel’s incredibly massive body from head to toe (or from toe to head, as it typically went).

The first night that Rachel had told me to come over to make her dinner and to bring a change of clothes, we kept it to ‘Joe’ and ‘Rachel’. I’d prepared a simple salad and a shrimp and pasta dish that I’d been fine-tuning for several years. After dinner we’d sat together on the living room couch and engaged in a conversation that went on for at least two hours, in which we discussed everything and nothing. It was like meeting a familiar friend for the first time as we continued to open up to each other and learn more about each other. Neither of us held back any of our thoughts or feelings about ourselves or about each other. We never discussed work but we did discuss our goals and dreams. We talked about Rachel’s dismantling of Sam Rayburn and revisited her beating of Sebastian, her ex-boyfriend, so many years earlier when Rachel was first learning to feel confidence in her own body.

Sitting on the couch together, I said the words that I’d been feeling for so long but had been too afraid to ever say. “I love you, Rachel,” I told her, as I lost myself in her beautiful eyes. “I’m in love with you.”

Rachel smiled and said the most unlikely, improbable words that I ever thought I might hear. “I love you, Joe. I’m in love with you.”

We’d kissed each other countless times before that night. We’d had sex and had made love before that night. But even still, Rachel and I kissed for the first time, that night, on her couch, moments after stating our love for each other.

Then Rachel smiled again, as her eyes twinkled with a hint of magic. “I know you love me, Joe, but I need to know how you feel about the other side of me, Joseph.”

I fell to my knees in front of Rachel and kissed each of her feet. Then I looked up at Rachel, sitting on the couch, above me. “I love you, Miss White. I’m yours,” I said.

Rachel smiled and patted her thigh. “Come sit, Joseph.” I sat on her lap as she wrapped her muscular arm around me. “Whether you’re Joe or Joseph, you’re mine and I love you. Now let’s go to bed, Joe.”

I made love to Rachel that night. Miss White and Joseph never made an appearance. I worshipped Rachel all the same.

A few days later Rachel came into my office late in the afternoon with a mysterious smile on her face and closed the door. I raised my eyebrows in anticipation of what she might do or say. She wordlessly crossed the space between the door and my desk and dropped an envelope in front of me. Then she turned and left the room, never speaking a word. My eyes were fixed on her remarkable legs and her magnificent ass until she was gone. Only then did I pick up the envelope. Inside was an e-mail confirming a reservation at The Bellagio in two weeks. I was going to Vegas with my Goddess.



We arrived at McCarran Airport late in the afternoon and took a taxi to the Bellagio hotel. Rachel and I went to check-in and it was immediately apparent that the clerk was smitten by Rachel. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a halter top that nicely showed off her tanned, muscular arms and chest. “I have your room here, Miss White,” the clerk explained. “It has two queen beds and a view of the mountains.”

Rachel smiled at the clerk and leaned forward on the counter, which had the effect of making her arms bulge out. The clerk’s eyes bulged out as well. “Isn’t there anything else that’s available?” she asked. “I was really hoping for a view of the fountains.”

The clerk gulped and then began furiously pounding away at his computer. “Ah, yes Miss White. I have a room here on the 22nd floor with a view of the fountains. It’s actually a suite.” He cleared his throat. “We reserve these rooms for our most exclusive clientele.” He smiled nervously at Rachel. “If you’ll just sign here, I’ll make the arrangements.” Rachel graced the clerk with one of her smiles and then we were escorted to our room by a bellhop.

The suite was, in a word, magnificent. It featured a formal dining room with a stocked bar adjacent to it. The living room included a wraparound couch and two large chairs. There were twin flat screen televisions placed in the living room to ensure an easy view from any vantage point in the room. A large full bathroom was located near the entrance to the room. Double doors off of the living room led to the bedroom which had a king sized bed in the middle of the room. Both his and hers bathrooms were available in the master bedroom space as well as a powder room and two large walk-in closets. Her bathroom included a large Jacuzzi tub while his bathroom featured a large shower with nozzles strategically placed on each wall as well as one from the ceiling. I gave the bellhop a twenty dollar bill and thanked him for his help. Rachel appeared from her bathroom and gave me a smile. “We’re going to have a lot of fun with this suite, Joe. I can’t wait to try out every room.” She walked to me and gave me a kiss that promised much, much more. “Come on, Joe. We’re in Vegas! Let’s go have a look around.” We quickly changed into warm weather clothes and took the elevators back down to the lobby.

Las Vegas at night is a spectacular scene. The lights of the strip are breathtaking. Not anywhere close to being on the level of breathtaking that is Rachel, but it’s still something special to be seen. Rachel and I held hands as we strolled down Las Vegas Boulevard, taking in all of the sights. We passed by people dressed up as Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, and even a group posing as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Naturally it was Rachel who turned the most heads, dressed in a simple pair of tight shorts and a button-down shirt which was tied up just below her ample breasts, exposing her washboard abs. Even in a pair of flip-flops her remarkable calves were on full display that evening. Rachel and I remarked that the massive size of the hotel properties created the illusion of making everything appear to be close, yet it seemed we walked for miles while the properties never got any closer. We made it as far as to the Wynn and Encore Hotels where we stopped in for a drink and watched the festivities on the lake before turning back for the Bellagio. We stopped in a little hole in the wall at the Bazaar Village outside of Bally’s Hotel which included dozens of small restaurants and enjoyed some street tacos with beer. Once back The Bellagio we made sure to join the crowd on the sidewalk and witness the spectacle of the Bellagio Fountains in a choreographed dance to ‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds’ by The Beatles.

We walked through the casino floor and saw a sign indicating the poker room. “Come on, Joe,” Rachel said with a smile, “let’s give it a shot.” We walked up to the poker desk and were immediately seated together at a table, across from each other.

I’ll admit that I’m a fairly decent poker player, although my game had gotten rusty. When I was at Yale I spent plenty of weekends at Foxwoods Casino, which was only about an hour’s drive away. We were at a low limit table, with Rachel and I both sitting in front of $300 to start, so I told myself that this was just for fun and that I would take it easy on her. Then I looked over at Rachel and she was shuffling her chips with one hand on the table as if she was a professional playing on television. She looked over at me and gave me a smirk. I returned her smile. Game on! I was able to do nothing except for fold my cards for the first 20 minutes as I was never given anything worth playing. Rachel, on the other hand, was quickly amassing a small fortune. Every time a hand went to showdown Rachel would turn over a monster hand. Her chip stack grew to over $1000 while I was still sitting at just under $300, as I hadn’t committed any of my chips to a pot yet.

Then I looked down and saw the most beautiful sight I could ever hope for (other than the Goddess who was sitting across from me). I was dealt the Ace of Spades and the Ace of Hearts. When the action came to me it was three dollars to call. I raised it to fifteen dollars and everyone folded, until it came to Rachel. “Make it forty,” she announced. And then she winked at me. I decided to set the trap and I simply called the bet. The flop came with a 7 of clubs, 9 of diamonds, and 10 of clubs. I completely whiffed on the flop, but it was unlikely that Rachel had hit any of it either. I decided to keep the trap set and checked. “Fifty,” she stated, without hesitating. I immediately threw in fifty to call her bet. The queen of clubs was the next card. Rachel might have hit a flush with that, but I knew the odds were still on my side. I checked again. “One hundred,” came Rachel’s bet. I paused and considered my options. Rachel was beating me if she held two clubs. Or she might have a straight with an 8 and a jack or with a jack or a king. Both of those seemed pretty unlikely as well. I threw in the hundred and waited for the next card. It was a jack of clubs. I kept my face frozen, not letting my emotions show. That jack was the worst possible card in the deck for me. If Rachel had a single club she would win. Or if she had either any 8 or any queen she would win. Even if she had none of those she would beat me with any two pairs. I checked. Rachel took another peek at her cards and smiled. “All in,” came her bet.
I was sunk and I knew it. “Nice river,” I told her as I tossed my pocket aces, face up, toward the dealer. “I fold.”

Rachel’s smile grew into a wide grin. She slowly turned her cards over and showed them to the table. She had the 3 of hearts and the 4 of hearts – absolutely nothing. The guy sitting next to Rachel started laughing and then he patted her on the back. I sheepishly smiled at Rachel as I reached into my wallet to buy another two hundred dollars in chips.

I slowly built my stack up to a nice size over the next few hours. I won a few decent pots when I hit good hands and I was able to steal a few pots with some well-timed bluffs. There was one guy sitting in the middle seat of the table who had anointed himself as the king of the table and he wouldn’t stop talking about what a great player he was. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses and had a cowboy hat on. On more than one occasion I was able to bluff him out of a pot only to have him say something like, “Your two pairs are good,” as he’d fold his hand. Of course I didn’t have anything remotely close to two pairs but I didn’t find it necessary to push his buttons. As his chip stack started to decrease in size he began to show his impatience, raising on nearly every hand.

It all came to a head when he made a raise to twenty dollars right out of the gate. I looked down at a 3 and a 7 and I quietly threw my cards away. Three other players called the twenty dollar when the action came around to Rachel. She threw in her twenty to complete the action. The flop came with a 4, 6, and 10 with all different suits. The poker genius quickly bet fifty dollars. One other player called the bet, as did Rachel. A 7 came on the turn and the genius immediately threw out a one hundred dollar bet. The next player folded and Rachel called. Another 7 came on the river and the blowhard made a dramatic show of announcing “All in” as he pushed his remaining three-hundred dollars into the pot. Then he stood up and stared at Rachel as she considered her decision. “Let’s go, honey. You know you’re beat,” he taunted, as Rachel continued to ponder her move.

Finally Rachel turned to the dealer. “I call.”

The blowhard sat down and his shoulders slumped. He turned over an ace and a king. “You got me,” he said to Rachel. She tossed her cards forward. She had a 5 and a 4.

“Two pairs wins,” said the dealer. “7s and 4s.” The blowhard stood frozen for a moment, in disbelief. Then he turned and left the room.
Rachel and I stuck around for a few more hands and then went to cash out our chips. I’d managed to profit just over two-hundred dollars for the session. Rachel had profited over a thousand. Rachel leaned in close to me and spoke in a low voice. “Let’s go change and get ready for dinner. And maybe we can find something fun to do while we’re in the room.” She gave my ass a squeeze as she said this. I was more than willing to go along with her plan and followed her to the elevator.

We stepped onto the elevator and just as the doors were closing a hand stopped the closing doors and the guy with the cowboy hat stepped in. He paid me no mind and glared at Rachel. “What the hell were you thinking, lady, calling me down with that hand? What did you put me on anyhow? Didn’t you know I had you beat? I should have won that pot!” He stepped forward, inches away from Rachel and stared down at her. I made a move to intervene but Rachel gave me a look which convinced me to stay out of the way.

“Now you listen,” Rachel began. As she spoke she reached down and untied the knot which held her shirt in place. “You overestimated the strength of your hand and you underestimated me. The weakness of your hand was plain for me to see. I called your bluff because I knew I was stronger than you. And I’m calling your bluff again right now.” Rachel pulled her shirt off and stood in front of the man wearing only her lacy bra. She began to flex her pecs and her breasts alternated bouncing up and down. She flexed one of her biceps and I watched as it grew to its formidable mass which I was so familiar with. “I’m strong, and you’re weak,” Rachel finished, as she went into a most muscular pose, her pecs and traps ballooning to a size which the overmatched man never could have imagined and which I would never grow tired of seeing.

The cowboy’s face lost all of its color and he backed away from Rachel, against the back wall of the moving elevator. His lips moved but no sound came out.

“You’ve lost,” Rachel taunted the man. “Again.” She stepped forward and closed the distance between herself and the cowed cowboy. “And now it’s time to pay up.” She pointed at the ground. “Kneel before me. Now.” He fell immediately to his knees. “Kiss my feet,” she ordered. He began to kiss her feet without hesitation. The elevator made a ding as we arrived at our floor and the doors opened. Rachel reached down and took the cowboy hat off of the defeated man and straightened it on her own head. “Never underestimate the power of a strong woman,” she said as her parting words.

Rachel then turned to me. “Let’s go to our room, Joseph.” The doors to the elevator closed behind us as the man remained, dazed, on his knees. Rachel led me down the hall to our room. I followed quickly behind her as her quads and calves bunched up with every step she took. Her biceps and delts were bulging after the exhibition she’d just put on in the elevator. As we made our way down the hall I was transfixed by the vision of strength and power in front of me. Even more than the physical sight of Rachel, I was overcome by the display which I’d just witnessed in the elevator. Rachel had just put on a display of dominance unlike anything I’d ever even imagined. Without even placing a finger on him, she had reduced him to a quivering mess, kneeling in front of the superior woman before him with just a few words and the threat of her physical might. He had confronted Rachel with the likely intention of scaring her or of gaining back some control after the loss he’d suffered at the poker table. Instead Rachel had showed him what true control was really about. As we neared our hotel door I thought to myself that the man was likely still on the elevator, making his way back to the lobby, and wondering what the hell had just happened.

Rachel paused at the door and I hurried in front of her to open it and allow her inside. I quickly followed behind her and fell to my knees before her. “Miss White,” I uttered as I began to worship her massive calves with my hands, feeling them bulge to unthinkable mass and density as she lifted herself up on her toes. As I marveled in the muscular perfection before me I saw Rachel’s shorts sink down to her knees and then felt her lacy bra draped over my shoulder. I looked up to see Rachel’s large breasts sitting proudly on her immense pecs, just above her corded 8 pack abs. Rachel’s nipples were fully extended. It was obvious that like me, she was turned on by the exchange which had just transpired in the elevator.

“Stand and strip, Joseph,” came Rachel’s command. In a flash my clothes were in a heap at my feet as I stood fully nude before her. In an instant Rachel’s arms were wrapped around me and I found myself pinned against the wall. Rachel pushed herself into me and I felt myself impaled inside my Goddess. My back against the wall, I was unable to move and could only succumb as Rachel had her way with me. The thought flashed in my mind that this could be considered rape if I weren’t such a willing participant. I had a need to submit to Rachel and for her to dominate me to her satisfaction. Rachel must have sensed this as her muscular thighs and abs pushed her forward, using my stiff cock as if it was her personal sexual possession. And, indeed, it was. I was completely hers. I needed to be fucked. I needed to cum. But much more than that, I needed to completely give myself to Rachel. And even more than that I needed to be taken by her. My hands made their way to Rachel’s back as if they had a mind of their own. I closed my eyes and let my fingers take in the shredded ridges of muscle sculpting her upper back and traps. Rachel leaned into me, her stiff nipples pressed against my chest as her pussy massaged my throbbing shaft. She locked her lips onto my mouth and controlled my tongue as easily as she controlled the rest of my body and my mind. My balls began to tingle and I felt my imminent orgasm making its way to the surface. At that moment, Rachel kissed my neck and then breathed into my ear. “Don’t you dare cum unless I tell you to, Joseph.”

I summoned the strength to hold my orgasm at bay as I moaned out, “Yes, Miss White.” In that moment, Rachel’s pussy shuddered against my cock as she let her own orgasm wash over me.

I continued to massage Rachel’s back as her pulsing convulsions subsided. Suddenly Rachel reached down and scooped me up as if I were a child and carried me to the bedroom. She placed me down on the floor and jumped onto the bed, facing away from me. “Now get behind me, Joseph,” she commanded, “and give me the fuck I need. Now.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes, Miss White.” I pushed myself inside Rachel from behind and thrust my cock into her tight wet pussy. Rachel reached back between her legs and fondled my tight ball sack as I fucked her for all that I was worth. I looked down at her muscular ass vibrating in place as I pounded all of my weight into her. Not satisfied with my effort, Rachel’s immense quads got into the action as she pushed herself back into me meeting my every thrust. Her large breasts bounced and swayed with every thrust. My eyes didn’t know where to focus. Everywhere I looked my vision was filled with her massive muscular perfection.

Rachel fucked my hard cock to her content, satisfied that I would stay hard for as long as she willed it. And I would. I was completely hers, with no thought except to please, obey, and satisfy her. In that moment, Rachel turned her head as she tightened her grip on my balls with her fingers. “You’re mine, Joseph.” I felt Rachel’s orgasm once again as it washed over me. “Mine,” she sighed.

As her orgasms subsided, Rachel pulled away from me and stood up in front of me. I fell to my knees beneath her. Rachel looked at my throbbing erection and smiled. “You need to cum, don’t you, Joseph.” It was a statement and not a question.

I looked up at the vision above me. The sexual exertion gave her physique a sheen which coated her muscles. I felt like I was seeing her for the first time. Layer upon layer of muscular power stood before me. Her quads twitched in animalistic excitement as her pecs rippled with each breath she took. Veins ran along and across her body, feeding oxygen to her terrifying muscles. I had never seen her look more beautiful than in that moment. “I need to serve and obey you, Miss White,” came my answer. “I’ll cum only if you tell me to.”

Rachel smiled. “That’s a very good answer, Joseph.” She looked me over and then came to a decision. “I need a shower, Joseph. Come serve me in the bathroom.”

I quickly stood up, responded, “Yes, Miss White,” and followed her to the shower. I set the temperature at a level that I knew Rachel liked and we both stepped inside. Then I went about the glorious task of washing, caressing, and worshipping every inch of Rachel’s magnificent body with my soapy hands. I dug my fingers into every crevice where muscle met muscle. I kissed her neck as I ran my hands along her delts and pecs and abs. I wrapped both hands around her individual biceps and felt them flex and relax as I meticulously coated her with soapy suds and followed with warm water. I emptied a generous amount of shampoo into the palm of my hand and washed her dark, silky hair as she pressed her muscular ass against my arousal.

Content that I had worshipped her to a suitable degree, Rachel turned around and looked me over again. “Still hard, I see, Joseph,” she said with a smile.

“Yes, Miss White,” I answered.

“I want you to cum, Joseph. Cum for me now." Rachel suddenly kneeled down and took engulfed my cock with her mouth as she massaged my balls with her fingers. I reached down and felt her sculpted bicep. In an instant I felt the tingling sensation in my balls as a precursor to a massive orgasm. My eyes were locked to Rachel’s and even in this moment I knew that I was completely hers. I unleashed a flood of semen into Rachel’s mouth and watched as she swallowed every drop. My knees buckled as I continued to fill her stomach with my seed and Rachel reached up to hold me steady. After several long moments, my balls were finally drained and Rachel stood back up. Then she reached behind my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I could taste the salty emissions of my orgasm on her tongue but in that moment I didn’t care. I only wanted to please and submit and belong to my Goddess.

Rachel ended the kiss and smiled at me again. She said a single word. “Mine.”

I looked at her and smiled back. “I’m yours, Miss White.”

[Jeremy Lightning]

Good to see you come back to this story, I have always been a fan of it, I like that you made Rachel incredibly confident, I loved how the poker game went, she was seemingly in control the whole time. And of course, the sex scenes were very, very nice to read as well. k+!

[sgsg69]

Excellent chapter, love the detail in your descriptions of their encounters, so vivid and real. The shower scene as fantastic. Karma to you. Can't wait to see where it all goes from here.

[QBikk]

Hi! It's great to read from you. I love the development of this story. The part related to the ling couch talk is very important. It gives depth, feelings to the characters. If you don't do it, there's no dimension to them. I'll hope you'll do it more... (ex. Joe asking 'you said you love me, how long?', 'why were you distant with me if you had feelings?'...)
Gret job anyway!!

[bolt21]

Vacation Part 2

I woke up the next morning to discover that Rachel was fondling my shaft with her fingers. “Oh, good, Joe, you’re finally awake,” she said to me with a grin. “I’ve decided to get my workout in the bedroom.”

I smiled back. “Good morning, Rachel. I’m more than happy to be your substitute gym equipment.”

“Good,” she told me. “Now you just lay back and let me get my workout in.” Rachel climbed on top of me and mounted my hard cock and had her way with me as I contented myself to run my hands over her incredible body. Rachel steadily increased the pace until she was bouncing up and down on my cock like a pogo stick. Just as I felt my balls begin to tingle she settled down with me fully immersed inside her and we came together.

I leaned forward and kissed her lips. “I love you, Rachel. You’re amazing.”

Rachel returned my kiss. “I love you very much, Joe. And you’re wonderful.”

We both took a quick shower and then decided to have breakfast on the strip before going for a hike at Red Rock Canyon. We crossed Las Vegas Boulevard and made our way to the Bouchon inside the Venetian Hotel. I had the chicken and waffles (to die for) while Rachel ordered the Eggs Benedict (also to die for). We also split an order of beignets which came fresh out of the oven. Rachel complained that I was trying to ruin her figure. I laughed and reminded her that we were about to go on a hike into the mountains which would take us 4 or 5 hours to complete.

Rachel and I had decided to complete the Turtlehead Peak trail at Red Rock Canyon. It’s a 4.5 mile trek which offers unparalleled views of the canyon. We held hands for much of the way and talked throughout the journey. I found that the more time I spent with Rachel the more I liked and admired her and we never seemed to run out of topics to cover during our chats. Every day I was falling deeper and deeper in love with this incredible woman.
It was a warm day in the desert but nowhere near what the temperatures would be like in the summer and we kept up a steady pace, even as we enjoyed the sights, sounds, and smells that nature offered us. We both wore jeans, boots, and loose fitting shirts. I lamented that I wouldn’t be afforded the opportunity to marvel at Rachel’s quads and calves as she traversed the inclines on our hike but quickly reminded myself of just how lucky I was just to be with her. And besides, I knew I’d have plenty of chances to give attention to Rachel’s phenomenal legs once we were back at the hotel.

After a few miles we reached the summit of the trail and took in all of the amazing scenery before us. For the first time all day, both Rachel and I were speechless. We remained hand in hand as we were overwhelmed by nature’s beauty. Eventually we made it back to the pack which I’d brought with me and I laid out a blanket for the two of us to enjoy a lunch and each other’s company. As we ate, Rachel kept smiling at me and I felt myself falling more and more in love as each moment passed.

I decided that the moment had arrived.

Sitting together on the blanket, I took Rachel’s hands in my own. “Rachel, you’re the most incredible woman and the most amazing person I’ve ever known. I consider myself a lucky man just to have you in my life. You’ve been the brightest part of every one of my days since the first day I met you. First you were an employee, then a co-worker, then a friend, then a partner, and now you’re an essential part of my being. Rachel, I never want to let you go and I can’t imagine a single day without you being there with me, at my side.” I took out a ring, which I’d purchased months earlier, and had been saving for the right moment. “Rachel, will you marry me?”

Rachel’s eyes never left mine. She smiled. “Joe, you’re the most incredible man I’ve ever known. You’re kind, and patient, and intelligent, and loyal.
You’ve been the brightest part of my life since the first day I met you. You were my employer, then a mentor, then a friend, then a co-worker, then a partner, and now you’re an essential part of my being. I love you more and more each day, Joe.” She paused and moved closer to me, her eyes never wavering from mine. “I’m in love with you, Joe. And I won’t marry you.”

I was stunned. She loved me. She told me she loved me. We were so good together and had grown so close. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with her. And she’d said no. What had just happened? My mind was a whirlwind. At that moment Rachel leaned closer and kissed me like she never had before. It was a kiss full of passion, love, affection, and promise. I melted in her lips.

Rachel released me and kept her gaze fixed to my eyes. “Make love to me, Joe. Here and now.” She laid on her back and unbuttoned her jeans. I reached for her and helped her slide out of them and pulled her panties off as well. Then I quickly stepped out of my own jeans and laid on top of her. She was already wet and we wasted no time before I was sliding my hardness inside of Rachel. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and held me as I thrust down into her. I kissed her hard and then nuzzled on her neck as I slowly filled her sex. Other than the soft rustle of on occasional breeze the only sound to be heard was Rachel’s and my own urgent breathing as we built our way to a mutual orgasm.

Spent, I remained inside Rachel and kissed her lips again. “Marry me, Rachel. Please. I love you,” I pleaded.

Rachel’s eyes remained bright and full of passion. “No, Joe. I won’t marry you.”



The rest of the trip was a blur. We ate at amazing restaurants. We saw shows. Penn & Teller was a treat to witness in person. I taught Rachel how to play craps and then made a small fortune on one of her rolls when she couldn’t miss. We made love multiple times each day in our hotel room and each time it was full of passion and the connection between us was palpable.

And at every moment, I could never get her words out of my head.

“No, Joe. I won’t marry you.”



We arrived back in LA on a Tuesday evening and were in the office on Wednesday morning. When I stepped in the front door Rachel was at her desk and had a smile for me.

Business went on as usual.

After a week I was confused and out of sorts. I’d invited Rachel to lunch on Friday and she’d happily accepted. We had a wonderful and easy conversation. I’d suggested to her that we might get together for dinner on Saturday and she’d gone along with that as well. We had another fantastic evening together and when I asked her if she’d care to spend the night at my home, she enthusiastically agreed. We made love in my bed and woke up the next morning in each other’s arms. I told her that I loved her and she told me that she loved me. I never brought up marriage.



I was lying in bed and unable to sleep two weeks after we’d returned from Las Vegas. By all accounts Rachel and I were getting along as well as we ever had. She’d assured me that she loved me and she’d been warm, receptive, and affectionate every time we’d been alone together. Something was missing. Then it hit me like a thunderbolt.

Rachel hadn’t come into my office a single and shut the door a single time since we’d returned to Los Angeles. She hadn’t removed her business jacket and flexed. She hadn’t called me Joseph and had me worship her. It had been Rachel and Joe in every moment since I’d first proposed marriage to her. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 3:15 in the morning. Forty-five minutes later I was banging on Rachel’s front door.

She answered the door wearing a pair of my boxers and one of my t-shirts. Hey hair was wild and unkempt and it was obvious she’d been sound asleep. She was beautiful. “Joe? What is it? Are you okay?” she asked me.

I stepped into her apartment and fell to my knees in front of her. “Miss White, you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known. I’m deeply in love with you, Miss White. I can’t imagine not having you in my life, leading me, controlling me, and having your way with me. I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping you and devoting all of my energy to pleasing you. Please marry me, Miss White.”

Rachel looked down at me and smiled. “Joseph, are you certain about this? We’ll never be Rachel and Joe again. It will always be my way, my rules. No questions, and no hesitations.”

Tears came to my eyes. I leaned forward and kissed Rachel’s feet and caressed her bulky calves with my fingers. Rachel lifted herself up to her toes causing her calves to bunch up into solid balls of steel. “I love you, Miss White. I want to always be yours. Please lead me as you see fit. Control me and always take charge of me. I belong to you, now and forever.”

“Yes, Joseph, I’ll marry you.”

[Jeremy Lightning]

Why would it be that if she married him, that she would always be in control? I mean, I know marriage isn't always about love, sometimes it's about politics or some other kind of power, but in this case, I know that Rachel said she loved Joe, and Joe loves Rachel, so why would the marriage be based on domination? It just doesn't seem right to me, but maybe I'm old fashioned that way. Anyway, good stuff otherwise. k+!

[QBikk]

I go along with the comment of Jeremy. I fully understand that he HAD to ask her this way, no questions about it!
But you could have turned it playful and with a snarky comment from her as: "See Joseph, you should have asked me the first time the rich way. Yes I'll marry you...."

I have to admit that I fear the end of the story now. (See my comment at start of Page 6) You started to introduce feelings to the characters and it was adding depth. It seems that you are taking the path that we see too much with quick stories, domination and that's it. Joseph shows emotions, she doesn't...

I fully respect your choice, you are the writer, the one spending time sharing. But you may go from a fun loving domination to a cold emotionless domination which is less fun considering the start of this story. Perhaps it was your goal, so don't take my comments personally. Only my .02 cents.