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Secret Identities Can Lead to Problems

“Aggression, I like that. You are strong…” She eyed him seemingly peering into his soul. "Winry is still here, but I am in control now, you will see her , my only wish is to be sated first. Once I am finished then you can have your way with her. We are not at all alike, she is more aggressive in terms of wanting to be in control I am agressive in wanting to be controlled.” She looked at his eyes and then her eyebrow rose. “You seem almost to care for this women that you just met. Well little ‘Innocent’ you seemed to have bitten off more than you can chew—“ Her sentence was cut off by him grabbing her sides. His grip was indeed a strong one and this was a testament to just how strong. When he pushed her to the wall she let out a small gasp and growled. If he was holding her hands she’d try to break them free but to no avail.
“Now, take me… do what you will, I want you to show me how bad you can be.” She said
 
"I do care for her, even if we just meet. It would be a rather poor man who didn't care at least a little for the woman he was planning to spend his night with." His strong hand move up her sides, brushing over he ample breasts until they reach the back of her head where they bury themselves in her mane of silken darkness. "I do not think I quite understand what is going on, but if this is what you want...." By his nature Gerald was not a dominating man. He wasn't some kind pushover who sought out to be controlled, but it was not his way to force someone to do something or to put his own pleasure up above that of his partner. Still, if she took pleasure in a little bit of rough play....he supposed he should do his best to give the lady what she wants. He flashes her another smile, it still holds that boyish innocence to it, but something perhaps a bit michevious has been added. He forces his lips to hers, kissing her roughly as his arms scoop her up bridal style and carry her across the room. Holding her in one arm, showing off his impressive strength, he leans down and picks up the discarded collar, putting it tightly around her neck while he continues to kiss and fondle her.
 
“That’s a good boy… mmhmm. Yes…” She stopped only because she was being picked up. She was more and more beginning to like him and all that he did. It took a lot to impress both Winry and Temptress but this handsome devil was making it look too easy admittingly he had his work cut out for him pleasing two women at one time but he seemed to be handling himself rather well.
“Your kisses are like fire…” She said accepting the collar around her neck. “I like giving commands but I also like receiving them. Winry however is an entirely different person. She controls, I like being controlled. She is dominating I like being dominated, she likes it compassionate, I don’t have time for that… I like to play rough. Now, show me that bad side.” She said gripping his shoulders with her nails. The collar was quite snug and she liked the tight feel of it around her neck. “Before you judge us, or me rather just call me her conscience. I am there when she is too stressed out, I am there when she needs a rather… spontaneous release. I cause no harm to her, and if I may I actually have benefitted much to her in this past year. No, she was not always like this…” She said wrapping her legs around him tighter and with her free hand she began caressing his manhood. “Damn…I’m quite envious, you are thick aren’t you…” She said complimenting him on his size. “Those eyes of yours really are deadly, I like danger.” She grunted hungrily kissing him again.
 
“You think my eyes look dangerous? You obviously haven’t looked in a mirror lately.” He moans out as her hand grips his manhood, the massive organ stretching out even a bit long at the touch of a soft, feminine hand on it, yearning to feel more of her touch, to be encased in her flesh. “So, Winry is going to be paying me back for everything I do to you when she gets back in the saddle, eh? And if you aren’t Winry, what should I be calling you? Maybe “ He blushes, not used to being the one in control, not used to being so rough and dirty, but she wants it. She wants it so bad that her desire was rubbing off on him, drawing out something inside. “Maybe I should just call you Slut? Or Pet?” He roughly molests a breast, trying to get a moan out of her. “Why don’t you tell me what name you want, and then beg…..beg for me to do something to you. And if you beg well enough, maybe I’ll do it to you. Seems if I want to punish you for being a bad girl the worst thing I can do is nothing, so why don’t you convince me to do otherwise.” That would not be hard, he was so far along that he –couldn’t- not touch her now, but he hopes he can hide that fact for the moment.
 
“Well you can call me… Temptress.” She said as she gently stroked his manhood. “What do I want from you? I want you to enjoy this... I want you to enjoy us... and all I ask is that you don't hurt Winry. There is one thing that her and I share besides this body… let me show you. ” She pulled him to her and embraced in a kiss. Once this was done she pushed him away from him slowly and then put his dick in her mouth. Placing the tip of his dick in her throat she didn’t gag, instead she hummed so that the vibration was appeasing. Taking it out her mouth she did a butterfly flick on the tip of his dick and then deep throated it once more, licking the balls as it was still in his throat. Taking it out of her mouth she grabbed it by her right hand and then placing her left hand on it she did a counter clockwise motion as she sucked the tip. She made sure it was extra wet as she liked to drool on her dick. Taking it out of her mouth she looked at him.

"You want me to beg for it? You want me to moan your name and whimper? I will... Now this collar, I want you to use it. I want you to make me enjoy every inch of your dick. I want you at your worst. Take me to paradise... Show me what those muscles can do."
 
Gerald’s eyes almost role into the back of his head as her hot, wet mouth surrounds his massive, throbbing cock. The way she uses her lips and tongue to stimulate his organ shows that even though he might be holding the leash, it was the Temptress who held all the experience. If his mind was not being rather concentrated on another matter, the name Temptress would be ringing all kinds of bells. It was the name of a rather infamous costumed individual who would rob some old, miserly billionaire one day and ten turn around and beat up some big daddy pimp the next. If he was not so distracted by the pleasure coursing through his body Gerald might connect those dots. For the moment, however, all the young man could concentrate on was the here and now. One hand goes to the back of Temptress’s head while the other grips the leash. He pulls forward with the leash harshly, the collar digging into her pale white throat as it forces her to take the whole of his cock, her chin brushing into his balls. “My muscles are good for a lot of things, and didn’t your mommy tell you not to speak with your mouth full?” he takes the end of the leash and swats her naked ass with it, surprised at how he is giving into her and his dominate side.
 
Cupping his balls with one hand she then licks them one by one and then both together. Placing them in her mouth she blows and then hums on them giving them some much needed attention. Her other hand went to stroking his long shaft and then with the tip of her tongue she flicked the tip of his cock. She liked the response she was getting and she didn’t want Winry to have any fun but the pleasure was getting to be too much and Temptress was losing control of being in] control.
“Not yet… just wait a little longer, at least till I cum. Then you can have your turn promise.” She said aloud and then she heard him make a comment about talking with her mouth full. She deep throated him once more down to the base of his shaft all the while licking and humming as she went. Coming up for air she looked at him enjoying himself she was pleased. She was even more so pleased with the fact that he was gripping the collar like he owned it. The more she sucked licked, and blew the tighter he gripped the reins. Like a man controlling a horse he was in control and she liked him being in control. The collar was digging into her neck and it caused a bruise, the pain and with the moan that escaped his lips she came.
“Okay… Okay…you can have him back now…”
 
With a massive groan Gerald cums, shooting his seed into her mouth just as she came, his hold on the leash becoming less tight. His stamina was indeed quite impressive, lasting as long as he did under the relentless assault Temptress was making on his cock with her skilled and talented mouth. His breath comes in deep pants as he drops down to one knee, the leash completely loose in his hands and his skin covered in a very fine sheen of sweat. The scent of his musk was a unique scent, one that was defiantly masculine but that had some sort of a sweet undertone to it, much like the man himself. “Did you enjoy that temptress?” He asks, having misses the last statement and not releasing that it was once again Winry that he was talking to. He brushes a long silken lock behind her ear with one hand. “I…..I had never done anything like that before…I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Even having shown that he was more than capable of seizing control when he had to, still he worried about the pleasure and wellbeing of his partner., going so far as to completely relax in his partner’s presence. He truly was a sweet Innocent even when he fucking her mouth like she was a bitch in heat.
 
Her eyes went back to the calm and soothing yellow they were when he met her. She shook her head and then noticed a jingle sound coming from her neck. She looked up at him out of breath and panting. She growled silently and then pulled the leash out of his hand. Holding it up to his face so he could see it clearly she protested.
“Why is MY leash around me and not you?!” She questioned. She was poised to get up but her body was weak after that orgasm that Temptress had. Her knees buckled in front of her company. She blushed and tried to hide it, but not very well. “You... need to be punished Innocent. You came without me giving you permission to do so, now look at the mess you made, and in my mouth no less…” She said trying to save face. Looking him in the eye she wiped her mouth as she tried to swallow the liquid, to no avail. Swallowing it in doses she winced, she hated the taste of cum, but Temptress, she loved it. Winry would rather wear it than taste it. It was hot, sticky and thick, but his musk, that smell in the air was something she could get used to. It was an aroma like no other, it was manly yet sweet. A cross between a sugary spice that she could not name at the time. Once she got herself together she pointed at the collar as an indentation to him to remove it.
 
The shift in her eyes was uncanny, from the burning and unrestrained molten gold of the Temptress to the dominating, predatory eyes of Winry. As he thought about it, though, Gerald decided that they really more like two sides of the same coin. Almost polar opposites, but still similar in how they relentless strived for what they wanted. The more he got to know her the more intriguing he found himself with the dangerous, sexy woman. When she demands that he removes her collar, he flashes the briefest of smiles, that mischievous look returning to his face as he considers not removing the collar for the a split second. However, he did not have it in him to force a collar on someone who did not want it, he was more than willing to dominate the willing flesh of Temptress, but he could not do it to someone who didn’t want to. “Forgive me, Miss Seduction, but the other you was rather insistent about how things went. Even like that you are very good at get what you want, even when what you want is to be…..treated like that.” He removes the collar as she asked; looking over her throat to make sure she is alright. “I shall try to be gentler next time.” His black diamond eyes meet hers, showing a caring for her well-being, and dancing with delight. “I take it that you have different tastes in how these things go down then does Temptress?” He is very close to her, his muscles relaxed and his breathing coming at its normal rate, once more showing off his impressive stamina.
 
An eyebrow rose as she looked on in confusion. She sighed finally understanding what he meant and feeling relief now that the collar was not on her now bruised neck anymore. She looked at him, those dark orbs of his hiding something. It was like he enjoyed it. Like he didn’t want to take the collar off nor did he want to leave it on. That damned smile he flashed her made her blush and for a minute smile.
“She… has different tastes than I do. And she has no right to take over my body when and where she wants to.” She growled raising a fist in the air. Once her muscles relaxed she noticed that he was oddly close to her, this made her back away for a minute but once she realized that she was being intimidated she quickly changed and came forward. “You enjoyed that did you not Innocent? Well now, I guess it’s your turn…” She said backing him up till he was leaning on the counter island in the middle of the kitchen. She snatched, yes snatched the collar from his hand and quickly snapped it on his neck. “Now what I want you do to is worship me…” Locking eyes with him she hopped on the counter, legs spread so he can see all of her shaved glory.
“You have a sharp tongue for someone who’s so nice Innocent. Now… lets see what that muscle can do. I want you to eat it like it’s your last meal… I want to hear how good it is so there better be loud sucking and slurping. Oh! Be forewarned, I am a squirter so things might get messy… and if they do don’t waste a single drop on my floor, or else I’ll make you lap it up with your tongue.”
 
The collar was super tight around his neck, the material tightly clutching around his flesh as she quickly snaps it in. The sound had a certain foreboding noise to it, a ringing finality to it that made him think that the collar was going to stay on his neck until she decided it could come off….and he had a feeling that would happen at her pleasure, and not when he asked. He could not deny that held a certain excitement to it, and he could already feel his blood pumping though his body as she commands him to worship her, the leash held in her hand in a way that said she was used to command and dominance. “It’s nice to have you back, Winry….or should I call you mistress now?” That smile stays on his face as he lowers his head between her thighs. He begins to suck and lick at her sex, moaning and slurping as his tongue pleasures her with an earnest enthusiasm. Her taste is sweet on his tongue, like nothing he had ever before tasted, and he loved every second of it. He did not know what other toys she would use or other services he would be called upon to preform, but for the moment as long as he can taste more of her flesh and her juices he didn’t care. He buries his face in her pussy, his nose poking into it as he tries his hardest to catch every drop. Of course, he was only human and a few drops escape to the floor, meaning he will be forced to clean it up and perhaps to endure other punishments as well. A moan tinged with only the slightest bit of worry escapes his lips, but that worry is overwhelmed with desire and excitement at his current position.
 
“Eager are we Innocent…” Her breath is taken away by his skill. Not only was that tongue witty it also held the power to make her moan. Her toes curled up as a shiver glides down her spine. A couple of squeaks and pants and whimpers later and she cums, he catches most of it but alas it falls to the floor. She debated many times on stopping him in the middle of what he was doing and make him lick it up, after all the floor was clean, her butler cleaned it every night before he left and she rarely if ever used the kitchen for anything other than Johnny Walker.
His tongue was like a snake searching for shelter from the rain and no matter what it stayed raining. Over and over back and forth he made her cum. It was to the point where she could no longer hold her legs up on her own and she began slipping off the counter top. She grabbed her legs in a futile attempt to get them to stop shaking or at least keep the holding her up. She grabbed his head with one hand and tried to yank on the leash with the other. She was in so much ecstasy that she could barely keep her dominating composure.
“Now pick me up and carry me upstairs to the bedroom… a much more subtle approach is needed if you’re that good with your mouth. Take the collar off…” She stopped and then reached in the drawer and pulled out a cock ring. “If you’re as talented with your dick as you are with your mouth I am going to need to keep you Innocent. Now hurry I want this to last at until the sun rises.”
 
Strong, powerful arms lift Winery up off the ground, holding her close to a chiseled and comforting chest. It was only fitting that one such as her would be carried to her destination, after all what was the point of having someone with all those muscles if you didn’t use them? With his trademark smile on his face, Gerald whispers in her ear as he carries her up. “If it is all the same to you, Mistress, I think I would prefer to keep the collar on. It’s a good mood setter, don’t you think?” He accepts the cock ring from her with a slight blush. They were now defiantly going beyond anything Gerald had ever done before, but he was well versed enough to know what the ring was and what it was for. He has a little trouble slipping it over his massive and now once again erect cock, letting out a grunt as it tightly fits around it, cutting off blood flow and making him ready to please Winry all night. His dick throbs with need and desire as it laid out bare for Winry. “Fits very snuggly, doesn’t it?” he comments, the slight discomfort of the cock ring just making the pleasure that is about to come seem all the greater. He had had other women before Winry, but nothing like this. Her demeanor, her skill, her body, her eyes, her wit…everything combined together to create something greater than the sum of its parts. It drove Gerald forward to be all that he could be, to make the woman before him smirk and moan. “Do you want my collared cock inside of you, Mistress?” his own smiles grow a little…naughtier. “Come and take it then, why don’t you show me how you play rough?”
 
Her eyes were earnest; sincere the truth was she had never had company like this. It was nice to have someone with her to keep her company at least for tonight. Her work was her only friend so watching the excitement on her partner’s face was something that she enjoyed. When he mentioned about keeping the collar on she nodded not objecting. If he wanted to fuck her like a dog then she would allow it. She saw his expression as he was handed the cock ring. It was obvious that he had never done anything like this before and she was determined to take him to new heights. Allowing him to lift her up was one thing but then being carried to the bedroom, which was another, he was displaying his strength and she was letting him have his moment of glory for soon she would have hers. She’d do what she did best. Passion. She looked at the cock ring and the collar; she could not help but to get wetter when he got hard again. He had stamina and it was impressive, by now most men would want to rest but not him. She then commented on his looks. “It fits fine. I like the look on you… now let’s have some fun.” She pushed him down on her California King Canopy bed, the drapes moving out the way because of the wind. The balcony was already open so that the moonlight could be seen, and it was oddly big tonight, there was no light except for the moon.

She straddled him getting on top and then placing baby kisses all over his body all the while grinding her cunt up and down his hard shaft so he could feel how wet she was. His dick wasn’t inside her yet, no that would be too soon, she’d rather tease him first. At least until she felt how hard it was, until she felt how it begged to be inside her. She bit her lip, she had to keep teasing him but alas she was torturing herself by not giving in. She bit his neck, kissed his chest, moaned in his ear. She sat up and the grabbed the leash and pulled, this caused him to lean forward and meet her eye to eye. “Now watch as you go inside me.” She slipped him inside her, he was thick, he was big, he was filling her up. She gasped as she closed her eyes. “There…” She moved slowly at first working up a rhythm, gushing and squishing sounds could be heard along with her moaning. She kissed him deeply, passionately; this went from fucking to seemingly making love. It was different for her somehow.
 
No other experience of Gerald’s life could compare to what he was feeling now. His cock, throbbing and tightly ringed, slides into her sleek and tight womanhood. His powerful lower body begins to move and thrust, slowly growing in speed as he falls in sync with Winry’s motions. His arms go gently to her back, holding her firm as they made love. He wasn’t some selfish prick who was going for his own pleasure, quickly using her hole to get off and not satisfying her. Far more then speed he goes for strength and endurance, slowly working so that she can feel pleasure in every single inch of her body. His tongue slowly duels with her, moving into her mouth and tasting every corner before being pushed back into his mouth by her strong and dominate muscle only to repeat the process all over again. Deep, strong, masculine moans and grunts go from his mouth into hers as he works her slowly towards climax. He wants her to feel the pleasure of someone who sees her more as someone to fulfill a kink or as a piece of flesh to be fucked. He opens his dark, gem stone eyes to look into hers. His deep dark pools show a fantastic amount of lust, but there is something else as well, a caring that is odd for a man to show to someone so soon. He breaks the kiss and smiles at her, bring the pace up a notch as he thrusts into her again and again. “Are you getting close, Mistress Seduction? Maybe it might help you get a little closer if I go like this.” He gives a massive thrust that makes her breasts bounce with the force, driving his collared cock fully into her sex. He keeps up the new pace, slamming with great force as pleasure builds up, determined to bring her to the best orgasm she has ever had in her entire life.
 
She squirted on his pelvic area. Her legs trembled. Winry marveled at him. She was still in disbelief. The way he touched her, the way he held her and the way he caressed her it all felt like a dream that she didn’t wanna wake up from. Her moans became cries of joy. Soon tears formed in her eyes, not because he was hurting her but because she had never had it this way. She was loved in every sense of the word and she held onto him like he was her last breath of air. This made her kiss him with more passion than ever. Wrapping her legs around him she took every inch of him into her that she could. The wetter she got the better he could go in. She didn’t want this to end as she clawed his back, leaving marks of passion and lust saying to any other that she was here and she was here to stay.

“I want you to stay with me, in my arms. Stay my by side I don’t want you to go. You can’t go. Because if you do then a part of me leaves as well… and I can’t be alone again, I don’t want to be alone again, I can’t operate by myself. Waking up alone… getting dressed alone, eating alone and even with all this money and power at the end of the day there is no one there but me.” She stopped talking and was in the middle of an orgasm. Her emotions were all over the place, and she was only focused at this time on him. She could not comprehend this emotion and she was scared. All she knew was that tonight she wanted to be in his arms and no one else’s would do.
 
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