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“How long can I stay?” Syril asked.
As he did so, he sat his suitcase down. He was standing in Dedra’s apartment after just arriving from Ghorman, and from the looks of things, he had intended to make himself comfortable.
“An hour,” Dedra replied.
“Are you kidding?” Syril asked, appearing to be somewhat shocked.
Dedra looked Syril over. At times he seemed unaware of the gravity of the situation in which he was involved. True, there was much she was keeping from him. Only a select few knew the totality of the operations on Ghorman. However, despite that, Syril still knew enough that he should have understood the need for caution when it came to all interactions. The importance of the directives of the Empire were greater then any one individual. Or any one relationship. Sometimes Syril seemed oblivious to this.
“Do you think they are really watching Eedy’s apartment?” he asked.
“No,” Dedra responded. “But we’ve put too much in now, to have it go wrong for something so small.”
Syril was silent for a moment. He seemed to see the logic in this.
Then he noted, “An hour.” There was a look in his eye that was suddenly slightly confident and self assured. It was not a look Dedra saw often. It was so rare, that Dedra could not bring herself to turn him away. In truth…she liked those moments of self assuredness from Syril.
The look in his eyes was so intense, that now it was Dedra’s turn to feel slightly uncertain. She knew he needed to go. But…she wanted him to stay.
“Turn out the lights,” Dedra said.
“I can’t believe you had me followed,” was Syril’s reply. There was a tone in his voice, as if he was slightly chastising her.
“Turn out the lights,” Dedra said again, more firmly, as if to remind Syril who was really in charge. Dedra was not just in charge of this moment, but all moments. It was always important Syril remember that.
The firmness in her tone seemed to remind Syril of the reward she was about to grant him. It was a reward he should be thankful for, and a reward she could easily take away.
Syril approached the light switch, constantly looking back at Dedra as he did so. It was as if, after hearing the tone in her voice, he was afraid that if he took his eyes of her too long she may change her mind.
He turned the lights off and the room snapped into darkness. They might as well have been in another world at this moment. In the faint illumination that pierced the room, they were now silhouettes. But even in the darkness Dedra knew that Syril still had his eyes on her. He was still hoping she did not change her mind and that this moment would not end.
Slowly she saw his silhouette moving towards her.
Dedra stood still as a statue. Let him move towards her, she thought. Let him move like a moth towards a flame. Or like a creature slowly moving along her spider web, about to become entangled in her power.
Syril was in front of her now. He was hesitant and unsure. He was the same Syril she knew so well.
He reached for her, gently touching her arm. Dedra still stood firmly. Let him come to her to worship at her feet. To bask in this gift of herself that he was about to receive.
She heard Syril’s breath start to quicken as he touched her and he understood that she would not slap his hand away. His hand moved slowly up her arm. Then it was on her shoulder. He leaned forward and she felt his kiss at her neck.
“Did I do good?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She decided she would grant him with a compliment.
“Yes. You did good.”
“Are you pleased?”
Dedra reached forward, and grabbed the large bulge in his pants. He gasped. She could feel him instantly grow harder at her touch.
“Yes, I am pleased. You did very good.”
Syril’s breath was excited. He reached for her breasts. She let him. As he touched her breasts he was practically moaning at his opportunity to play with her body.
Dedra could feel her own heart begin to beat faster. Sometimes she wondered if it was her rank with the ISB that excited Syril the most. In truth she liked the way Syril’s constant acquiescence to her was a reminder her of her power and all she could achieve. Despite how they had met that one time he had saved her, she felt the need to always remind him and herself that she was in control.
Control…control was everything in the galaxy.
And Dedra chose to exert this control right now. She moved Syril back, and then with strength pushed him back onto the bed.
Dedra knelt at the edge of the bed. She opened his pants, and pulled Syril’s dick out. He was hard, and thick. The moment she touched him he moaned. The moment she put her mouth on him…he whimpered.
And she began to suck…and suck…and suck.
The sounds Syril was making let Dedra know jut how good she was doing it. He reached down to stroke her head but Dedra quickly pushed his hands away. She began to slap his hard meat against her face. She could feel the wetness of her own saliva that was on his dick now against face. She stroked his cock and then kissed and sucked it again.
She would reward him, she thought. She would reward her good, gentle, little Syril. She would reward him with her pussy, and with fucking him so good.
Dedra tore her clothes off. She then ripped Syril’s pants off and started to climb on top of him. She grabbed his hard cock and slid it into her. She was already soaking wet. She pulled him up by his shoulders and peeled his shirt off.
She pushed him back down and began ridding him.
“You like that?” she asked as she rode him.
“Yes,” he moaned.
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you,” he responded.
“Say thank you,” she demanded again.
“Thank you!” He practically cried out.
“You did good,” she said.
“I did good?”
“Yes, baby. You did very good.”
“I was a good boy?”
“Yes. You were a very good boy.”
“Thank you mommy, thank you,” Syril moaned.
The words, shocked Dedra.
To hear Syril say that…at this moment shocked her. But they also had another affect. They also made Dedra’s pussy clench on Syril’s dick. Clench hard. And she felt her pussy begin to soak even more.
Syril moaned a little from the sensation. However, he had shocked himself by what he had said. He began to stop from his embarrassment, and attempt to move away.
But for Dedra…the moment…this moment was too perfect. Suddenly nothing else in the Galaxy seemed to matter. It was just her…and this very naughty boy Syril.
Syril was still trying to pull away due to his embarrassment.
But Dedra would not let him. For her…this was a new moment of control for her, to know how much of a naughty little boy he really was.
She leaned forward and held him down by his hands.
And she fucked him harder.
“You were a very good boy,” she said. “You were a very good boy.” And then after a moment Dedra said, “Mommy is very proud of you.” Dedra ground her wet pussy onto Syril’s dick as she said this. She could feel herself soaking him.
He was moaning louder then she had ever heard him moan before. Dedra loved it.
She kept going.
“You made mommy very happy,” Dedra said. “You’re a good boy.”
Syril was now panting. “Thank you,” he said.
Dedra continued to grind into him.
“Say thank you, mommy,” Dedra said.
Syril moaned louder. “Thank you” he said. It was practically a whimper.
“I said…say thank you, ‘mommy!’” Dedra demanded.
“Thank you, mommy,” Syril cried out.
Dedra, still grinding on him began to kiss him passionately as she still held him down by the hands. She could feel his moaning as she had her tongue in his mouth.
“Your a good boy,” she said when she had stopped kissing him. “You’re a very good boy. You make mommy very proud. You do so good for mommy. You like that?”
“Yes mommy.”
“You like being mommy’s good little boy.”
“Yes.”
Dedra sat back up as she continued riding him. But this time she pulled him with her.
“Suck mommy’s tit," she said.
Syril sucked Dedra’s tits with hunger.
“Good boy,” she said. “Suck mommy’s tits like a good little boy. Just like you always did. Just like you always used to. Just like you always want to. You always want to be mommy’s good little boy.”
Syril was sucking and nibbling her nipples, going from tit to tit. In his enthusiasm he was biting them on occasion, but the sensation, the pain, excited Dedra more due the the place of hunger and heat it came from.
She pushed Syril down again, still riding him.
“Are you gonna be a good boy?” She asked as he lay there. “Are you gonna be a good boy for mommy?”
“Yes, mommy!”
“Then eat mommy’s pussy,” Dedra said.
She moved up Syril’s body till she was sitting on his face.
She ground her pussy into his face.
“Eat it. Eat it good for mommy. Suck mommy’s pussy.”
Syril listened. Syril obeyed. Syril did not disappoint.
As Dedra was grinding her pussy into his face, Syril licked it. She could feel his tongue inside her at times, trying to get deeper and deeper into her.
“Suck mommy, baby. Suck mommy’s pussy.”
And then…suddenly it happened.
Syril was completely overtaken by a madness.
With a strength she did not know he was capable of Syril lifted Dedra off of him. Now it was his turn to throw her on the bed. The instant he did that he buried his face in her pussy. He licked and sucked and slurped. Dedra could hear him sucking her pussy lips. And then…her clit. He sucked her clit and it felt so good. Now it was Dedra’s turn to cry out. Despite herself, Dedra was crying out. Because the pleasure…the pleasure….
Syril looked up from devouring her pussy. “You like that mommy.” he said. However, his tone…his voice was firm. It had a control and intensity to it she had never heard from him before. And he was not really asking her a question. It was as if he was telling Dedra, she liked it. Because now…suddenly…Syril was very much in control .
He went back down and he sucked her clit…she felt his tongue at the tip of it…and he was moving his tongue quickly back and forth as he sucked her clit….the sensation…the sensation…it felt…it was driving Dedra wild….everywhere…all over he body…her body was going wild…and suddenly she screamed out….half telling him to stop because the pleasure was more then she can handle…and half screaming out…because the madness of the pleasure had sent her over the edge.
Her body was wracked by a huge orgasm. Her abs were spasming, her legs beginning to twitch. And in that moment…she lost all control of her body. She lost control off her legs. Her muscles were not her own any more. She even lost control of her mind in the intense pleasure of her orgasm. Syril was in control. He was completely in control of her mind…and body. The ecstasy of the moment was a knew level of perfection. Dedra was his subject, completely under his dominion.
And he did not show mercy.
With this new strength, Syril practically lifted her into the air and rolled her over, pushing her down onto her knees on the bed. Dedra still did not have control of her legs. Syril did not care. In the madness of his wild heat, he was practically holding her up by her waist. And he was fucking her. He was fucking her so hard. So good.
Dedra did not know if she was speaking, or moaning, crying from the pleasure, but whatever she was doing it sent Syril more into a frenzy and he fucked her harder…and harder…and harder….
Till again another orgasm washed over her. Syril released her hips and Dedra completely collapsed onto her stomach on the bed. But still Syril did not stop. He fucked her like a madman. In the distance through her sobs of pleasure she could hear him shouting, ”You like that mommy…you like that!”
And then he was cumming. Dedra heard him crying out. And she felt the warmth of his cum hitting all along her back and ass.
He collapsed next to her on the bed.
Dedra lay unmoving. She was still too exhausted to even turn her head to him.
As Dedra lay there still panting, with this man…this wonderful man lying beside her she realized she was flawed. As was Syril. They both had their fears and issues.
But in this moment, they were perfect for each other.