“You'll never please me,” she said, surprised that she had managed to get that line out as confidently as she had. She grabbed onto his cock, holding it like she had in the dream. She didn't squeeze quite as hard as the dream Tracy had, but she was firm. He began to thrust into her hand, but she didn't do anything resembling a hand job to him.
“What do you want?” she asked once more.
“Oh God Tracy, I want to fuck you. I want to please you. I'll do anything. Tell me what it is and I'll do it. Just let me do it.”
She let go of his dick, and climbed on top of him, straddling him. His cock thrust in the air, questing, trying to get to her still clothed pussy. Occasionally it would brush against her panties, and she wanted to gasp, but she knew she had to remain in control. With her hands on his chest, she said, “That's not what you want. I know what you want, and it's not for you to take over from here.” She paused for effect, then,
“What do you want?”
“I want you to take control,” he said, shifting back and forth. His dick felt ready to explode from how hard it was behind her pussy and ass.
“You want me to take control of...what?” she said, leading him to what she wanted him to say.
“I want you to take control of me!” he yelled.
“Good,” she said, her pussy leaning up against his cock. Only that last little bit of fabric was stopping him. She could have sex with him now, get plowed for her own release, and it might still fit with her plan. No...
She got up. He writhed on the bed, half in ecstasy, half in agony. She walked over to where she had taken off her waitress pants and pulled a paper out of the pocket.
“You said the other day that you could help me with my medical bills,” she said, completely business-like.
He looked shocked, “You want to talk about this now!? Trust me, we can take care of this later.”
She ignored him. “You mentioned some friends with the Chamber of Commerce and other doctor friends. I don't care how you take care of this, but you're going to take care of it.”
He smiled. “Yes, yes, the bill will be paid. If that's what you want, if that's your price, you've got it. Money is no object. Now, can you come back into bed.”
She continued, “When this is taken care of, you'll come to the restaurant again. Then...” she ran her fingers through her hair, like she was getting turned on. “Well, then you'll see how I treat people who begin to please me.”
He was in shock. “I'll call them right now, just untie me. Please!”
“One last thing,” she said. “If you ever...” she paused again, and took a deep breath in. “EVER... want some of this, you won't make me ask twice.” She set the paper down on the foot of the bed, and walked back to her clothes.
“What are you doing? Untie me! Please!” he cried out. She ignored him, putting her pants on, then her shirt. All the time, he cried out and thrashed against his bonds. “Please! I want you to take control of me! I'll give you anything you want! I'll give you the cash right now for that medical bill.” That last one was tempting, but she felt like he could still fuck her, physically and monetarily, if she gave him what he wanted right now.
When she was finished dressing, she walked back up to the foot of the bed. Her eyes fixated on his dick, she touched her pussy through her dress pants. “I am so wet just thinking about how our next encounter is going to go, and how you're going to please me.” Her eyes wandered up to his chest, to his face, and their eyes locked. As had happened last week, a blinding light seemed to come from behind her eyes, and she once again was dizzy. This time, she managed to turn the wince into what looked like a pleasurable hiss. She knew she'd be sharing his dreams again tonight.
She again turned and walked away from him, and out the door. “I'll let the butler know about you on my way out.” She heard his yells all the way down the hall, and down into the living room. The butler was awake, reading a newspaper. He was obviously used to having to drive women home after their late-night trysts with the master of the house, and she smiled and asked him for a ride. She had him drop her off at a friend's house that didn't live anywhere near her, in case he decided to track her down.
A couple of blocks away from the end of the trip, she started to tell the butler about how Mr. Hayes was still tied up on the bed. He laughed and thanked her for telling him, and said he'd take care of it. Tracy's friend was glad to take her in for the evening. As Tracy settled into the couch, she reflected on the evening. She was exhausted, but she knew that she was going to have at least one good dream...
Tracy's got the upper hand now, but will she keep it? What is her end goal, and will she be able to get there while resisting the billionaire's charm? Read the rest of the story in "The Woman of the Billionaire's Dreams"...