Wanna Bet on It?
written by:
MSaintC

Greetings, dear reader. A friend of mine, an amateur writer like myself, recently proposed a challenge. She and I had traded erotic fiction in the past, and she's a big fan of this site. (I don't know if she submits stories here or not.) She challenged me to write one story for each category. The conditions were that I could not use the same characters/scenarios more than twice, and each story had to be a complete work in it's own right. So I hope you enjoy them. Feedback is always welcome, public or private (and hopefully positive ^.^)

This is my 13th submission. I hope you enjoy it.

Before I get into this, keep in mind that Domination isn't really my thing. If you're into the hardcore, I mean real hardcore, this story probably isn't for you.

Sorry. ; ;

Challenge #13: Male Domination

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"Boo-yah, suck on it bitch!"

The noises coming through the headset were a mixture of groans (from the losing team), and cheers slash taunts (from the winning team). Though the 'suck on it bitch' was the most audible of these noises, it was the only one from a female. The female in question was an unusual one. She was the product of an all male household, her mother left the family when she was still a child to be with another man. So it was her, her father, and her four brothers. Needless to say, her life was not one of dolls and dresses, but fake guns and footballs. That spurred a love of video games, and that is how we got here now.

"Oh ho quit crying you losers!"

This was in response to one of the other team making a comment about luck. She hit a button on the controller, and was out of the match. She backed out of the multiple menus and ended up on her welcome screen.

"Done playing, Z?"

The voice that was still in her headset was Sam, her downstairs neighbor. He was always connected to her with person to person voice chat. He was her best friend, and the only person who ever really understood her as a person. Most men who saw her just thought she was the ideal girl. Her name was Zeta, the last gift from her mother being that name based on the love of actress Catherine Zeta Jones. But when her mom left at the age of 5 she demanded to have it changed, and days before school her name became Zelda, after the popular video game character, and it has been that way ever since. Now, at twenty two, she was a hardcore gamer.

She was also, stunning.

She filled out nicely, ending at a lean 5'10" with a killer toned body, gained from time spent at the gym. Her brothers spent weekends playing football, and she tagged along, learning to love sports, both in real and virtual form. She was also highly competitive, and kept herself in shape so she could play hard and win. She was lean, muscled in the right spots, with long shapely legs and a tight rear end, perfectly complimented by a pair of 34Cs. She was hot, sexually active to the point of nymphomania, and was comfortable sitting around playing sports and video games. What was not to love? It wasn't her intimidating good looks or high sex drive that drove men away, it was the fact that she was better than them at most things, and she would let you know it... a lot.

"Yea, I think I'm done for tonight, winning by forty kills is enough."

"You were amazing, Z. I mean.. 3 seperate twenty something kill streaks? Unreal."

She smiled to herself, plopping her lithe frame on the couch. Sam was her best friend for more than a few reasons. He always knew the right things to say, to either stroke her ego or to keep her competitive juices flowing. He was encouraging when he needed to be, flattering when called upon, and never backed down or got tired of the endless competition. And he was always trying to be better, that was what she loved the most. Most men would become frustrated at the game, but never Sam. He was one of the few people she cared for and trusted. He wasn't an impressive man. He was short for a guy, barely as tall as she was, and he had a gut obtained from eating unhealthy gamer food and sitting on his rump. He didn't shave as often as he should, and he was balding prematurely, but it didn't matter to Zelda. He was just good old reliable Sammy.

"You held your own pretty good there, couldn't have done it alone." She said. Zelda may have an ego, but she could admit when someone held their own or had her number, rare as it was.

"I try. So, off to sleep?"

Zelda mulled it over, stretching on the couch. She kicked her sandals off her feet, and they sailed through the air and landed by the front door, a practiced motion. She stretched her toes, wiggling the little digits. Her eyes moved up her legs, looking at her athletic shorts, with the straps of the panties peeking out over her hip bones. Her tank top was white, and left two inches of her flat stomach exposed. Her breasts stood firm on her chest, without the aid of a bra, and her nipples poked out the thin white fabric of her top. She was suddenly aware of how hot she was.

"I think it's bed time, G'night Sammy."

"Night Zelda."

He disconnected their chat, and she tossed her headset on the coffee table. Zelda arched her back, stretching again, her hand seemingly on it's own accord drifting between her thighs. She lazily rubbed her moist lips through her shorts. She needed to get fucked. No, that was a bit of a misnomer, she just needed to get off. She didn't really care if a man was plugging her or not, but they certainly did help. She had her trusty cell phone in her hand, and was skimming through the contact list. She had almost a dozen men she knew she could call at any hour for sex. But she had no desire to see any of them. Chase was a little clingy, always wanting to spend the night. Darren, on the other hand, always came too quick and then was out the door without so much as a thank you. Honestly the only reason Zelda figured she still called him was because he had a ten incher, ready to go. The others were all just random men. She continued to scroll through them as her hand slipped inside her panties to massage her burning clit. She started masturbating, shifting her cells focus to the pictures she'd been sent. She had a picture of nearly ever dick that had ever been inside her, and she scrolled through them as a finger slipped inside her cleft. Her breath became short intakes of air as she fingered her tight hole, scrolling through the various cocks that had penetrated it. She felt her muscles tighten as she was about to cum, and stopped at one picture. She had a fleeting missing memory as to who's dick it was when her orgasm burst, her juice flooded over her fingers. She idly cleaned them with her tongue, as she concentrated on the dick in the picture. Wait.. she knew that number. Then it hit her.. It was Sam's cock. One late and horny night they had been playing Co-op in one game or another, and she dared him to text her his cock, and he'd done so. She hadn't thought much about it until now. He had a nice solid six and a half inches or so, what Zelda thought to be perfect. She momentarily wondered what had made him hard before he took the picture, but decided it wasn't much important, and went to sleep.

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Next Day

Zelda went to work as she always did. She was technically a manager at the small grocery store, but rarely was there anything that needed managing. So, she did what needed to be done, sweeping, carriage returns, even check out or bagging if needed. She was in the midst of stocking a shelf when her phone buzzed inside her pocket. It was a reminder from Sam that some crew or another had challenged her team to a death match in Gears of War 3. And it was scheduled for tonight. Sam was asking her what time she got off work so they could get some practice in for their teamwork.

"Interesting choice of words there Sammy.." She said, a smile forming on her lips.

Sam asking her when she "got off" reminded her of her orgasm from the night before. It had been powerful, but something about it seemed more carnal, more lusty than normal. The something was the picture of Sam's dick that she had been looking at when it burst from her. It was definitely the only time she'd ever seen it, and it was also the only cock in her phone that had never been inside her. Nothing about that was strange until last night, and she had to wonder why all of a sudden she felt the sudden heat when she saw what he'd texted. Why she suddenly felt very flustered and about to start sweating. But she put it off in the back of her mind. She replied to the text that she would be home by about five, and they could start right away. She warned him to have all his fluids dispensed, his food made and eaten, and everything else he could possibly need taken care of beforehand, as it would be a hard training session. The thought of everything be taken care of before"hand" and a "hard" session suddenly filled her mind with the thought of Sam sitting in his gamer seat, stroking his cock. She giggled at the thought. Sam was silly, but he'd never do that. He couldn't risk staining the seat.

The rest of her work day was uneventful. She called a pizza place a block down the road twenty minutes before her shift was over, and her food was ready when she arrived. They knew her name, her face, and what she liked without even having to say it anymore. But tonight wasn't the night to sit in the cramped store and chit chat. No, they had games to win.

The other crew who had issued this challenge was fronted by a man named, of all things, Graff. He'd been vocal about his teams dominance, but not to the point of blatant disrespect. Zelda had to give him credit for that. They acknowledged her team was good, but they were simply better is all. No need to insult anyone. Her team was herself, Sammy, and two other friends, Dexter and Brad. All four were capable players, but together, they had so far been unstoppable. There was simply not a weak link on the team. Zelda was sure Sam would have all sorts of scouting reports of the other team from other players comments and videos on youtube, but Zelda preferred to play it by instinct. Where was the challenge if you knew what they were going to do? What she didn't know was that the best thing to come out of this would be a different challenge altogether.

=================== That Night

"They picked the map I hate the frickin most..." Zelda griped, seeing the other teams choice of map for the battle.

"We should be able to cover it Z. Dex and I excel on this map."

"I know, it's just a pain in my ass is all."

Dex and Brad were online, but not connected to their group chat. So for the time it was just her and Sam. And when she's alone with Sam, she can't resist teasing him.

"I bet I still outscore you Sammy." She taunted.

"Care to put something down on that?" Was his reply. Code for staking a personal bet between the two of them. The results of the match would not matter for this bet, simply how well each of them did.

"The usual?" She said, meaning the winner would buy the loser dinner the next night.

"Sounds good to me.."

Something inside Zelda's brain clicked, and she had spoken the next line before she could stop herself. The image of Sam in his chair leaping right back to the front again. "Actually, if I win.. you have to let me watch you jerk off.."

There was a long silence. ".....Come again, Z?"

"You have to sit in front of me, stroke your cock, and cum.." She couldn't believe she was saying it, even as it was true.

"...ooo...kay... and if I win?" He didn't sound like he believed her, and she was almost glad for that. She had the sudden urge to see it, but if he backed out, she would claim to be joking. It was a win win.

"You can make me do anything you want..."

"Anything?"

"Anything... well short of like hurting myself or giving you any of my stuff."

"...It's a deal then."

Then Dex and Brad were connected to the chat, and the matter was shoved into the background. For now...

================ Game Over

"And again, we reign supreme!" Zelda accompanied this by throwing her arms up in the air with her mouth wide open. A gesture that would have looked absurd to an outsider.

"I would like to congratulate you, your reputation is well earned." Came the voice of Graff, being very courteous for the losing side. His team had been undefeated in match play as well, and a lot of bragging rights rode on this game.

"Thank you. I just want you to know that any taunts or jeers after this match are all in jest, just a part of the game, nothing personal."

"I understand, and you could expect the same behavior from me if we had won. You earned this win, I hope we can match up again."

"Anytime you want, just let us know."

He said a cursory goodbye, and left the room, as did his team. Sam and Zelda said a goodbye to Dex and Brad and then they were alone again.

"That.. was intense.." She could hear Sam's tension ebb away as he spoke, relaxing for the first time since the game began.

"Tell me about it. Looks like that practice paid off, Sammy."

"Definitely. I... uhh.. I can't look at the scores.. so you're gonna have to tell me who won the bet..."

She could hear the nervousness in his voice. She wanted to laugh at him, call him a name, only teasingly of course, for being silly. She opened the scoreboard.

Sam 52 kills / 31 deaths Zelda 50 kills / 34 deaths

She was stunned. No matter how she looked at it, he won. More kills, less deaths, and since he had both, he had a better kill to death ratio. Even in shooting accuracy he had a 2% edge. He had outplayed her, when it mattered the most. But, now what? She knew she could lie, jeer him and get what she wanted. He trusted her, he wouldn't question it. But then what? It would gnaw at her to know that she got what she wanted out of a trusted friend by tricking him. No, she thought, the truth is the best bet.

"You did..."

".....No way."

"Yes, way, Sam.."

There was an intake of breath as he checked the score himself. "Close call..."

"Ya huh... so.. what do you want from me?"

"...I don't know.. really.."

"Pic of my twat?" Seemed only fitting since this started with a pic of his cock, right?

"Do I have to decide right now?"

She thought about saying yes. Make him make a choice when he's not expecting it, and then he will panic and pick something mundane. Give him time to think, and well he could probably set up something ridiculously embarassing. "No.. Sam, but I want an answer tomorrow before noon." That seemed fair to her.

"Alright. I'll uhh... call you tomorrow."

She almost asked him if they were actually done for the night, she still wanted to play. But, he seemed to be off somehow, and she didn't want to press him into being upset over this silly bet. Tomorrow, he'd wake up, bring a camera upstairs and say he wanted a picture of her hot little pussy. She lay back, spread her legs and her lips and let him take it. It was Sammy, she trusted him completely to never hurt or abandon her.

"Night Sam."

"Night Z."

Then he was gone. Zelda played in random matches for about a half hour, and then realized the intensity of the match took more out of her than she thought. And said to hell with it and went to bed.

===================== Next Morning

Zelda woke up, stretched, and took a shower. As she peeled out of her night clothes she realized two things. One, that her nipples were stiff and senstive and seemed to send chills down her back when exposed to the air. The other was that the crotch of her panties were wet.. very wet. It wasn't the first time she'd woken up desperately horny. But it was the first time when it seemed to concern Sam. She lounged around for the morning, expecting a call from Sam. The longer it went on, the more frustrated she became with him, and inversely, the wetter and hotter she felt. At 11:58 her phone rang. Sam was cutting it close.

"Made a decision yet?" She said, checking her nails as if she hadn't a care in the world, expecting the next words out of his mouth to contain the words pic and pussy. She almost dropped the phone when he did speak.

"I want your full and utmost obedience for the next twelve hours..."

"Get the fuck out of here..."

"You made the bet Zelda."

"Yea, for anything.. not to be your slave..."

"Servitude is a thing, I'm not asking you to become my slave forever. Just until midnight. You know I'd never actually do anything to hurt you.. so what's the harm?"

He actually made sense. Sam was so gentle that you'd think an egg would break him. What's the worst that could happen? They'd have a ton of sex, at least as much as he could squeeze in.. and even thinking about that now only seemed to fuel the fire in her crotch. So, yea.. what is the harm?

"Ok.. what do you want me to do first?"

"Sit tight... can I come up?"

She almost giggled out loud. Here he was demanding her servitude, and yet asking if he could come up. "Yes, I'll unlock the door."

"Be there in a minute." Then he hung up.

Zelda's door was already unlocked, so she didn't feel the need to do anything except sit there. The longer it went on, the hotter her fire became. She'd dressed in a white Halo 2 t-shirt that she loved and considered lucky, and jeans. She'd decided on not wearing underwear, to give herself easier access for the picture she was certain Sam would ask for. It still amazed her that she had agreed to this. She was an independant woman, living on her own and doing what she wanted, and here she was about to give herself over to a man. For no better reason than a bet on a silly game. The door opened and Sam walked in. She watched him walk across the floor, as if he was walking on a tightrope. He was nervous, almost to the point of it being awww cute. He stopped a few feet in front of her. She hadn't realized that she'd taken a seat on her swivel chair and was lounging in it, one leg hung over the side limply, the crotch of her jeans exposed.

"Are.. are you sure you'll go through with this..?" He asked.

She wanted to giggle and hug him. It was just so cute seeing the flushed redness of his cheeks. "Yes.. I made the bet, and now I have to pay for it. Do your worst.. "

"If.. if at any time you wanna stop.. just say so.. "

She waved him off like the thought never crossed her mind. This was Sammy, what's the worst that could happen?

"Stand up.."

Zelda pulled herslf to her feet, slowly, making elaborate gestures to show off her legs and push out her chest. Even going so far as to bat her eyelashes at him. "Yes master.."

Sam's expression wasn't stern, just a little blank. "That's one.. little faster next time I give you a command."

"One what?" was her automatic response.

"Two more for talking back, so thats three.. Take your shirt off."

Zelda still had no idea what this whole deal was about, but she slipped her shirt over her head and let it fall casually to the floor. She'd decided against a bra today, knowing full well that her breasts were firm and perky and it wasn't needed. She didn't know what to do or say, all she could do was stand there and see Sam's eyes take in her chest. Her nipples throbbed, and she had the sudden desire for them to be touched by either herself or Sam, but he didn't move.

"Turn around.." Came the command. She did a whirl in place, facing a window that looked over to the roof of another building. One of the sticking points for her choosing to live here was the fact that no other building in sight was high enough to peep in her window. She felt Sam's breath on her neck as he stepped closer. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are...."

It was a murmur, but it made her blush for a different reason. She was always told she was "hot" and "fuckable" by the gamer guys who saw her, but for the first time, she was feeling like a woman and not just a hot chick. She felt Sam tap the front flap of her jeans.

"Take off your pants and panties.."

She didn't notice herself, but she was moving faster. Something emotional was awakening, more than just physical lust. Her pants were down, and kicked to the side. When she was standing again, she felt Sam's hands roaming her body. Touching her flat stomach, her hips, the small of her back, up to her shoulders. Not the greedy let me touch your naughty parts kind of grabbing, he was caressing her, like he'd imagined this for a long time.

"Am I allowed to talk, Sam?"

"Yes, as long as you do what I say.."

"So.. three what?" She shivered as his hands held her breasts, a surge of pleasure from wishes granted coursed through her body.

"One.... " She cried out as Sam pinched her nipple, hard. Not a painful pinch, but a sweet convulsing pressure. She shuddered, pressing herself against him. She felt his lips trace her nape as both of her nipples were pinched again, in the same manner. "Two.. and Three... It may seem ok now, but the more you disobey, the harder I pinch."

Zelda nodded, whimpering in pleasure. "Anything you say..."

"I'm curious, Zelda.. " Sam gave both breasts a gentle squeeze, holding them in his palms, slowly increasing the pressure. "What made you make this bet?"

"I... I... was just.. sitting one night.." Her voice cracked as she felt the pleasure course through her. None of her men had ever took the time to touch her in this way, just three humps and done so to speak. But Sam was making her feel weak kneed. "And I found the picture you texted me..."

"Oh.. you mean of this.." He shifted his body, still keeping her half in front of him. Her hand was hanging limply at her side, and when her fingertips brushed his exposed cock, they instinctively took hold of Sam's throbbing member. "Did I say you could touch it?"

"N..n..no..." Her hand fell away like it was shocked.

Sam chuckled, kissing the side of her neck and her shoulder while his hands still held her firm globes. Zelda had a great body, Sam knew this from just seeing her as often as he did, but he was sure he'd never touch it. Now, she was his to do with as he pleased for the next eleven hours and 48 minutes. He finally released the hold he had on her bosom, and suddenly she was yearning to be touched there again.

"You can touch it.."

"T..th..thank you.." Her hand grasped the stiff rod, stroking it ever so slowly. The sheer delight of the fact that she was touching it almost made him cum right there, but he managed to reign it in.

"You're welcome..." Suddenly, an idea hit him. He'd basically been doing this all on the fly, even the nipple pinches were a momentary idea. So far, everything seemed to be working great. He grinned at the thought. "You like to talk a lot of trash during games, huh Z?"

"Mhmmmm..."

"Turn around and kneel down.. I want to see how much trash you can talk with a mouthful of cock."

Without a word, she turned and kneeled on the floor, taking his thick cock in both her hands. She stroked it slowly, then her soft pink tongue slowly flickered out, teasing the underside of his head. Zelda was not a virgin cocksucker by any means, but it wasn't something she cared to do with her random phone in fuck sessions. When she called a man for sex, it was about her needs, and her needs never included sucking a mans cock. But as in all things, she was determined to be good at it, and when she was in a committed relationship, rare as it was, she needed and got the practice. She teased him, taking the mushroom cap into her mouth and slowly swirling her tongue around it as her expert gamer fingers teased his shaft.

"Very good, Z..."

She didn't say anything, simply slowly went down far, each second taking more and more of the hard dick into her mouth. She sucked and slurped, her head bobbing back and forth, the flesh coming out wet with saliva. To say her blowjobs were sloppy, was a little bit of an understatement, but Sam didn't mind. He was too busy trying not to blow his load already. He ran fingers through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her wet mouth, her gentle hand as it caressed his balls. She went down as far as she could go, then pulled back, long strings of spittle hanging between her mouth and his cock. She stroked the meat furiously, the movement making little squishing sounds because of all her spit. Sam never wanted it to end, but nor did he want to just suddenly blow a load on her face.

"That's enough for now.. sit down on the chair.." She complied, staring at his cock like it was the only thing in the room. "Lay back, play with your hot pussy for me.."

She lifted a leg and let it drape over the arm of the chair, staring up into Sam's eyes. Licking her fingers of her left hand first, she brought them down to rub her slit. She made small circles at first, her head falling back against the chair with her eyes closed as the first waves of bliss spread over her body. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, her nipples like small stones atop them. Her eyes opened again, her gaze flickering between Sam's face and his cock, still standing proudly and wet with spit.

"People say your online chats can get pretty foul with the language.."

"Mhmmm.."

"Show me some of that.. talk like a slut.."

"Hmmm..." Had any other man said that, she wouldn't have it. But now, she was Sam's. She belonged to him. The fact it was a bet slipped her mind, but the feeling remained the same. "I love to finger fuck my pussy.. sometimes I do it at work..can I finger it now?"

"Yes, Z."

She slipped two fingers deep into her cleft, slowly pushing them in and out. "Thank you.. does this please you? Does fingering my tight pussy make you happy?"

"Oh yes..." Sams hand was subconciously stroking his cock. She picked right up on it.

"You shouldn't..." She was cut off by a sudden wave of pleasure, and she moaned aloud. "Shouldn't have to do that yourself.. I'd be glad to suck your cock while I fingered my hot little hole."

Suddenly, she was leaning forward, her mouth again wrapping itself around his thick meat, but her fingers continued to drive deep into her sopping cunt. Sam didn't know what was going on. Zelda seemed to be losing herself in the bet, trying to please him like a willing slave. He wasn't sure if it would last, or what her reaction would be to it afterwards, but he was going to ride it out. He ran his fingers through her hair, watching as she bobbed up and down on his cock again.

"God Zelda.. it feels too good..."

Her mouth came off his member, as her hand continued to stroke it furiously. "I just want to please you.. please tell me my pussy is good enough for your cock.. it's soooo wet."

"Yes.. yes.. oh god yes.. you have no idea how bad I want to fuck you Zelda.."

She was up, turning around and kneeling on the chair, bent over and exposing her hot slit. "Please fuck me, Sammy.. I need you inside me.. I need that big cock.. I've wanted it for so long..."

Sam didn't need to be told twice. Quick as a cat, he was behind her, pushing his cock into what for him would be called the promise land. He'd wanted to fuck Zelda for a long time. It was a fantasy on the back far reaches of his mind, never something he dreamed would come true. In fact, he still wasn't sure he was dreaming now. Her pussy was tight and incredibly wet. It took his cock in, welcoming it like a lost puppy that just found it's way home. He stayed buried in her for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of her cunt caressing his dick, like a tender lover.

"Is it ok? Am I wet enough..? Please tell me I'm pleasing you..."

"Fuck Zelda.. it's amazing.."

"Fuck Zelda hmm? I'm hoping you will..."

She giggled cutely, and Sam had to let out a chuckle at that. His hands found her slender hips, and he started to pull from her, then thrusting back in. Her pussy seemed reluctant to let the intruding cock leave, and when he pushed back in, it sucked him back like it missed him. He couldn't be sure if she was doing this conciously, or if her cunt was just that fucking amazing. He didn't care. He was fucking the dream pussy, and he started to pick up speed, thrusting his aching cock deeper into her sopping cunt. Each time their flesh met, she would utter a startled grunt, that was very cute as well as very hot.

"Do you like my pretty pussy? Is it tight enough for you?" She was looking over her shoulder at him, her eyes pleading.

"It's amazing.. so tight and wet.."

"Can I cum..? Pleaaaassseeeeeee...."

Sam had a momentary thought of her knowing more about this whole slave/master thing than he did, but he let it pass. "Yes, Z. Cum as many times as you want..."

"Will you cummm....?" Her words sort of fell off as her eyelids fluttered fast, signaling that she was indeed going through an intense orgasm.

Sam didn't answer, but he picked up the pace, his cock slamming in and out of her tight hole. Their flesh clapped together in harmony as he fucked her. He'd made plans of silly things to make her do while he had her like this, things he thought they would have to do if she didn't go along with the sex deal. But this was far better than that. He slammed his cock home into her wet folds, feeling the beads of sweat drip down his face and onto his chest.

"Zelda.. I'm gonna..."

"Oh, yes.. YES... YES....." She screamed out loud. "Cum in my slutty pussy.. MAKE ME YOURS!!"

Neither person would ever know where that came from, why she screamed what she did, but at the time it didn't matter. Sam buried his cock straight into her hungry cunt, and let go, cum blasting out of his cock like a cannon. Zelda's face was frozen in a permanent scream, though no sound was being made. It was an odd sensation for her. Most times she felt fufilled, a quiet happiness that comes with satisfaction. Now, she felt a euphoric sensation, her limbs were numb and her body felt heavy. She felt.. spent. Which for her was difficult to believe.. only men were supposed to finish sex with this kind of tiredness.

"...Fuck Z..." Sam too was spent, but this was normal for him, so no bewilderment was going on inside his head. "That was.. incredible.."

"You.. you were incredible Sam.." Zelda was hanging onto the chair, rather than simply leaning on it. She felt like she could fall over at any moment.

"I.. try.. Are you.. Ok?"

"I'm fine, Sammy..." Zelda managed to regain control of her body again, and turned, nearly plopping herself in the chair. "Just great..."

Sam grabbed one of her barstools, the closest thing he could reach, and sat down himself before his legs gave out and he fell over. He felt drained, satisfied and happy. He'd fucked his dream conquest, and now the question became, after you get what you want, what do you do? He didn't have the answer, at least not right away.

"So.. what now?" She was looking at him expectantly. Her body was glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving from her lack of breath, and her legs still open and ready.

"I don't know.." Sam's cock knew, as he felt it sluggishly return to life. But Sam himself knew that if he tried anything in this state he was liable to pass out. "What do you feel like doing?"

She gave him a smart ass grin. "You own me hotshot, it's all on you."

He matched her grin. "Well, if you're gonna play like that.. I say we chillax for a bit, run some co-op Gears, and then have an early dinner.. on you of course, and then.. who knows?"

"I hope by who knows you mean, fuck Zeldas hot cunt again.."

"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

She smiled, a smile that may have hid a deeper meaning than either one of them realized. "I try. I am after all.. at your command...

Master."

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I know this story is a little light on the "domination" aspect of things. But the more I tried to make it hardcore, the less interested I became in writing it. Sorry if that bothers you, but I can't very well write what I don't want to. If this isn't your idea of domination, well I'm sure there are other stories posted here that will suit your fancy.

I hope you enjoyed this story. If you want to see more from these characters, or continuations of the other stories I publish, feel free to request them and I'll try to get around to it. As always, feedback is welcome, public or private. But try to be somewhat constructive. It you loved it, tell me what you loved. If you hated it, tell me why. I can't be a better writer if all you tell me is how much I suck. Until next time.

I also apologize for the delay in stories, I'm in the section I have the least experience in. Makes it a little harder to be satisified with what I'm doing.

-Mark St. Claire.