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"Power."
That is all he said. I was confused. Power? What did that have to do with anything?
Mark finished his Bacardi. And so did I. I went to the kitchen to get us another round, swaying my ass from left to right, feeling really confident.
"Very good. Now take a seat and sit that fine ass of yours down. I’m going to give you a quick lesson in psychology."
"Psychology?" I asked, surprised.
I had no idea what he meant with that, so I took a chair and sat down.
"I want you to know how it will be between us. I've already told you about presentation and posture -- two of my six Ps -- but there are four more. And you will learn them all. Good shy-girl." I shuddered at his repeatedly calling me that.
"Let me explain to you now about power. When you dress, move and feel confident like you do now, you show power towards others. This will feel like a threat to men. You see, men are hunters. They want to possess, to conquer."
Mark went on, in his low, assuring voice.
"The feeling of power comes when a woman is confident, but power can also come from another P—pleasure."
Pleasure, I thought. I waited 'til Mark proceeded. He took a big sip from his Bacardi and motioned me to do the same. I took a big gulp and felt the alcohol sting in my mouth. Inside, my emotions were swirling out of control. Deep in my soul, my breasts were aching as never before. I was embarrassed to note that my nipples were terribly hard. Never had I encountered a man who talked like Mark did. His commanding presence seemed to fill the room.
"Alright. So get this: if you pleasure a man it will make him weak. It will make him dependent on you -- the woman. He will always want more pleasure. On the other hand, when he receives pleasure he will want to stay in control. It’s a game of power, where you use pleasure to gain power over him. You following me?"
I nodded.
"Good. So the next thing I’m going to teach you, is the sixth and final P. This final P stands for Prowess. You could also call it skills, but that doesn’t start with a P so it doesn’t fit my theory of the six P’s."
We both laughed hard. If there ever was any tension, it was now definitely gone. At times he was even funny!
"So prowess actually has two meanings, if you look it up in the dictionary. One is skill or expertise, and the other is bravery, like in a battle. Both actually apply."
I nodded and looked at Mark, awaiting his next move impatiently and filled with curiosity. I said I understood him, but actually I was not sure what he meant and where he wanted to go with this.
"I’m going to educate you on both versions of prowess. So, shy-girl, what you’re going to do now is come stand in front of me."
I did as Mark told me. He motioned me to get closer. He was still seated on my sofa. My insides quivered and I trembled. I hoped that he did not notice.
"Very good. Now bend forward, and put both your hands on my knees. Here, give me that drink of yours."
He took my drink and I bent forwards and put my hands on his knees. I immediately arched my back to stick my ass out. I felt terribly awkward. And vulnerable.
"Very good shy-girl, very good. Now, bend your knees and kneel."
I tentatively knelt in front of him and left my hands on his knees. If I felt awkward before, now it was amplified. What sort of successful, well-bred, upwardly mobile girl knees between the legs of a man she has barely met? I blushed at the thought.
I looked at Mark and awaited his next instruction. Mark had his arms spread out over the back seating of the sofa, holding his drink in one hand, and looked entirely relaxed. Confidence exuded from him as he looked at me.
"Good girl. Now, slowly, run your hands over my legs, upwards. Do it slowly and keep looking at me."
I followed his orders dutifully.
"Run your hands all the way up, over my shirt. Now, do I remember correctly from our chats you were extremely curious to see more of me?"
I nodded, smiling up at him. And blushed some more.
"Well, that time has come. Run your hands under my shirt, if you want. Feel free to explore."
I did as I was told. I fumbled them under his shirt and my first reaction was ‘Wow!’ His abs were rock solid! I looked up at Mark when I touched his abs and he nodded, as approval for me to keep going. I let my hands slide further under his shirt and felt the patterns of his abs. Without even flexing them! I leaned forward a bit further, letting my hands move up further, and reached out to touch his pecks. They were big, but not bulky. Yes, Mark pushed weight, that’s for sure. I looked up at him, big-eyed, to check if he was still alright with me exploring. He was. I had lifted his shirt a bit and my hands now ran more freely over his chest, inspecting him. He had a beautiful body. Mark looked at me approvingly, put his arm back on the back seat of the sofa.
"Very good girl, very good. How do you like that?"
Now I was truly shy. The words came stuttering out. I was embarrassed at how stupid I sounded, "Well, I can only say I’m extremely impressed by your physique. But then again, I kind of had a gut feeling seeing you work out…"
Mark laughed gently in sympathy. But it was a kind laugh: "Thanks shy-girl. Now, let’s move on. I want you to go ahead and unbuckle my belt."
At the mere mention of this, a searing jolt of electricity traversed my whole body. Now, I had been growing more and more wet as Mark had gone through the Ps, but now the brazen mention of me unbuckling his belt without so much as a hint of what I wanted left me undone. My breathing became quite suddenly uneven. Even ragged.
I looked down, wordlessly at him. Speechless.
Mark was wearing a wide leather belt with a big, double buckle. Pretty easy to unbuckle. Somehow my fingers reached out, trembling. In a matter of seconds the deed was done. His belt lay there. Unbuckled.
"Now, undo the buttons of my jeans."
I grabbed one end of the top of his jeans, pulled and one by one the buttons opened. He remained calm as he looked on still with his arms on the backseat of the sofa. He may have been calm but my heart was racing!
"Good. Now, I need you to pay good attention. We’re going to go to the next level in mastering the final P, prowess. With one hand, you hook one finger behind my boxers. With the other hand, slowly reach inside my boxers and leave it there. Do it slowly."
As I went in with my hand, I soon enough felt his warm penis in his boxers. I let my hand rest on it, not sure what it looked like or what I was doing. I was super curious to see more.
"Very good shy-girl. Where is your hand now?"
"My hand is in your boxers, Mark.."
"Yes. And where is it resting."
"It’s on your penis, Mark."
"That’s right girl. Now, what do you think you should do now?"
"Uhm.. I dunno? I think I wanna see more?" The electricity shooting from my clitoris threatened to overwhelm me!
"So what are you gonna do then?"
"Maybe p...p....p....pull it out?" I was stuttering now.
"Very good shy-girl. Go ahead."
I felt I was blushing heavily as I reached further in and laid my fingers around his penis. With a small tug I pulled it out of his boxers and there it was, the top half of his soft penis was sticking out. I was now holding his half-exposed penis in my right hand and looked up at him with big eyes. Mark chuckled, looked down on me and asked, "Do you like what you see?"
"Well, it sure is very nice and it doesn’t look like anything I’ve held in my hands before! Considering that your penis isn’t erect... My ex-bf…"
Mark shook his head, "I don’t care about your ex-bf. I’m trying to learn you something here, and I already know you’re not experienced in this field."
He gave me my next order.
"From now on, I want you to stop using the word penis and start referring to it as my dick. Or even better, cock. Now, pull out the rest of my cock, shy-girl."
Cock. It sounded more arousing than penis, for sure. I nodded obediently, pulled his boxers back further and with my free hand, I reached inside his boxers again. Soon enough, the rest of his cock was revealed, now laying limp on his lower abdomen. I drooled for a bit at his amazing dick. It wasn’t that long, even when flaccid, but it had great girth and it had a very pronounced head on it as well, a bit wider than the rest.
"Now that you’ve had a good look shy-girl, it’s time you wake my cock up. This is all part of the game of power I just explained to you, ok? What you’re going to do right now, is take my cock in your right hand, and point it towards yourself. Leave your left hand right next to my hips, you will need that later on. Then, you’re going to make a nice, round O with those pouty lips of yours and you’re going to gently purse those lips and put them over the head of my cock. Don’t stroke, I just want to see you using those lips. Only the lips."
I hesitated now. Of course, I had taken cocks in my mouth before but never like this! Never had I followed orders to get down on my knees, undo the man in front of me, and open my lips. But somehow, the thought of refusing never entered my mind.
I started to proceed as he ordered me to, but suddenly he interrupted me.
"Stop shy-girl, stop it right there. I forgot: you haven’t got your lip gloss on! Those lips need to be wet, as wet as if you were drooling from your mouth. Wet those lips for me, girl."
I looked up at him and blushing fiercely did as I was told, letting my tongue roll over my lips several times. Once they were shiny Mark nodded me to proceed.
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