He Takes Her [MF] [Fsub]

They were getting bored. It was time to expand their horizons and so He asked Her what she would like.

She said she didn't know.

It frustrated Him so greatly, for He felt that He couldn't bring up one of his new desires without pleasing one of Hers.

Disturbing their balance, he knew, could be dangerous.

"Are you not bored too, my Dear?" he asked her, cautiously, and she silent agreed. "Then we should do something new?" And 'she' nodded 'yes' again. It would be His decision, he knew.

"I see that you aren't willing to tell me anything new, so I must cure this boredom on my own." It was a statement, no response. "Come here."

She began to stand up, to walk towards him, but he pushed Her down by the shoulder, "Crawl."

And so She did and she winced as her knees hurt of the hard-wood flooring. He had never treated her this way before. They were both aroused, she smiled. It was a mistake.

"You know, Dear, that this is more difficult for me? You giving me this power? What if I ask something of you and you refuse? You give me power and then deny me when I'm most vulnerable, out there, how would that make me feel?"

She was clearly considering this sentiment when He instructed her on her new position: " Back to front, nearly like a prayer; toes, knees, elbows, open palms, arch your back. Good. Now, spread your knees a bit more. Excellent." He walked a half turn around her and stared at her buttocks, her asshole was sticking out very visible and He enjoyed the sight of it while bending down to tease her clit.

She began enjoying herself more and He lowered himself to kiss her buttocks and spine, invoking goosebumps and shudders from neck to waist. She began to look back at him, "No, look at the floor."

"Prove it to me, that you can listen. This will give me no pleasure, but will prove you are committed; kiss the floor." She did, it was a tad dusty. "Now lick it, make out with it." And she did again, clearly not enjoying herself. "Good." She began to look sad while he lowered himself fully and went down on her proper. "Baby, my knees hurt." She told him and he told her she could either get eaten and hurt or feel neither. It was present as a simple choice, and the decision was easy.

When she came, he told her to stand up, "My turn, Dear." And she blushed and stammered and, "I don't know, I haven't had time to…" and He began to laugh a self-assured laugh and corrected Her fears, "No, for me to tell you how you'll be pleasing me… more." What should have made her nervous, instead made her feel relieved. The absence of thought clearly made her feel relaxed, she was enjoying this.

"If we do this, I'm not going to care about your knees, your feelings, or the taste in your mouth."

"Okay" she said, quiet but surprisingly confident.

"Tell me that you love the taste of other girls' pussies."

Uh? "I love the taste of other girls' pussies." That confidence was gone, and her mind was racing, what did he have on his mind? He began laughing, "Don't worry, there is no one else here, nor do I desire that – I am only into you, the you that you are 100% giving me – I just wanted to here you say something like that, to have your mind worry."

She was smiling now, and her cheeks were pink, "Thanks!" This was just the perfect kind of awkward.

"Stick out your tongue."

She did and he grabbed it, his fingers tasting somewhat salty. The feeling of fingers grabbing her tongue was weird, and somewhat ticklish, she giggled again. This was all rather absurd. His off-hand reached back behind her head and things got more serious. He shook her slightly to get her attention and told her to snap out of it and to open her mouth wide.

His off-hand's thumb was now in her mouth, back behind her teeth keeping her mouth open, with the fingers holding her neck firmly in place. He kept stroking her tongue, commenting how he'd always wanted to feel it in his fingers, but had never asked because it felt silly. He told Her that he was happy he was doing it, though, and asked her if she was glad, too.

To her surprise, she was, and she nodded to signal that. "No, Tell me." And he held onto her tongue tightly as she began to attempt to speak. It was very difficult and the words came out muffled. It was actually quite cute. For someone not used to power, he was really going for it, and decided to try a new line, "Things are about to get serious now, okay sweetheart? You can nod, this time, if it is okay, alright?"

By now she was nodding eagerly, almost peeved that he would even care about her opinion by this point. One day, her mind was telling her, she might – too – have the gall to play this way with him, and it irritated her to even think that she would have to ask his opinion in the middle like this, if she'd already gathered the nerve to do it in the first place. So this is what he'd meant, when they'd started, about rejection.

And as she was thinking, his fingers were slowly going to the back of her tongue. Impossibly slowly. She got incredibly still, hoping they'd just jamb themselves to the back of her skull or something, but they just kept going in, so unbelievably slow. Please God, she thought, please God go faster. Fuck my throat with your hands. Tear were welling up in her eyes, half from the fingers and half from the fear, and she began to move her head back slowly. His fingers held onto her tighter, and he told her to calm down, he was just feeling her gorgeous body. It almost made sense. When he had her under control he pulled his fingers out about a half inch and began again, perhaps even slower, reassuring her the whole way. "Babe, I know it feels weird, but I want you to just take it, okay? For me? Just relax and take it."

How does this not feel rapey, how am I wanting to do this? She had no idea. He was nearing the back of her tongue and she winced. "Baby, are you okay?" She tried nodding 'yes' but couldn't he wouldn't let her head move at all, he could tell by her wide open eyes that the answer was yes. But he wanted to hear it, "Use your words, Baby."

"Ye-" and she made the slight movement forward that the word requires and that was it. She gagged into her mouth and had the slightest bit of drool going down her lips. He looked her in the eyes, "Oh my lord, Sweetie, you're so beautiful." and he quickly pulled his fingers from her mouth and wrapped them, too, around her soft hair and pulled her in for a kiss, not once even considering removing the thumb from her mouth or being afraid of where she'd gagged. It felt intensely accepting, it was crazy, raw, and passionate. He suckled gently on her open bottom lip. "Oh my God, fuck.." he wailed, to nobody in particular.

"Let's make me cum. Get your sock, put it on my dick." He laid back on the bed, his dick looking a mile high in the air. "I want you to get lots of flavor today, Hon."

She grabbed her sock, a bit damp from the day's tasks, and put it over him, "Over your big cock like this?" she asked, tilting her head to look confused. She started to tug on him, like a handjob with a sock. "No, with your mouth."

Oh God, she thought, I'm doing it. I've got my damp fucking sock in my mouth. "Deeper. Look at me." It didn't take long, he could tell, for her to grow tired of it. He was finding himself satisfied, sympathetic, and he told her he was ready to cum. She sighed, thankfully, and reached to pull off the sock when he no'd again.

He flipped her over on her back, sock going down into her mouth and used his off and to spread it wide, so he could see down into where her mouth was. With his main hand he stroked himself off into it and told her to close her mouth and wait, slowly, while the flavor would slowly permeate her mouth.

Later, he asked her if she was bored any longer, "No, Hon, not at all. I see what wonders can come when you speak your mind… I can't wait, ab-so-lutely can't wait until it's my turn…" And gave him the hottest, wickedest smile any man had ever seen.

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