The time I took control [FM]

This is my first time writing something for this sub, although I’ve been a fan for years. To follow typical formatting, I’ll first tell you a bit about myself and the man in the story. I’m in my early twenties, 5’3, red hair, blue eyes, pale skin. I’m on the slimmer side but definitely very curvy with little tits and pierced nipples. Jake is in his late twenties, maybe 5’9, dirty blonde hair, average build, not a huge cock but thick enough to please.

I’ve had a promiscuous past but have recently started seeing someone exclusively. I met Jake in October and while he tried to get my attention from the beginning I kind of pushed him away. Until one night in December where we went out to a show, had a blast, and realized we couldn’t stay away from each other. Over the past month we’ve spent a lot of time together…most nights of the week we sleep at my place or his.

The sex was the only thing I wasn’t sold on. I’m naturally a sub and nothing gets me going like a man who takes charge, but it was apparent that wasn’t his thing. Don’t get me wrong, we had sex, but he didn’t seem like a very sexual/passionate person. But I really enjoyed spending time with him, so I decided to give it some time.

One night we were at his place drinking and playing games with his roommates. I got fairly tipsy and started teasing him when his roommates weren’t paying attention. Nothing crazy, just little whispers in his ear, quick make out sessions, mild groping, etc. A few hours pass and we decide to head to bed.

We are laying in his bed, kissing and feeling each others bodies. The kissing gets deeper, more intimate, more passionate. I roll on top of him, straddling his hips, placing my pussy directly on top of his still clothed cock. I could feel his hardness under me. I start to grind on him as we kiss each other. His hands are rubbing up and down my sides, teasing my waist, cupping my little tits, grabbing at my hips. I pull his hands from my body, intertwining our fingers, raising them above his head. I wanted this to be about me. At this point in our relationship he had barely touched me, sex was quick and selfish. I had barely felt his fingers touch my pussy, never had his tounge on my clit. So drunken me was going to get what I wanted.

I held his hands above his head, pressing them into his pillow, selfishly grinding at his cock. He very well could have taken power over me, but at this point, with him entirely pinned down by my body, I felt powerful. I could tell he was really enjoying this side of me. I looked to my left and saw his ties hanging in the closet. I grabbed one and told him to strip. He listened and laid back down on the bed. I straddled him again taking his wrists and binding them to his head board. I’m not really sure where this came from as I have never tied up a man before, but as I looked down on him stark naked and tied to the bed, I was drunk with lust and power.

I strip myself and climb back on. He is rock hard at this point and I start to tease his cock with my wet pussy. I was rolling my hips up and down his shaft, catching the tip a bit before I’d slide back down to the base. It was driving him crazy. I leaned forward and kissed him delicately.

“I like seeing you like this,” I said.

“I like being like this,” he replied.

I stuck my pierced nipple in his face, “Suck,” I ordered.

I don’t even really get off on my nipples being played with, but watching him eagerly, desperately trying to please me was satisfying something rooted deep inside.

I decide at this point it’s about time he figure out what my pussy tastes like considering he had never gone down on me. I climbed up his body and straddled his face, moving my cunt directly above his mouth.

“Lick me.”

He listened, sticking out his tongue trying to reach my little pink lips dripping with my arousal. I was teasing him, lifting my hips so he couldn’t quite reach, then moving them down, using his tounge for my pleasure. Fucking his face, essentially. I heard a groan escape his lips. I looked down at him and he was staring directly back at me, lust burning in his eyes.

Tounges are great, but really I’m a whore for cock (honestly, I think I’ve gotten to the point where I’ve fetishized cocks, especially large ones, but that is a story for another time). I grabbed a condom from his side table and rolled it down his dick. I placed his tip at my entrance but didn’t go down right away. Our eyes were locked as he tried to push up his hips so he could get inside me. I pressed his hips down with my feet, comanding the action.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I said. All I got back was a groan of desire and frustration.

I circle my hips, still holding the tip of his cock at the entrance of my tight pussy, teasing him relentlessly. I would push down a little, just so he could feel how tight I was, then I’d back off. Eventually I decided it was time and impaled myself on his hard, thick cock. Even though I’ve had a lot of sex, my pussy is always super tight, good genetics I guess. I moaned, enjoying the pain of being stretched around his cock. I reached the base, put my hands on his chest, and started riding him. Moving my pussy all the way from the base to the tip and back again. We get into a good rythym, rolling my hips back and forth, up and down.

“You feel so good,” he moaned breathlessly.

“Shut up,” I responded, still drunk off my power. I put my hand over his mouth to show him I meant it.

I stopped riding him, still impaled by his cock, just sitting on him while it’s still inside of me. He opens his eyes to look up at me and I slowly moved my hand from his mouth to his throat. Reaching my little fingers to each side. I squeezed a bit while starting to ride him again. His face flush with pleasurable agony. I’ve never heard groans like this come out of a man’s mouth. It was amazing.

“You better fucking tell me before you cum,” I whispered in his ear.

He nodded quickly while moans were still rolling out of his agape mouth. We continue on for a bit more. Me riding him, squeezing his throat, him bucking his hips constantly trying to get more of my hot, tight pussy.

“I’m going to come,” he said.

“Cum for me, baby, cum inside my little pussy,” I ordered back.

A moment later a loud, long groan escaped his mouth. I watched as his body tensed, pulling at the tie keeping his hands bound above his head. I kept fucking him while praising him for giving me his cum.

I felt him soften slightly so I climbed off, discarded the condom, and untied his hands. He immediately pulled me close, intertwining our limbs, intimately cuddling, until we fell asleep. It was the best sex we’ve ever had, I can’t wait to do it again. He keeps talking about it, telling me I should see how far I can go next time. Any ideas? :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5oj4al/the_time_i_took_control_fm