We cuddle, breathless from our little game, both naked, slightly sweaty and deeply satisfied, our heartbeats in sync. I nuzzle my face on the crook your neck and you caress my back with your warm, big hands as we both cool down. After a while, I say:
“You know, I had a very detailed fantasy lately about me being the dominant part for a change.”
“Yeah?”, you ask, curious. “I’m intrigued, tell me.”
“I’m not sure you’ll like it.”
“Tell me anyways”, you say, demanding, in that special voice that makes me do anyything you command. I sigh and give in to the inevitable.
“Well, it starts like this: We go into your room and kiss, gently at first, then I start to kiss you more passionately and bury my hands in your hair.” My voice is quiet, a little unsure whether this is a good idea, but it gets stronger as the vision starts playing in my head, a film directed by my subconscious and watched by me many times.
“You smell so fucking good, it makes me go crazy inside. I pull you ear to my mouth and whisper: ‘Take off your shirt.’ You do so as I stride over to silently lock the door, putting on a little show for you, knowing you are staring at my ass, swinging my hips leisurely, provoking you. As I turn around and face you again, I take in the sight: You’re barefoot, your long, strong legs are covered by dark red jeans and your upper body, slender and muscular lures me to you, your broad chest and shoulders, long, strong arms with forearms that drive me wild by just looking at them and your face, oh, your face, uhm…”
My thoughts and my voice trail off since you started your mean little game again, teasing and distracting me as your fingertips gently rub across my already (or still, I can’t tell) wet folds. You look me deep into the eyes, your gaze literally devouring me while I try to catch my train of thought again.
“Awwww, come on, why’d you stop? Concentrate…”, you say and flash me your evil little grin. I clear my throat and briefly close my eyes. Your fingers keep exploring me.
“Uhm. Yeah. So. I walk back towards you and continue kissing you, breathing in your smell and warmth. I walk towards the bed, sit down on the edge and beckon you towards me. ‘Kneel’, I say, and you do. I hike up my skirt, revealing I’m not wearing any panties… Uhm… Aaaah…”
It’s *really* getting hard to concentrate. You are, too… My hands find your cock and I start stroking, it’s already almost completely hard.
“And there you are, kneeling in front of me, staring at me in awe, first directly at my pussy, then you point these beautiful blue eyes at mine. I grab a fistful of your hair and pull you closer, your nose almost touching my clit. You can breathe in my scent now, feel my wet warmth on your face and are trying to reach there, so desperate to taste me, but I hold your head firmly, keeping you oh so close.
‘Please’, you say, almost whimpery, eyes fixed on my pussy. ‘Please what?’, I ask. ‘Please let me lick you’, you respond. ‘Eyes up here’, I command, and as you comply, I shove you face directly onto my pussy, holding your head steady as you eagerly start your work, your hungry blue eyes looking at me.”
Your breath starts to quicken, as I speed up, my hands tight around your now fat cock, your fingers still just gently stroking.
“You treat me like a queen, until I pull you away, your face glistening. You’re slightly out of breath, your eyes fixed on my pussy again, trying to get back there. ‘Uh-uh’, I say, while holding you away from it. You can smell me all over your face. ‘You know why I do this?’ You shake your head, looking desperate. ‘You remember last time, when you came without asking for permission?’ Your eyes widen in horror, and you want to say something, but I interrupt. ‘Shut up. You’re now going to make up for your mistake now, aren’t you?’ You nod eagerly, as I…”
You placed your big hand over my mouth, interrupting me, moved over and slammed right into me, with one single stroke. Your fingers muffle my scream of surprise and slight pain and I stare at you hovering above me, so much bigger and stronger than me, and I can tell from the look on your face I’m in trouble.
“Uh-uh, the only mistakes that were made today are yours”, you growl, pounding me, hard, restless, regardless of my muffled protests. “And you’re gonna make up for them now, aren’t you?”
Your hand on my mouth covers half of my face. I feel tiny and helpless below you, as I try to push against your chest to get you off me, but you just grin and take my wrists in your free hand, pinning them above my head and fucking me even harder and faster. I close my eyes and give up. I surrender.
I am yours.
You groan into my ear: “Don’t you ever think you can control me. Never, you hear me? You’re mine, you’ll always be. You’re my little toy, you’re not allowed to tell me what to do!”
And I nod, yes, it all makes sense, I am yours, completely yours. You hand still muffles my moans while I start to stop thinking and completely dissolve into pure sensation, giving everything I have to you while you punish me, harder and harder. You remove your hand.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, I whimper breathlessly, “I would never do that, it was just a fantasy, please, forgive me, I’m sorry…” I look at you longingly, please kiss me! But you don’t, you pull out, groan “Turn around!” and slap my ass as I do so. You start fucking me from behind, using me like the toy I am, slapping my ass until it turns angry red. You like it when it looks like that.
“I’m sorry”, I stammer, “please forgive me…”
“Shut up”, you reply, hitting me harder and I obey.
I get lost in the sensations I feel, letting my mind and thoughts trail off into far distance, until I only feel pure bliss.
You cum inside me and collapse next to me, panting heavily, until you can pull me into your embrace as we both come down from our high. I’m too drowsy to say anything, but you whisper into my ear: “I liked your story. Maybe I’ll let you try it some time.”
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