We had only know each other about a week at this point. Various other small happenings had come about, you know..forehead kisses, holding hands, tequila shots in the bars, drunk giggles and so many unforgettable memories had been built in just a few days. The connection was instant the first night I had met him in Europe and only continued to grow over the next few days and nights we spent together touring Italy. He was sweet, kind caring and we never had to compromise on what we wanted to do, where to eat and where to go. It was insanely natural, at least on my end. But most fascinating of all was that he was the dom to my sub. The ying to my yang in every way of life, including my sexual appetite.
Our final day together in Switzerland we had spent hiking 10 miles up into the Swiss alps. We were on top of the world. Literally. We shared a beer and some soup in one of the most beautiful places and spent the after noon seeing views that you only see on desktop backgrounds. We got lost on trains in towns we couldn’t pronounce but we made it back to our little Swiss village sometime in the late evening. After a quick shower and change we headed off to dinner. We bantered back and forth about anything and everything and eventually we ended up on the dom/sub topic. It had come up before at some point in Italy and our curiosity had been sparked since then. Somewhere in the midst of our conversation it turned into an interview for his perfect sub candidate.. i already knew I could play the role, I knew I could be his perfect little sub, I may just need him to lead me. Hes exactly what I’ve been seeking my entire life. The thought teased my mind, but we had agreed on just friends. More my decision than anything, but he respected my choice. And friends don’t dominate friends. Or so we thought.
We finished dinner and walked back to my room. We were packing to split ways and head to other countries and we filled the silence with casual conversation and our future adventures. We had to be up early so to catch our trains and we had spent every other night up until the crack of dawn so in bed by 1030 was our aim. We shared my little twin sized bed with a little head lamp above the headboard. I was comfortable with him in practically every way so sharing a bed was no concern of mine. I was in short booty shorts and a skin tight spandex tank. My nipples are pierced so the fabric hugged the shape of my nipples with the rings. He always addressed me then my body with his eyes.. always stopped at my lips. He liked them and he made it obvious. He flipped open the blankets and patted the bed where I could lay down. I climbed in, eager to be the little spoon. I laid against him, feeling his warmth against my back and his body pressed against mine. Our feet brushed softly against each other, our legs intertwined, I could feel his breath at the nape of my neck and his arms that were wrapped around me held me perfectly close. I was comfortable here but could feel the want from inside me starting to swell. My heart rate couldn’t help but to increase and my breath became more shallow.. He could tell and I knew he knew. The tension between us had built for days and it was about to expose both of us for what we truly wanted. I felt his dick swelling and pressing into the bottom of my ass. I rolled over to face him panting. “just friends”, I reminded him. But the look in his eyes said it was too late to turn back.
He grabbed my wrist, flipped me to my back and pinned them above my head.. “we’re not just friends, you’re my sub. All mine”, he growled in my ear. The stern look in his eyes told me exactly what I needed to know and I was going to listen. I wanted to listen to him. He told me to stay with my hands above my head so he could flip the lamp on. He wanted to see what was about to be his. He hastily tore off my clothes with anxious hands. Once my naked body was laid underneath him he sat back on his heels between my feet, “god you’re gorgeous”, he uttered as he looked me up and down and seeing me and all my tattoos completely exposed for the first time. I flushed… I had never been so eager to listen and please as I was in this moment. My pussy was already aching for him. He commanded me to get up so he could sit on the edge of the bed and I was to lay across his lap with my ass up. He gently rubbed over my voluptuous cheeks.. he loved doing it because he had already commented on how much he liked my shapely figure. He was learning the way I felt as he has wanted to each day we were together so far. I was enjoying the touch until I felt his hand leave and I felt the pleasurable sting of his hand spanking me.. at first I was taken aback and then I heard the words “harder or softer”? I asked for harder. I could almost hear the grin he wore on his face when he said, “I thought so”. He gently caressed my cheek again before coming down with another spank just slightly harder. A moan escaped my lips and then he was quick to reward me with a kiss and a caress where my skin was beginning to turn red and warm. Again the words from his lips, “harder or softer?”. Harder I begged through ragged breaths and a small giggle. I loved the being spanked and he knew it. He asked two more times until he slid his fingers between my legs to feel my pussy wet with pleasure and a growl of pleasure escaped his throat, “good girl, did you like that..” he cooed.
He flipped me onto my back in bed and straddled me between his legs pinning my legs flat and my arms beside my head… my breath raced and my mind was anxious to take the next command. I looked up into his eyes and saw the crooked little smile that tugged at his lips. He was right where he wanted to be. He wanted so bad to fuck me and ached to know what he would feel like inside me but he knew that was a hard limit for me. He stated the things he wanted to do to me if I would just give him full control and he noted how comfortable I was with him in control of me and dominating my every move. I was his perfect sub match. He was right and everything inside me wanted to give in and let him dominate me however he saw fit.
He rolled to his back and pulled me onto his chest, clearly frazzled by the mixed emotions of just taking what he wanted but never wanting to break my trust. I sat up on his stomach gazing down at this somehow perfect version of the dom I have always wanted. I spread my legs so he could enjoy the view of all of me. He made a compromise “if I can’t fuck you, at least let me watch you fuck yourself with your toys” and I liked the idea of him watching me play. I agreed and slid off him and down in between his legs so he could get up. He meant to get up but when he sat up we were suddenly face to face with my legs around his waist. His dick was hard against the inside of my leg and we both looked toward that general vicinity. His eyes locked on mine and the devious smile on his face made me blush. He rocked to his knees and slid me down underneath him so he was on top of me again. He gazed down at me, his eyes begged for more control, he was lovely and I trusted him. I told him I wanted him to touch me anywhere he wanted. I closed my eyes as I felt his breath on my neck, kissing playfully across my collar bones. He moved down my chest and to each nipple. He bit, pulled and teased each nipple with his teeth and tongue until they were hard and my back arched from the pleasure. He slid his fingers down to my pussy, I was already so wet with want. He smirked. He started to massage my clit as he continued to play with my nipples with his tongue. He mumbled something about how bad he wanted to taste me and he kissed down my stomach to my belly button to my hip bones until he got to my pussy. He never touched me but I could feel his breath and his lips hovering me, waiting to taste me. Before I could say anything he was kissing my inner thighs up and down and across my hips to the other thigh but never touching my pussy. He was teasing me and he wanted me to ask and beg for it. Finally I caved and laced my fingers into his hair, “please lick me” I panted and I felt the pressure of his tongue immediately on my clit. It felt perfect. He held me still in his hands and circled his tongue around my clit until I was moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I begged him to slide his fingers inside me.. he instantly obliged. His fingers slid right in to my tight, wet, aching pussy. “You feel so tight and nice”, the muffled words coming from between my legs. The feeling alone about pushed me over the edges. He continued to ravish me with hand and tongue until he felt my body tighten around him, he knew I was close. I could feel his smile as he felt my body shake around him and heard the moans of deep pleasure leave my mouth. He sat up looking very pleased with himself as he grinned and wiped his face with his hands. He should be, it was amazing, but I wasn’t done. I sat up to meet his wicked glare. The look alone was primal in nature and spoke to the deepest level of my sub. I was hot and turned on and wanted to return the favor. I pushed him back against the wall on the bed and asked how much he enjoyed getting head. A grin shot across his face as he’s been staring at my lips every day and begging to know how they look around his cock. I kissed his lips, “you taste like me” i whispered on his lips with a smile before going down to lick his cock from bottom to top. I’m one of those girls who loves giving head and loves even more for someone to fuck my pretty little mouth and he took full advantage. His cock filled my mouth and he slid down the back of my throat. I had been talking up my head game and from the sounds of it, he realized I wasn’t lying. It didn’t take long for him to swell in my mouth, my favorite feeling, and to know I was giving him pleasure was the biggest turn on. The bigger his cock got in my mouth, the deeper in my throat I let him go so he could fill all of my mouth. I heard the words “I’m going to cum” sharply escape his lips, and unsure if i was willing to swallow he told me to turn around to cum on my ass. He spun me around and hovered over me, one hand stroking his buldging dick and the other wrapped around my hip. He arched his head back and gripped me tightly as he released himself onto my ass and let out a gasp of pleasure. We collapsed together on the bed and smiled at each other… we weren’t made to be friends.
I haven’t seen him since we parted ways the next morning, but I do often wonder what would have happened if I had just given in to just fucking him. Our sexual chemistry is unmatched and I’ve never met someone quiet like him. He’s my type of dom and since then I’ve wanted to belong to him. Come find me, Oklahoma, I’m waiting.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d64bh8/meant_to_be_friends_until_we_werent