How I realized I really like being dominated [FM]

I’m visiting my boyfriend for the weekend and we’re getting ready to see an exhibit on the Titanic. Super nerdy, but I’m really excited.

He tells me to search his email for the museum tickets. An old email from his ex comes up in the search, which I try to ignore, but the fucking title is “Please come make love to me.” I can’t help but look at him with my eyebrows raised. I like sensual sex, but I just can’t see him that way. The sex we have is… not that.

He spins the computer around and immediately knows what I saw.

We have never made love. We fuck. This man has fucked me every way, in every hole, on every surface, but he’s never made love to me.

So naturally, I’m pretty curious.

“Make love to me,” I say.

“Stop it. She was sweet.” He thinks I’m teasing him, but I’m serious.

“I’m sweet…” my voice is like syrup.

He just snorts and shuts his computer.

“Please.” I know this is lowkey turning him on. It’s honestly kind of turning me on too.

I crawl over to him from the couch and kneel in front of him. One of my favorite things about him was how easily he would get hard. He’s already hard and I really want to put him in my mouth.

“Please fuck me like you fucked her.” I pull at his belt.

“Get up then. She never gave me blowjobs.”

He picks me up, throws me over his shoulders and carries me upstairs.

He lays me down onto the bed and starts going down on me. This is… unusual. We usually want each other so badly that there is not a lot of foreplay to our sex. But fuck, he’s actually really good at this. I let myself be present wherever he touches me. He’s running his hands over my body. I feel myself getting close. Normally, I would tell him that I want him inside me when I come. But I let him keep going. My orgasm rolls over me and I grab the back of his hair while I come.

He gives me a moment and then pushes himself inside me. It’s hot that going down on me gave him such a hard on.

“I love making you come. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He rarely says this to me even when we’re not fucking. It’s always you look good, or sexy, or hot. But beautiful? Huh. He’s fucking me slowly enough that I turn the word over in my head. I let it sit there, let myself really believe it.

He leans over so our bodies are close. I resist making a joke about this being good, Christian sex. His dad is a pastor. This is… actually good though. He pulls my hair softly through his fingers.

“I love your hair. The way it looks against your back when I bend you over.” This man has never said these kinds of things to me. I didn’t realize he even noticed things like that. This feels different, but good. I moan into his mouth while he kisses me.

“Do you like this?” I’m legitimately asking.

“I do,” he laughs. “But this isn’t what I want to do.”

“What do you want to do?” I ask.

“This.” He wraps his hands around my neck softly. This is the first time he’s done this to me. I look into his eyes and then nod, telling him that I’m okay. He squeezes my throat.

Something inside him cracked when I asked him to fuck me lovingly.

He tightens his grip around my throat. I feel my breath struggling to get past his hands. The pressure is building up in my head. This feels like a fucking drug. He takes his one hand and rubs my clit. It feels good, but far away. My head feels full. No room for thoughts. Suddenly, the feeling of an orgasm bubbles up through the dizzying feeling in my head. Oh my god. I’m not ready.

I come like I have never come before. This is like one of the moments where people say they see god. I have seen my god, and his name is Choke Me, Daddy. No, but seriously. Choke me. I don’t just mean put your hands around my neck. I mean squeeze.

He stops and lets me catch my breath. I wish I could’ve seen what he saw. I have no idea if I screamed, cried, or just died for five seconds. My mind is truly blank. It’s incredible.

“That’s what you make me want to do.”

He starts fucking me again. The feeling of coming back into my body is weird. But him fucking me definitely helps. He flips me over and grabs my hair and pushes my face into the bed. Him lovingly running his fingers through my hair twenty minutes ago seems like another lifetime.

“You know that was for me, right” he whispers into the side of my face, while fucking me.

“That was for me. Because I wanted you to come like that.” He keeps saying over and over, “it’s for me.”

“That was my orgasm,” he keeps going.

The thought of him completely owning me, including my orgasm, makes me so wet. That he’s using me for his pleasure turns me on like nothing else. We haven’t gone here before. Him owning me. Him using me.

He slaps my ass so hard that I scream. I accidentally move away, but he catches me by the shoulder and pushes himself back inside me.

“Don’t fucking do that again.”

This makes me moan so loudly. Tell me what to do. Tell me everything you want. I’ll give it to you.

“You’re going to take everything I give you.” He slaps my ass with both hands, hard. I push my head into the pillow and bite it to stop myself from moving away from his slaps.

“Tell me which way you like it.”

“Like this.” I cry out.

“You want me to stop and make love to you? Huh?”

“No. Please don’t stop.”

“Ask me like you asked before. Go ahead.” He pulls my hair, hard. From the base of my skull so that he has the most control of my head. Fuck, he’s good at this.

I bite the inside of my mouth.

“No. Please keep fucking me like this.” I have left all pride behind. I swear I can feel him get harder everytime I give in to him.

Our sex is always rough, but never like this. My submission is usually implied, but right now it’s being demanded. The power dynamics have never been so… clear.

“There’s a reason I never fucked you like that before.” He leans into me, he’s so deep inside me. “It’s because you like being fucked like this.”

“You think I don’t know you?” He starts raising his voice. “You think I don’t know every fucking part of you?”

He grabs my face. His fingers wrap around my face and into my mouth. “Admit it. I know what you like better than you do.”

“You know.” I gasp.

“Better than anyone.”

“Fuck. Yes. Better than anyone.”

“Keep saying it”

I keep saying it. Over and over again. He pushes me hard into the mattress, so that I’m not even sure what I’m saying anymore. His entire body is leaning into me, needing me, fucking me. I have never felt so used. It’s so fucking good. He grabs my hair and moans when he comes inside me. He has never moaned like that before. In that moment, I knew deep down in my soul, that I will do whatever it takes to make him come like that again.

We both lay there, together in our shock. The Titanic date seems weirdly prescient. I did not see this iceberg coming.

“Was that… in there the whole time?” I finally ask.

“I don’t know. I think so?”

I think about what just happened. It’s like my brain was highjacked. It’s my first time surfacing from subspace, but I don’t know what that is yet.

As the sex clears from my brain I realize something… I really like being dominated.

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