I’m not Your fucking Sub

“I’ve always thought it’s pretty subby for a guy to go down on me”

you say with a laugh, a passing comment over a wonderful dinner, a light hearted conversation, about sex and life, the intricacies of DS dynamics. A giggle, as you move past the topic.

But Your words stick in my mind, like glue, like cement, like a fly caught in a web.

It’s….Subby

It’s Submissive, for a man to eat you out.

Sounds to me, like you’ve never been eaten out properly. Well. Allow me to educate you.

The most important rule is that,

I’m not. Your Fucking. Sub.

Got it? Good. Now.

Lay back, gently, let your head rest upon a perfect, pristine, pillow, as you laugh, that snide little laugh. You’re gonna be treated right, you’re gonna get to cum, you’re gonna have a good time, you’re gonna get touched, you’re gonna get kissed, you’re gonna get played with, and you don’t have to do anything in return. Right? All of that’s true, yes, however. Review, rule number one again. It seems like you may have forgot.

I’m not.
Your Fucking.
Sub

When light kisses on smiling lips, turn into deep, tongue filled, wet, explorations of each other’s mouths, you’ll begin to feel it. That warmth down below, the need for this tongue and wetness to be shared with other places. When lips trail down bare breasts, a naked navel, you’ll grab, and you’ll squeeze playfully. You’ll move, your hips, and spread your legs, you’ll grab hair, and try to push me lower, but I’ll remind you again.

I’m.
Not.
Your
Fucking
Sub

Now you’re getting it. Now my lips are so close to that pussy, you’re really gonna know, you’re in MY FUCKING WORLD not the other way around. Now you start to realize your mistake. Your slander. Because now, oh, now you feel this warm breath down below. You felt these lips on legs, on thighs, and now you’re ready for the greeting between your legs. But you’ll get my breath. You’ll get teases, you’ll get my lips, millimeters above you, my tongue, little tendrils of drool falling from it, so close to your needy clit that you think my tongue has gravity and it’s pulling your hips forward, but I DIDN’T SAY YOU COULD DO THAT so I push those hips down, you don’t get it until I give it because

I’m NOT. your FUCKING. SUB

I will hold you there, you will get it when you beg, all this kissing, and you haven’t even been touched there yet, but you feel that blood pumping, you feel that button pulse and ache and yearn, so you will beg, oh yes, you will beg, PLEASE, PLEASE, GIVE IT TO ME, I NEED IT, so I’ll give you a little, for being obedient. You’ll get a lick, a kiss, a suck, a swirl, on that slit, on that spot, that craves attention. But don’t get greedy. Don’t you move. If you try and pull me in farther I will stop completely, BECAUSE

I’m not. YOUR. Fucking. Sub.

you will get my tongue, on that pussy, in that pussy, my lips, on that clit, sucking, kissing, touching, playing, teasing, pleasuring, when I decide you DESERVE IT. You’re getting close? So put your hands in my hair, like a good little needy slut, and if you let go for a single micro second, I will leave you laying here squirming, heaving, praying, for me to finish you. Put those hands there and keep them. Now ask for permission to cum. Ask to release your mind and scream and die that little death, as you explode on my face and tongue, but ask first, ASK FIRST, you don’t get to until I say so because

IM. NOT. YOUR. FUCKING. SUB.

so. Let’s finish this dinner and head back to my place. Let’s kiss and let things get hot, let the clothes come off, and the passion come out. Think your little thoughts, in your happy bliss, because soon enough you’ll be laying in my bed on your back, as I take your pants off you. I’ll smile at you and give you a laugh, before my face turns deadly serious. I’ll look you in your eyes. I’ll tell you, in no unfamiliar terms.

I’m not your fucking sub.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xa2baj/im_not_your_fucking_sub

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