My SO and I are fairly equal in the bedroom, but lately I’ve been wanting him to be more dominant. I wrote this story using our alter egos to give him a taste of what I’ve been imagining…
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The door closed behind her and she heard the sharp click of the bolt slide into place. She had taken only two steps into the foyer before she felt the cool drywall press against her shoulder blades and roll down her spine. His fingers wrapped firmly around her, the jut of her hipbones pressing into his palms. Rufus held her against the wall just forcibly enough that she couldn’t wriggle free. His lips descended to her cheek and as he traced kisses towards her mouth, he softly brushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ear. It was a curious contrast to the strength and brusqueness with which he still pushed her left hipbone into the wall.
“I can’t wait to taste you tonight,” he whispered. “Are you ready for me to make you come?”
Ginger nodded silently. He wrapped her long blonde hair clockwise around his hand twice, his fingers entwined in the strands and nearly touching her scalp. He tugged swiftly and she felt the roots of her hair pull the skin from her skull slightly. Like a massage for the bone below.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, as the crown of her head pushed into the wall. His lips moved towards the now exposed curve of her neck, biting softly enough for it to still be tender but hard enough to leave a slight mark. He let his tongue flatten against the irritated skin, soothing the brief pain.
Her breathing was irregular by now. “I want you to make me come.”
He released her hair with a smirk. “Good girl.”
It was that attitude that kept her coming back. The cocky arrogance, the swaggered confidence, him exuding the knowledge that he knew what he was doing, that he would willingly drive her mad. It left her wishfully texting him every Sunday night, hoping he’d indulge her sometime that week.
Rufus gestured toward the bedroom with a slight tilt of his stubbled chin, a sign she knew by now that he wanted her to undress.
“How do you want me tonight?” she asked playfully.
His hand rested on the curve of her lower back, and he held her gaze longer than necessary. She didn’t look away. “I want you to take off that tank top, slide out of your skirt,” he directed her in a low and gravely voice. “Keep the bra and undies on. I want to see you face down on the bed, ass up in the air, waiting for me. Got it?”
She nodded and he released her, watching her hips trace pendulums as she padded into the bedroom and nudged the door until only a sliver of light crept through. When she was no longer visible to him, she quickly removed her clothing, knowing he wouldn’t wait long. She positioned herself on his bed, supple muscles imprinted onto the soft white duvet. Her breasts were encased in black, her ass barely covered by hot pink lace. She heard the hinges creak as he entered the room, his steps light and his breathing hushed.
“Let me see that ass of yours,” he instructed as he took in the concave arc that dipped from her back to the rise of her ass, and the muscle below that flowed into her athletic legs. She arched her back a little more, spreading her legs and swaying slightly. She knew it would catch his attention.
“Turn over,” he demanded and she flipped smoothly onto her back. He still stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the candlelight behind him. “Lift your hips and take off your underwear. I want to see how wet your pussy is.”
She started to peel the lace fabric away from her lower abdomen when he interrupted. “Slower,” he growled. She paused before lifting her legs in the air, crossed at the ankles. Ginger slid the lace over her knees, down her calves, until they dangled from her pointed toes. He stepped forward and seized the pink undies, tossing them on the floor.
“Spread your legs,” he told her, prodding her knees open. Rufus watched as she dropped her bent legs back onto the pillowy bedcovers and the flush of her clean-shaven pussy lips glistened.
“Am I making you wet?” he asked.
She nodded, ribs rising with quickened breath. This was her favorite part. The anticipation of his touch, the soothing comfort of knowing that he would soon take her in his control. She craved the rough calluses of his hands against the back of her neck, his firm lips taking her skin for his own, his legs pushing hers open, his solid cock ramming her from behind as she screamed over and over how good it felt, how he filled her until she thought she was going to burst in two, left side peeling away from right as he let her orgasms take over.
“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me how wet I’m making you.”
Her green eyes met his and, feeling playful rather than submissive, she teased, “You’d be making me wetter if I could see your cock right now.”
Rufus lunged in an animalistic dive onto the bed, bridged over her, legs pressing into hers. He lowered himself onto her, his lips millimeters from her cheek. “Careful now,” he warned. “I’m the one who makes the requests tonight.” He caught her earlobe in his teeth, tugging briefly before moving down to bite her shoulder, then rolling off to sit at the end of the bed.
“Open your legs,” he instructed. Ginger obliged, feeling him kiss slowly from her ankles up her calves, finding his way to her upper thighs. As he drew closer to her pussy, he planted slow kisses on her inner thighs, skipping over where he knew she wanted him the most. She felt his hands slide under her ass, the pads of his fingers gripping the round muscles that clenched as his hands squeezed harder. Rufus placed a purposeful kiss at the top of her pelvis, just where the small triangle of trimmed hair was nestled. She pushed her hips forward, hoping he would move his attention toward her clit. But Rufus drove her hips back into the mattress and secured his hand on her right hip, holding her down as he breathed warm air onto the circle of wetness his lips had left above the hair on her pussy.
“What do you want?” he murmured.
She knew no matter what she requested, he would ignore it until he was ready to give it to her. Nevertheless, she begged. “Lick my clit.”
Rufus shook his head. “You should know better by now. We’ll get there in due time.”
He swept his lips back in the direction of her pussy, kissed the curve of her hip, and let a finger trace the outer lips of her labia. She arched her back again and pushed toward him. Relenting, he swiftly slid two fingers fully into her.
“Oh my god, oh…” Ginger gasped in surprise. Her head pushed back into the pillows and she dug her toes into the bedspread, thrusting harder onto his index and middle fingers. Rufus felt her soaked walls squeezing him, before he gently brushed her clit once with his thumb. She squealed and wriggled against him.
“Please make me come,” she pleaded. “You feel so good.”
Rufus looked down at her, writhing on the bed. “Not just yet,” he whispered.
He continued to move his fingers inside her, mimicking the movement she thirsted for from his cock. He relented and added slight pressure to her clit, circling it slowly with his thumb and adding more force as he sped up. Her hips responded, her breathing accelerated.
“Babe, oh god…your hands, they’re…” she managed to mutter as she bit her lip, silently urging him on, hoping he would continue until she came.
Rufus withdrew his fingers and lay back, staring at her. Her eyes snapped open and she whimpered, asking him silently through half-lidded eyes to continue. He slowly shook his head again.
“Take off your bra,” he ordered. “I need to see those tits.”
She acquiesced, reaching behind to slide the cups off her breasts. The air surrounded her nipples and they suddenly hardened. It didn’t escape Rufus. He moved up next to her, head propped up on his hand, elbow pressing into the bed. With his free hand, he traced a slow circle around her left breast, then down the valley between the two, before offering the same attention to her right one. Without warning, he took her right nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it clockwise, squeezing gently. Ginger couldn’t contain her moan, and thrust her hips into the air, hoping to find pressure where she craved it most.
Rufus reached for her other nipple, and simultaneously squeezed the two, watching her face closely until he could tell it was just painful enough to arouse her without hurting her. He knew by now how far he could go. With every flick and pinch, Ginger felt the raw sensation of pleasure course from her breasts to her clit, making her wetter and driving her mad. She contorted in agonizing pleasure, so close to orgasm but needing to feel Rufus inside her and have his fingers on her clit.
“How do you do this to me?” she panted. “Those hands…”
He watched her from above, her eyes closed. Her lips parted slightly, a soft “fuck” escaping them. Her blonde hair fell tousled over her forehead, sprawled on the pillow. Her cheeks were flushed, a glisten of sweat clung to her hairline. Her chest rose with jagged breaths, her skin rosy from the prolonged excitement.
“Do you still want to see my cock?” he asked slyly, knowing she would say nothing but yes.
She could feel the blood pulsing through her clit, her muscles clenching, needing something to wrap around. Her nipples were sore with pleasure, rubbed raw from Rufus’ persistent teasing. “Yes,” she breathed out.
“Yes what?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” she responded.
Rufus wasted no time shedding his clothing, his lean and muscular body resting close to Ginger.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
She could barely mutter her affirmation under uneven breaths.
“Roll over,” Rufus demanded. Ginger complied, eagerly flipping onto her stomach. They’d done this many times, but Rufus was still taken by the sight of her pale and smooth skin, her back muscles tense and defined, her ass exposed, yet untouched. He was the one usually in control, and she liked it that way, but for a brief moment he was unabashedly smitten.
“God, I could just bend you over and…” he trailed off as he positioned himself behind her. Collecting himself, he pulled her onto hands and knees, gazed appreciatively at her ass before him, and gave it a firm slap. The nerve endings in her clit, her thighs, her ass were on fire – anticipating his next touch.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
Those words alone made Ginger even more achingly wet. And then he slid into her fast, in one rough motion, all the way to the hilt. Her breath caught and she gasped.
“Do you like that?” Rufus asked quietly, waiting for her hungry response.
She could do nothing but nod. She clenched around his cock, feeling the bulging head slide into her all the way until it pressed against the end of her insides. He withdrew almost fully and entered her again, and the satisfaction that came from the relief he granted her after making her wait for so long made Ginger feel as though she would collapse if it weren’t for his hands firmly grasping either side of her ass. He set a rhythm, showed her how he wanted her to ride his cock. She could feel his balls hitting her clit, and while that usually wasn’t enough to make her come, tonight she thought it almost might be.
In a hazy trance of sex and pleasure, Ginger heard Rufus’ words. “Tell me how good it feels.”
Punctuated by hiccupped gasps every time he filled her fully with his cock, Ginger whimpered, “Your cock feels so good inside me.”
He fucked her from behind, not for his pleasure but for hers. With every stroke he pulled her closer, reaching for her now tender nipples, allowing himself an errant squeeze of her tits. He slowed slightly, making small circles with his cock inside of her. Pulling her all the way onto him, he leaned forward so that his lips were close to hers.
“Are you ready to come now?” he asked, as his hand descended to her clit, ready to bring her over the edge.
She could tell the tease was finally over. “Yes.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4iql39/are_you_ready_for_me_to_make_you_cum_mf_ds_lite