You stripped off your pants, shirt and the rest of your clothes following and ending up in a heap on the floor.
I take a moment to just kneel and look at you. Your beard which I love to feel scratching against my skin, your eyes watching me….your hands which can drive me crazy.
Your hard throbbing length twitched as my eyes fell on it and I feel my mouth dry for a moment, knowing you are as excited as I am. I move so we are closer together. I slowly pull my shirt off and watch your hands move.
“No.” I order, “You can not touch me until I give you permission to do so.”
Our gazes meet and I can almost see the lightning bolt that passes between us. I had been in control before but it had never lasted long. You weren’t the kind of man that could do as you were told.
It was one of the ways you were a great lover. You were giving and considerate of your lovers…wanting to make sure they released before you did.
It was also frustrating at times when I wanted to control your pleasure like you would control mine.
A moment more then your hands drop to your sides. I reach and undo the clasps behind me, letting my bra fall away from my big, round breasts, and watch your teeth bite your lip.
I get off the bed and stand in front of you, taking off my underwear and pants. I reach out and stroke my hand down your chest a little bit before running a nail over a nipple. You hiss, and I smile, leaning in and gently teasing you with my tongue, before closing my teeth in a sharp bite.
Your groan and your hands reflexively grip my waist, pulling me so your cock is trapped between us. You grind slightly and I reach and put my hand up, pushing on your throat.
“Lay down.” I step away from the bed and look at you expectantly.
You step past me, then spin, wrapping me in strong arms and kissing me mercilessly. I moan and my mouth opens under your’s, our tongues dueling for dominance.
I pull back and bite your lip, digging nails into your shoulders, “No. This is MINE. Lay down,” I put my hands between us and push, even though you don’t move, “On your stomach,” I add, an idea coming to me.
You comply, laying on your stomach. I open the drawer and pull out the blindfold, putting it over your eyes and tying it into place, “You have displeased me,” I try to sound strong and sexy. But honestly I feel nervous.
Finding power in sex is something I am still adjusting to. But I grasp the handle of the flogger in the drawer and pull it out.
I swish it in my hand, and watch your head tilt as you try and place the sound. I watch your thumb move towards the edge of the blindfold and switch my grip enough to being the flogger around and across your ass.
You groan, “I’m sorry,” your voice comes out, husky and dark sounding.
“You can apologize better,” I swing the flogger again and watch the leather straps caress flesh. The flogger is for beginners. So while there is some sting….it doesn’t leave noticeable marks.
You groan and I watch your hips grind against the mattress.
Your next words tell me that I have won completely, “I am sorry…Mistress.”
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