He had a fetish for dominating successful women [FM]

When I turn to look at him from the bar, I realize what I like about him.

There’s something liberating about being with him. I don’t have to make myself smaller, stupider, or less threatening the way I do with other men. He likes it when I work the room, when I have everyone’s attention.

We’re at a bar with his friends. I’m meeting them for the first time and I can tell most of them want to fuck me.

He’s giving me the run down of the group when he leans in a little and says, “you’ll like this story.”

I’m immediately intrigued.

“You see that girl,” he motions to a hot, brown chick on the dance floor dancing with some white guy.

“Her and I used to fuck around, and now she’s engaged to this guy and he has no idea.”

“And you guys are all in the same friend group?”

“Yes, everyone else knows except him.”

I love drama like this and he knows it. I also love hearing about what people are like in bed (one of the main reasons I post and read stories on this sub.)

“What was she like in bed?”

“The sex was pretty good. I remember the first time we hooked up,” he pauses, “she asked me to hurt her.”

Hot.

I raise my eyebrows, “did you?”

He laughs, “you know what I’m like in bed.”

I do. He’s dominant and doesn’t hold back. We’ve ripped his sheets three times. Straight down the middle. He sent me pictures of it the next day, the aftermath of our fucking.

I enjoy imagining him dominate her for a second. And then it kind of hits me that we’re both brown and he’s white.

“Do you… have a type?”

He laughs, “I do, but it’s not the type you’re thinking…”

I am, in fact, thinking he has a fetish for brown “exotic” women.

“Uh huh…”

He laughs, “I swear!”

“Okay, if it’s not THE most obvious thing, then what is it?”

“I… just like successful women.”

Was honestly not expecting that. I have no idea what this other chick does, but her shoes and bag suggest something high powered.

“Wow. Okay. Interesting… and you’re sure it’s not the exotic girl thing?”

“I can’t help it that half the doctors and lawyers in this city are brown,” he jokes.

“So… just fucking or, specifically, dominating?”

He laughs, “probably the second one.”

“Dude… you totally have a fetish.”

He laughs again, “I like what I like.”

Knew it.

“Okay but like… can I ask why?” I ask.

“Honestly, I think it just makes me feel the most powerful. Like a hot woman telling people what to do all day, kicking ass and taking names… but then I’m the one telling her what to do in bed.”

I think I get it. “So it’s like no one tells me what to do… except you?”

“Exactly. It’s really hot.”

And it all clicks. How each one of my accomplishments, he wanted to celebrate. And the sex was always amazing. When I became a partner at my firm, that was the night he fucked me in the ass for the first time. When I was honored as our state’s emerging professional for our profession, he was insatiable, multiple rounds that night.

He leans over… “and you are a special case…”

“Why?”

“Well because… you’re really successful traditionally, but then you also have this like hot online sex persona that no one knows about…”

He knows about my online… proclivities.

“How many CEO’s do you think are out there also putting their sex lives out on the internet?” He asks.

I mean, I haven’t met a rich or powerful person that wasn’t into weird shit in bed, but I decide to just take the compliment.

“I like what I like,” I repeat his words back to him and we both know tonight is going to be good.

Fast forward, we’re a little drunk and back at his place. We had a nice walk back to his place, we’re both high on a perfect night.

“So… is this the part where you tell me what to do?” I ask. I’m sitting on his couch, legs crossed, hands playing with the fabric beneath me.

“Are you going to listen?” He asks me back.

I nod.

“Get on your knees.”

Fuck. I drop to my knees and I can feel how wet I am.

“Good girl.” He steps closer to me. I can almost feel the fabric of his pants against my face and I have to tilt my chin all the way back to see his face. I see his cock too. It’s already hard.

He puts one hand on my head and weaves his fingers through my hair.

“Put your hand on it. It’s okay.”

I can feel my pussy against the back of my legs. The kneeling is making it feel like all the blood is rushing there and it’s making me so horny. I wanna rub myself against him until I come.

But I do what he says.

I reach up with one hand and rest it on his hard cock. I start rubbing, it’s already so hard. He puts his head back and moans.

“That’s right, do as Daddy says.”

I raise an eyebrow at Daddy. It’s new, but I think I’m okay with it.

“What do you want,” I pause for a second before saying “… Daddy?”

I can feel his cock throb when I say that. He reaches down to undo his belt. He’s taking too long, I can’t wait. I reach up and help him pull everything down, his cock springs up in my face.

“You want it?”

“Mmhmm,” I say, sucking on my bottom lip.

“I know you do. Come here. Are you going to let me fuck your face?”

“Please,” I say.

“Say it.”

“Please fuck my face.”

He bends down to say into my ear “like you mean it.”

“Please. It looks so fucking big and hard. I need it all the way down my throat. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

He grabs the back of my head and slams his cock so deep into the back of my throat. I wrap my hands around the back of his thighs and pull him deeper. He leaves his cock there for a moment, not letting me breath, enjoying the feeling of my throat tight against his cock.

He keeps his hands on the back of my head and slams his cock down my throat over and over again. I try and keep my lips tight around his cock, but he’s fucking my face so fast I can’t be sure. My spit is covering his cock and I imagine him bending me over and shoving his cock inside me with my spit letting him slip right inside.

As if reading my mind, he pulls his cock out of my mouth.

“Bend over the couch.”

I do as I’m told. I pull my dress up and underwear down. I bend over the edge of the couch and grab the bottom of my ass, framing my pussy. With both my hands behind me, I’m face first into the couch.

I feel his hand on the back of my head first, then slowly his hard cock pressing against me.

“You want it?”

“Fuck yes.” I say into the couch. “Please.”

“I can tell how bad you want it. You’ve been thinking about it all day, haven’t you?”

I nod furiously into the couch, willing him to shove his cock as deep as he can inside me.

“I know. And now you’re going to take this whole cock. You can’t do anything about it.”

Fuck. This makes me weak. I’m not even sure I responded.

He presses his cock slowly into my pussy, letting the entire length inside me.

“Fuck. You’re so tight.”

“Please, give it to me. I need it. I need you to fuck me so hard tonight.”

“I know. You want me to own you, don’t you?”

He starts fucking me, hard. He isn’t holding back at all. Usually he starts slow, he does have a really big dick. Tonight, he doesn’t fucking care. Neither do I. I want him to fuck me through the couch.

“Yes, please fucking own me,” i say between moans.

He fucks me so hard that he’s fucked me over the edge of the couch and into the middle. I’m pressed between him and the couch, his face next to mine, telling me what to say.

“Say yes, Daddy,”

I’m not even thinking anymore. He’s fucking me so hard I couldn’t even say my name, I just repeat yes daddy over and over again. He’s grunting in my ear. I know he likes telling me what to do, not just because he told me earlier. Because I feel in my bones, this man loves fucking owning me.

“God yes, own my fucking ass. Give me what I deserve.” I growl.

“You’re such a fucking slut, you deserve getting fucked like this.”

I moan and slip a hand underneath my body so I can rub my clit.

He presses against my ear. “All those men online that want to fuck you…”

“I’m the one that gets to do it. I’m the one that gets to fuck you and use you however I want.”

“I’m the one that gets to fuck your face, and your pussy, and your ass…”

I can’t hold back anymore. I want him to keep talking, it’s so hot, but I’m going to come. His cock is hitting the exact right spot and my clit feels so good slipping and sliding against my fingers.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I say.

“Say yes daddy.”

I say it and come hard. “Keep saying it,” he groans and I know he’s close. I repeat it until he comes so fucking deep inside me that he stutters fuck over and over again, his words heavy with satisfaction.

We lay there and I wonder how much of what just happened is about me. That’s the weird thing about fetishes. It’s kind of about you, but not about you. It’s about what you represent.

It’s more than just attraction. It’s unwavering desire. It’s you and him, but there’s a third thing there in the room with you. You can’t put your finger on it, until you can. And then you wonder where the fetish ends and you start.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11esoy1/he_had_a_fetish_for_dominating_successful_women_fm