*Don’t do it yet.*
Her words rang through my ears as I sat there in a wooden chair, paired nicely with a black cushion, my hands tied behind me back as I looked down at the gorgeous woman – who somehow managed to talk me into this situation – with my throbbing, veiny manhood in her soft and delicate hands, making slow and deliberate strokes up and down, her eyes locked on mine as I felt the pressure building inside me.
*I don’t want you to cum yet, Dan.*
I felt myself squeezing every muscle I knew – and some I didn’t know I had – because I had this deep and insatiable desire to please her. I can’t really say how we ended up here like this – it was a normal enough date to start out with, and we’ve been dating about six months now. We’ve had sex in that time, but I always ended up taking on the more dominant and aggressive role in the bedroom. But tonight, she confessed some desires to me, desires that would leave me in a more vulnerable position while she took on the role of the dominant.