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?”