Mistress Blaire. Pt. 1 (M/F, FDOM, Slight NC)

Anna had always been a soft-spoken, lion-hearted woman. There was something fierce inside her that needed to be freed, screamed to be acknowledged. In her marriage she had been fairly submissive, but one night something awoke in her. This was after years of putting up with shit from her husband – his comments about maybe they would have a 3 way, try an open marriage, how he’d love to see her makeout with a woman. It was always about him, him, him. Honestly she had started to resent him.
Well… not anymore.
He was going to be her fucktoy.
She waited for around 2 in the morning – easily one of the most frustrating times to be woken up. Well, she was awake. And she had every intent of waking her husband, Adam, up as well. He lay in bed beside her, his chest rising and falling with every snore. He wasn’t a bad looking man, not with his broad shoulders and strong arms. But he did have a little pudge in the middle from all his hours at the office instead of the gym.
Anna was more than ordinary looking. She was gorgeous and had always been told so her whole life. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, thin figure with bountiful breasts and hips like hills. She tried to hide it most of her life with baggy clothes. That was also going to change. It was no longer him, him, him. It was about her. No more quiet little bunny.
She slipped the blanket off her, revealing her bare body. She then slithered on top of his sleeping form, straddling him between her warm thighs. This movement stirred him from sleep.
“Anna?” He murmured, “What are you-?”
She slid her hand over his yapping mouth. “Shut up.” She said darkly, “Shut your fucking mouth, Adam.”
His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and… fear? The look tasted sweet on her lips. He tried to sit up but she shoved him down with her hands. There didn’t appear to be much struggle from him with this.
Hands on his chest, with his mouth free, he asked: “Anna, what on earth-?”
“Not Anna.” She cut him off again, this time with a finger to his lips. “It’s Mistress. Mistress Blaire.”
His composure changed, an excitement lighting in his eyes. She hated seeing it. This wasn’t for him. How could he fucking think she was doing this for him?
“This isn’t for you.” She hissed, “Don’t get excited. Just shut the fuck up and stay down.”
Despite her harsh words, that fire in his eyes didn’t diminish. He wasn’t so tense anymore, almost limp in the bed as if daring her to do whatever she wanted to him. Fucker.
She leaned forward over his neck… and sunk her teeth into it.
“Ah!” He cried out, hands moving to shove her. She shoved his hands down and stuck them in place with her knees. “Anna!”
She bit harder, as if warning him to watch his tone. “What did I say?” She asked as she pulled away with the taste of blood in her mouth. “It’s. Not. Anna.”
He stared up at her, breathless. There. That fire in his eyes was gone now. A sinister smile spread across her face at this.
“Your safe word is pudding.” She stated, “Say it whenever it’s too much.”
He merely nodded up at her, as if dumb.
Despite his anger at her biting him and drawing blood, she could feel a raging boner pushing against her thighs. Without releasing his hands, she moved her hips so the tip of his cock was at the entrance to her pussy. She stared into his eyes before roughly shoving herself down his length. A loud gasp escaped through his mouth. She leaned forward, shutting him by biting his lower lip and thrusting her hips harshly.
She could feel a tear drop racing down his cheek as she bit and grinded. But he didn’t say the word. She ignored it and continued to move her hips as if dancing. The feeling was wonderful. The pressure combined with the feeling of power in her chest was quick to send her over the edge.
She tilted her head back as she began to climax. He tried to reach his hands out from under her knees to grab her breasts. She shoved them down with a slap to his face. Within seconds she was coming.
After giving herself a moment to come down, she climbed off him.
“What about me?” He asked, almost whining.
“Finish yourself.” She retorted.
He was surprised. How selfish of her. But he did as she said, moving his grip down to his dick and grabbing it. She watched him as he jerked. His eyes came over with a tranced look as he finished himself. His lips parted and he gasped as he came, cum spurting out onto his stomach.
She looked at it then at him. “Clean yourself up.”
“Yes, mistress.” He replied panting.