I circle your dick with my hands, my touch light. Just gentle fingertips swirling in the hair next to it. You lie still, but your breathing is ragged. I let my fingers stroke downwards, next to your balls and then I find your perineum. I massage it with firm fingers, externally stimulating your prostate. Your dick pulses, but you’re being so good, lying perfectly still for me. You close your eyes. I continue stroking.
I know how bad this tease is for you, but I don’t think you have any idea about what it’s doing to me. I’m so fucking horny for you right now. My cunt is aching, there’s a desperation building in me. Uhh. I want you.
“Look at me,” I say. It takes you a second, but you open your eyes and our gazes lock.
“I want to blow you,” I say, “fight me. Make me.”
Yeah, okay. I’m supposed to be doming you, but fuck it. I want you to fight me. I want you to overpower me and fuck my mouth. And since I’m the boss here…
You look at me, the disbelief showing in the way your lips part. I know, it’s not what you’re expecting.
But god, I want it so badly.
I grin at you.
And slowly, wonderfully you grin back.
Uhh…
Then you’re surging up, and I sit back, my cunt getting dangerously close to breaking our taboo. I feel the length of your rock solid cock slip-sliding over my slit, feel every oily ridge grazing my swollen clit. Uhh. But there’s no time to dwell. You’re wrapping your powerful arms around my torso and you’re pushing me down to the side.
Pulling myself together, I fight back. We become a mess of oily limbs thrashing in powerful slow motion against each other on the sheet. Neither of us is able to get a proper grip because of the oil.
I do fight you, I fight hard. You pull a leg out from under me and then I’m on my back and you’re straddling my chest, squashing my tits painfully. Oh, your balls pressing lightly against my breastbone. Your dick close to my mouth.
“Is this what you want?” you ask, grabbing your dick in a fist and stroking it.
My arms are pinned by your thighs and I feel my true vulnerability.
But yes, this is exactly what I want.
“Yes, fuck it hard,” I say, “I want you to come down my throat.”
And like a good little sub, you give me exactly what I want. You fuck your dick into my mouth nice and rough, no mercy, and you come hard, spurt after spurt, while I choke and gag, trapped beneath you.
I can see exactly how much that turned you on. How much you enjoyed pinning me down. Fucking me like you don’t give a shit.
You wipe jizz from my chin with gentle hand, though your eye are still glowing with your power.
“Next time,” I say holding your gaze, “own me.”