Two days later I called him.
"Hey," I said, it was early in the morning, "What time do you get off work today?"
"Seven," he answered groggily,
"Cool, see you at 8." I replied. This take charge attitude was partially to remain in control of our agreement, but even more to keep my feelings from getting mixed up in it. If I control the sex, then there's no surprises. And damn there would be control tonight. He didn't know what he was in for.
I decided I would get all my itches scratched in the month we were together. There were some things not even Theo knew. Some things he was too prudish about. Too... self loathing about. Somehow though... it was always me who was the prude in his eyes when it came to his absurd wants.
When R— arrived I was prepared I had all my things out and ready for him. Tonight he was being tested. There was a way to get what you wanted out of a man. You just had to plant the idea in his head. Make a man feel powerless, he'll want to feel powerful.
When he came in the door he was lust ridden I could tell that he had been thinking of me all day. Before he touched me though I asked him one question.
"Do you trust me?" I stood in my robe arms folded.
"Should I?" He pondered.
"Maybe." I replied leading him to the bedroom.
He followed me eagerly.
"Take off your clothes and lay on the bed." He looked at my nightstand, at my silk ties, toys, and oils trepidatiously. He shot me a concerned glance.
"I don't want to humiliate you," I comforted, "I want to please you." I undid my robe revealing my pink lingerie, "Take off your clothes." In all honesty they were my least favorites, but I wore then because for most of the night he would be blindfolded.
He laid out like a starfish with just his briefs on. I guess we were both weird about solidarity. I climbed on top of him grabbing the silk ties from the night stand. "Do you trust me?" I asked him again holding the ties in front of his face. I was asking for his consent. He looked at my body on his and nodded. And so I carefully tied each of his hands to the bed frame. Mostly for show as he was strong enough to break them if need be. I pulled out the blind fold and placed it over his eyes.
"Do you like pain?" I asked, I could feel his heart began to beat.
"No?" He answered with a garishly handsome smile. He was excited.
"Okay." To be honest I was relieved I hated inflicting pain on my partners. It just wasn't for me. But I learned to for Theo, however strangely kinky he was. I reached for the oil on my nightstand and began adding little drips to his sensitive areas. His lower belly, his nipples especially his neck, because that was his sweet spot, but I skipped his lip. Once I rubbed them I climbed on top of him with my flog. I ran it over his body just to watch him react to the odd sensation.
"Are you sure? No pain?" I asked I caressed him sweetly.
"Yes." He tensed a little.
"Relax," I spoke in a low tone, "Just feel." One of my previous partners liked punishment so bad he smack talked. I expected as much from R—, but I assume the incentive wasn't there for him. Which I appreciated because I had a problem still wanting men that I could dominate.
I put down the flog and begin to blow on his neck. He groaned as the oil heated up. I felt his little soldier jump a little. I moved lower blew on his nipples, then on his lower stomach. "Oh what the hell?" He sighed. I laughed a little before returning up to his neck and adding a kiss or two I made sure he could feel my body grazing his. The rough texture of my bra, the smoothness of my skin. My usual plan was cut in half by his dislike of pain... and I kinda liked it. But now I was winging it. I began to use my mouth against his neck and his moaning intensified. When I finished there he was laughing out of enjoyment. I went down to his nipples, but I didn't spend a lot of time there... men's nipples are weird. I kissed down the middle of his stomach dragging my hands down as I went until I reached his last hot spot. The second I blew on it he was writhing. I could see how excited he was. Men don't often do the anticipation thing as women are kind of wired too, but I liked it as a form of torture. I kissed and licked the area of his lower abdomen while pulling off his underwear. Once it was out I kissed around it. I kissed his inner thighs, I licked beneath his balls and put each of them in my mouth. I wanted him begging for me. I let my breath graze his shaft as I made my way to the top and he groaned in suffering. I paused at the tip. He was a tough cookie. I needed him to feel tortured so he would feel fueled later for what I really needed from him.
"Come on," he breathed, "Please."
And there it was. It was small, but he had to beg. He was gonna think about it till he made me beg. I put him into my mouth, practically drooling for it myself and he let out a guttural groan. I worked feverishly for a moment as he began to slightly thrust his hips off the bed. No doubt longing to grab me by the hair and use me. I stopped abruptly and he huffed his dissatisfaction. I sat up for a moment and slid off my panties, both of us panting and wet I threw them so they landed on his chest. "Oh..." he smirked. When I slid him inside of me my toes began to curl already. At first I moved slowly, assuming he was already on the edge. As I leaned forward he began to reciprocate and I came so close to actually kissing him. I took off my bra so that he feel us skin to skin. At the pause just before, I took off his blind fold he blinked hard at the brightness of light as I took it off, I wanted him to watch me use him. I began to moan as I focused on my own orgasm, fervently bouncing. I could see him trying to free his hands, to touch me, I untied them. But I wouldn't relent. I put my hands on the headboard and he put his on my hips. My breath quickened my legs were burning from the effort, but I was so close. Once he figured out the rhythm I was a goner. As soon as I orgasmed and began to stop he pushed me backwards so that he was on top of me, all the while never leaving inside of me. He continued to pump and then I realized he was cumming too. He grunted with each stroke and I gasped. It was the first time I ever felt semen spilled inside of me. And in the moment it enhanced my pleasure, but later it would bother me. We lay there a gasping sweaty heap.
"I don't know, *breath* what the fuck you just did to me." He huffed, "But don't ever do it again."
I snorted as I wrapped my legs and arms around him and scratched his head. I smiled to myself. He was gonna make a statement. He was still inside of me. Yet it didn't seem to bother either of us.
"You came inside of me." I said softly.
"I'm sorry" he was embarrassed.
"No one's ever done that before." I said spaced out as I stared at the ceiling.
He sat up on his arms and looked down at me. "Never?" He looked at me skeptically.
I shook my head.
"Not even on accident?" He tilted his head.
"Nope." I said "well in a condom..." I shrugged.
"Hm."
After a little while longer he did remove himself. And I got a little chill as he left. I told him he could shower and before I joined him I deliberately waited. He needed to be rejuvenated when I stepped inside and I knew he would wait till I did.
When I stepped into the shower behind him, he turn around to face me whipping his wet hair from his face. I still had his cum running down my leg so I side stepped him and detached the shower head. I began to rinse my thighs and my lady parts with my leg up on the side ledge of the shower. He took this as an opportunity, which is what it was to press himself up against me. I changed the water pressure to suitable one as he grinded himself between the lips of pussy his hand held my throat, "I still want you." He growled in my ear. My knees warbled at the sound of his voice. With my hand I pushed him inside of me and immediately was at a loss. Between the water on my clit and him inside of me I'm not even sure how I was managing to stand. I came within ten seconds, my legs were trembling as I dropped the shower head. Before I had a chance to think, we burst from the shower, water still running, him still inside and over onto the counter top. Soaking wet.
He grabbed my arms by the elbows as I threw my leg up on the counter and began to ruthlessly slam into me. "This what you wanted?" He grunted.
And yes it was, I needed him to get here. I needed to be dominated. I gasped and yelped helplessly as I came again. My body writhed and contorted. I began to beg, "please, please."
"Please what?" He taunted as he gave me short hard staccato strokes that slammed into me so hard I let out an uncontrollable yelp with each.
"Don't stop." I gasped.
He laughed a little surprised and obliged.
He came once again. By now I liked the feeling of his involuntary pulsing inside of me.
But I still looked at him annoyed.
"What," he said, "Don't cum inside me wasn't in the rules."
I scoffed shaking my head trying hard to move my limp body. He was smiling as he watched me walk like a newborn calf.
I laughed a little. "Stop watching me."
"How can I?" He said sitting on the ottoman leaning back on the countertop with his arms spread out. He had such pride about it. "This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I rolled my eyes and we got back into the shower to actually get clean this time.
He held me tenderly from behind in the shower. We swayed after we got clean without saying a word. I turned around in his arms. His eyes were intense, yet soft. He looked at my lips and back to eyes. "You can stay tonight," I offered, after all today... today was an after care day.
I half expected that he would decline, considering he once was a tit for tat person back in the day.
"Okay." He said kissing me on my forehead.
I glared at him even though it felt nice.
"WHAT?" He feigned offense, "it's not on the mouth."
I rolled my eyes and smiled despite myself.
We went into the kitchen for snacks. We talked, we laughed. All the things I said we wouldn't do. Except kiss.