Power Play

“I really need to dust in here,” she thought as she kept her face shoved up against the wall as he had instructed her to. He was doing all the right things; biting her neck, pinching her nipples in the spectacularly soft and then sharp way he does, teasing her cunt over her panties in a way that usually drives her insane. However, for some reason, it just was not doing what she needed it to. She needed to feel possessed; she needed her full attention to be on what he was doing to her body and everything she wanted to do to his when he unpinned her arms and gave her the chance. But all she could think about was dusting her kitchen; her body was responding the way it was supposed to but her mind couldn’t think about anything except if she had remembered to get new Swiffer pads.

“On your knees. Now.”

“Oh thank god,” she thought, that would at least give her something to focus her attention on. Unbuttoning his jeans gave her a small jolt of the pleasure she was seeking, then the audible inhale of breath he took as she released his throbbing cock from his boxers gave her an even bigger thrill. As she took him in her mouth, she finally found the feeling she had been pursuing. Using her hands and mouth together in tandem to make him moan and squirm, the feeling of excitement and lust came together as one; power. In that moment the power was hers, even though he had given it to her by ordering her to her knees physically, she was bringing him to his sensationally. She was becoming intoxicated by the feeling of control she had over him, by the fact that he was so lost in what she was doing to him. The knowledge that she could stop at any moment and he would whimper, even just for a few seconds, for her to keep going was delighting her in the way that him being the aggressor usually did.

Keeping one of her hands stroking his shaft and the other massaging his balls, she quickly leaned her head back freeing him from her mouth, and with the sternest voice and the most serious face she could muster, she commanded him for the first time.

“Sit down with your back against the wall.” she ordered. He was so taken aback by her tone his eyes went wide, looking like he was going to argue and try to take back the control he realized he was losing, she quickly added, “Now.”

She did not know if her voice had more authority with the second statement or he just sensed how much she needed him to cooperate, but he did as he was told. Suddenly all thoughts of dust and Swiffer’s evaporated. She stood up, looked down at him, and then slipped her panties down her thighs. As he instinctively reached his hand up to cup her between her legs, she smacked his hand away and shook her head.

“You don’t get to touch me without permission, do you understand?” He tentatively nodded his head and proceeded to sit on his hands.

“Good boy. Now you’re going to stay just like that and make me come using only your mouth.”

The more she talked and took control, the less her voice seemed shaky and unsure. She was so used to following orders that giving them still felt alien. Taking a step forward so that her core was on eye level with his face she grabbed a handful of his hair and using a trick he had unknowingly taught her, she kept his head just about an inch too far away for his mouth to make contact.

“How badly do you want to taste me?”

He growled in response, one of her favorite sounds, and she felt her wetness start to run down her thighs. She tightened her grip on his hair and turned his face up so he had to make eye contact with her.

“I asked you a question, and I expect a real answer. Now, how badly do you want to taste me?”

“So much that if you don’t loosen that grip of yours, I’m going to have a bald spot. I can only hold myself back for so long.”

“Good answer, but next time try it with a little less sass.”

She hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, let go of his hair and finally let his mouth make contact. He started slow; turning his head to bite her thighs, then making one light loops with his tongue around her clit. Teasing her and trying to control the situation in any way he could. She knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up the pretense for long though. With a growl, he started going full force, sucking her clit in earnest and then maneuvering his head so he was able to penetrate her with his tongue. It wouldn’t be long until she came, he had always had a tongue worth its weight in gold, but she didn’t want the game to end.

“After you make me-FUCK-come this way, you’re going to get to use your hands-OH-as I ride you until we both orgasm. Would you like that?”

The snarl she received in response sent a jolt of moisture straight through her, partly because of how much she enjoyed the sound and partly because the force with which it vibrated her clit.

“We already had a talk about this. However, since it’s rude to talk with your mouth full, I guess I’ll let it slide.” She said, trying her hardest not to moan, and almost succeeding.

Then with one fell swoop of his tongue around her clit, she was off. She was a mess of moaning and panting, grabbing his hair, and she punctuated all that with a few “FUCKS” for good measure. When her leg that was hoisted on his shoulder felt slightly less like a gelatinous blob, she sank onto his lap, letting her wetness rub the underside of his throbbing length, but carefully avoiding penetration.

“I need to be inside you. Please.”

Hearing him say please, combined with the rocking of their hips, almost brought her to another climax.

“Easy. I want to kiss you first. I want to taste myself and you together.”

“Can I use my hands yet at least?”

“Oh. I suppose so.”

With one hand he gently cupped her face, and used the other to grip her ass so hard she knew she would have a bruise the next day. Then he leaned his face as close to hers as he could without touching, a trick they were both apparently fond of, making her close the distance and as their lips touched she no longer cared who was in control. The kiss was soft at first, mimicking the slow rocking movement they were continuing down below. But within a few seconds the hand that had been affectionately holding her face was clutching a handful of her hair at the nape of her neck, and hers were taking turns between clawing his shoulders and pulling his body starkly against her. Their need to be joined was growing stronger with every swirl of their tongues.

She reached between them to take hold of him, and she raised her hips slightly.

Their lips finally broke apart so they could moan together as she couldn’t help but slam herself onto him. Using the hard floor to her advantage, she found her rhythm and pumped herself up and down on his cock. Kissing and clutching him until the friction between them caused her legs to start shaking and as the orgasm built, she could tell he was right there with her. She started to come and as her muscles contracted around him, she felt him start to release himself inside her and to keep himself from screaming out he bit down on her neck, hard. Crying out, she let herself fall into her climax fully, and when she finally came back down to earth, her head was nestled on his shoulder.

“Good girl,” he said, wrapping his arms around her, “But tomorrow, it’s my turn.”

She fell asleep smiling.