The steadily increasing burden
on her most sensitive of buttons, drew her slowly from slumber. Her heartbeat quickened, but she lay perfectly still.
Where will you go with this, I wonder? Will you continue until I stir? Or will you abandon your quest if I fail to respond?
She marked time. The constant compression lingered, but still she did not move. Seconds turned to minutes as she waited. The pressure was steadfast.
Becoming impatient with the obvious lack of initiative, she stretched her body, rubbing her hip bone up against a wrist. Ahh… there it is! The inert weight morphed into slow gyrations maneuvered by thick fingers. The clasping of her labia between them wrought a contented sigh from her now parted lips.
Deliberately turning her head and opening her eyes, she looked directly into smokey blue greys watching her dreamily. Apparently, this action was the nonverbal permission slip he was looking for and a subdued voice rumbled out his desires. “Bring that ass over here,” he said, gripping her hips with wide palms and dragging her sideways until their limbs entwined and his cock was positioned where the memory of his fingers lingered.
Slow pumps of steady, gentle thrusts across her clit turned his semi rigid member extraordinarily hard and she reached out, grasping his penis to press it earnestly on her now swollen and tender nub.
They slow danced leisurely like this, rocking and breathing together, time nonexistent. He running hands over her legs, belly and breasts. She gliding fingertips over the satin smooth skin of his erection.
His abrupt and unexpected pull from her hand and push into her slick cunt shot flares of sudden irritation through her heated core. We’ll have none of that lover, she thought as she repossessed his member, halting the stabbing assault and once more positioned it over her throbbing clit.
Slipping instantly from her grasp, he pulled back and hastily forced himself inside her again. And like before, she removed him, but this time with a compulsion she didn’t quite understand.
“C’mon, let me …one in… one out.” His whiny version of a compromise combined with his insistent attempts to enter her against her wishes, unearthed a profound feeling of annoyance and something tripped in her brain.
“… No… “ This time she maintained her hold and her determination. “Don’t you dare come… and don’t you get soft either.” Her ominous, yet tempered tone affirming that this was not a request but a demand, surprised them both and they lay stock still in awe of her newly discovered domineering quality.
His docile whisper seeped into the pregnant silence. “You are in control.” And even though this submissive confession floated on a diaphanous breath, it resonated around the room like a bell toll and settled on her ears like a celebrated concerto.
“Yes … I … Am,” she confirmed with deliberate articulation, her tongue wetting the mischievous smile drawing slowly across her glistening lips.
Glancing into her lovers eyes, she pulled on his waist until he lay on his side facing her. She lay leisurely on her back, then scooted in to nestle her ass cheeks solidly against his hips, slinging her legs over him as if he was a bolster pillow.
She captured his thickened staff, positioned it between the V in her legs and used the head of his penis to massage her inflamed clitoris, objectifying him completely. This cock was here for her pleasure, it was her tool and she would use it as such. She cared nothing of his feelings, her focus was only the satisfaction of her sexual cravings.
The impossible hardness of her lover both amused and astonished her, as she presumed his arousal would most assuredly diminish with her demands. She was elated to know that he was proving her suspicions wrong.
“What are you doing to me down there?” He panted into the increasingly balmy bedroom air, the steamy smell of sex inundating their nostrils. “It feels so good.”
As if he hadn’t spoken a word, she kept silent and continued to rub vigorously, pushing past boundaries of flesh, feeling only the increasing ache of her need and the exhilarating sovereignty of control. She was grinding herself raw and relishing this new experience immensely.
The tingling pulses of climax started on her bruised clit, ran up through her belly and into her breasts, hardening her nipples. Heat ignited her skin and perspiration bloomed on her body as she growled out her long, low release.
Feral flesh temporarily satisfied, she allowed him to enter her scorching cunt. “Now… you may come.”
In three frenzied strokes, he unceremoniously grunted his way to salvation, then collapsed into an exhausted heap. “Thank you, Ma’am,” he blurted with devout gratitude that threatened to reignite the still glowing embers of her lust.
“You are welcome… pet.” The words tumbled from her upturned mouth as naturally as if she’d been saying them all of her life and she realized, she had just been baptized with the wicked, decadent, seductive orgasm of power.
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1 ounce Cointreau
1 ounce Dry Vermouth
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January 13, 2011 at 5:13 pm
Liras
Delicious. I am a fan of intense and intimate sex. Thanks.
January 13, 2011 at 7:51 pm
Vineyard Road
Thank you, Liras… intense sex *is* wonderful… isn’t it?
January 16, 2011 at 9:21 am
Liras
Yes, in our increasing disconnected and sterile world, it surely is!
January 14, 2011 at 9:07 am
Trip X
Not my favorite genre, but I must admit, it was enticing reading. Your command of language is amazing, leading one to feel as if they were in the room as an intimate spectator. Bravo Penny! Another satisfied Happy Hour participant.
January 14, 2011 at 9:14 am
Vineyard Road
So… tell me, X… if I would NOT have tagged this story with D/s or Domination, would you have viewed it differently?
I think sometimes we are swayed into thinking it will be an extreme subject when those tags are used.
This, to me… was a very gentle, newborn kind of introduction into Control. But, perhaps because I used those specific tags, it brought a *different* kind of meaning to it?
Thoughts?
January 14, 2011 at 9:37 am
Trip X
I’ll be honest, I would not have clicked on it to read if I saw D/s tag, except with certain of my favorite blogs, yours being one of them. My favorite bloggers get the same respect as I once gave Reader’s Digest Condensed Books; I read cover to cover without regard for genre, in order to increase my exposure to other writings and perhaps gain an understanding or appreciation for the subject. I don’t do mainstream suspense, but I do appreciate the writing style of Mary Higgins Clark.
January 14, 2011 at 9:46 am
Vineyard Road
So… I am to understand, that… even though this story contains absolutely no bondage, sadistic maneuvers, blindfolds or kinky *anything*… because I tagged it Domination/submission … it is *perceived* as a BDSM story… ?
My reasoning for tagging it D/s… was the mental aspect of it. Nothing at all to do with what some might perceive as hardcore.
Hmmm… perhaps my view of D/s differs from others?
January 14, 2011 at 10:23 am
Trip X
I actually liked the story. It is an introduction to D/s, as you said, and would fall under BDSM. I’ve actually read a lot of this type of material trying to understand the thought process and the mindset, but since it doesn’t thrill me, or push my buttons, I don’t normally read it.
Leave the tag, it’s appropriate. It was an erotic read, and I’ve even re-read it. I guess I’m just not the give full control to the woman type of guy, but maybe the right woman would be worth the yield.
January 14, 2011 at 10:25 am
Vineyard Road
// “I guess I’m just not the give full control to the woman type of guy, but maybe the right woman would be worth the yield.” //
Maybe… X… just maybe…
January 15, 2011 at 7:33 am
Uncle Tree
Oh, my dear.
You do know what
it’s all about.
Your ending…the whole of that last paragraph
was brilliantly devised and written to perfection!
January 15, 2011 at 9:30 am
Vineyard Road
Thank you so much, my dearest Uncle Tree!!
But… by the way, Uncle… I really don’t know what it’s all about… I’m still learning.. *wink*
January 16, 2011 at 3:13 pm
Kelly
That story left me completely satisfied. Now where’s the facial tissues? Heh heh. The dominatrix seemed to have a FIRM GRIP on things, for certain. It was mighty nice of her to allow her pet to come. And I’ll have to agree, the power you have over someone in that situation is seductive and can be very orgasmic- if you have the right TOOL(S)- Like stern verbal control, a hard wang or a ‘slick cunt’.
Thanks for the satisfaction!
January 16, 2011 at 3:45 pm
Vineyard Road
Kelly, darling… look to your right… the tissues are on the nightstand!