Thank you, Uncle Ed, and years of jiu jitsu. I keep Daniel’s wrists pinned with one hand while I unbutton his shirt. I know he wants to jump me, but sometimes it’s more fun taking my time and knowing my eager boy wants at me.
Still, underneath me, he struggles a little. Just enough to test my grip and control.
He loves to struggle against me and I have to admit I think it’s fun, too.
Obviously, if he wasn’t into it, I’d stop. Except he enjoys me being able to overpower him.
One-handed, I unfasten his belt and trousers and part them. His squirming ceases as his eyes dropped closed and he softly moans when I cup his erection through his briefs.
“You were a good boy for me today,” I whisper. “That means you’ve earned a reward.” When his eyes open to look up at me, I see the sweet, glazed expression has returned.
I lightly squeeze him, making him moan again. He’s beyond coherent thought right now, and I love that he trusts me enough to let go of his tightly reined control with me.
Everywhere else in his life, he keeps a stranglehold on himself.
Only with me does he let go and submit.
I reach up and roll his right nipple between my thumb and forefinger, then the left. Back and forth I repeat that, until his cock’s tenting his briefs again and twitching with every torment while he rocks his hips against the air.
I lean in. “Strip. Now.” Then I sit back, releasing him and mentally giggling as it takes a few seconds for my command to filter through his haze of need and desire to lodge itself in his brain as an actionable statement.
He sits up and quickly races to peel off his clothes while I stand and shed my jacket before I slowly loosen my tie.
Once he’s naked, except for the bracelet on his right wrist, and I’m still in shirtsleeves and trousers, I push him back onto the bed and stalk up it to him. Shoving his legs wide open, I kneel and lick a slow path along the underside of his cock. At the head a thin string of pre-cum trails to his abs. I lick that, too.
His needy, desperate whines meet my every touch.
This is something I missed with the others I “dated” before meeting him. And by date I mean grabbing a bite to eat before taking them back to their place to spank them and jerk them off.
There was no…connection. Not a deep emotional one like I feel with Daniel.
Bottoming and submitting are linked, but different. Just like topping and dominating.
No one I dated between college and now eversubmittedto me before Daniel, because I never asked it of them. I didn’t feel like dominating them.
I mean, no one since my ghost.
I just needed to spank them and blow some steam with them. If you asked me their names, most of them, I’m sad to say, I couldn’t recall beyond maybe their first name. Most of them, I wouldn’t recognize them if they walked up to me and said hello.
My boy’s different. Daniel has always submitted to me, ever since our first night together, even before we reached the restaurant.
I’ve always wanted to dominate him.
I shoulder his thighs apart and cup his balls with one hand while I begin licking and sucking his cock. This is something I take my time with, savoring it, enjoying every ounce of desperation my actions create within him.
He wants me.
I love the feel of his hands clutching at my shoulders and slipping against my shirt, or grabbing and tugging on my hair. The way he rocks his hips and tries to urge me faster, more.
More.
He always wants more with me, begs for more.
He’s never ashamed to introduce me as his boyfriend. The first time he did, I nearly burst into tears I didn’t understand and had to excuse myself to the bathroom to regroup.
I didn’t realize how hard it would hit me, the acceptance.
The reciprocal bond we share.
