Jess
Here’s a dirty little secret about me.
When I said I was a neat freak, that wasn’t actually the full story. It would be more accurate to say I’m a control freak.
And that most absolutely, positively, certainly extends to the bedroom.
And luckily for Phoenix, he was about to find out what all that entailed.
I learned quickly after I left home that people who took control were people who did not get trifled with. At first, my compulsion toward control was almost a survival mechanism; men who might have thought they could tell me what to do or even get violent with me quickly changed their minds when they saw how aggressive I could be. As I got older, though, I found a way to turn that into something enjoyable, something pleasurable.
I learned how to both please a man and please myself by being the one in charge in bed. Most men just laid back and took it; the smart ones, the ones who knew how to turn on a controller, “fought back” but ultimately let me win. A few were a little too aggressive and stupid to figure out what was going on, but as long as I had some sway in how things went, it got me so aroused as to guarantee an experience I’d want to relive over and over.
Phoenix was by no means a Ph.D. from an Ivy League university, but he wasn’t an idiot. And I could tell by the way he reacted when I pulled him in that he knew how to handle me.
When I pulled him in for that kiss in the bedroom, I saw something in his eyes that I just didn’t see on the faces of most bikers.
Surprise.
Some of them thought they never projected fear, but they were the naïve and stupid ones. They just didn’t show fear in the “screaming woman from a horror movie” type of way. But even with that blind spot, very rarely did they show genuine surprise at anything.
Phoenix might have expected that I would be enthused by the prospect of sex. He might have expected me to want him. But he definitely didn’t think that I would overwhelm him like this.
“Holy shit!” he mumbled as my hands clawed at his back and head. “You’re gonna—”
“Fuck you?” I growled into his ear. “You’re damn right.”
Phoenix tried to push me back to force me to the bed, but this was my time to lead the erotic dance. I used his momentum and weight to my advantage, turning him back and shoving him onto the bed. I jumped onto him, causing him to grunt under the pressure. But he was still hard as a boulder, and with the apparent size of one to boot.
I started giggling and laughing. I took a special delight when there was a major discrepancy between expectations and reality, and the surprise Phoenix showed was among the highest I’d ever seen. Poor biker was so used to getting his way, and now he had no control.
What an utter shame.
“God, this is gonna be fucking awesome.”
I had my hands on his jeans, the fingers on my right hand curled under the denim. If I extended them just a little further in, I could have begun stroking his tip. Oh, it was tempting.
But part of the fun of being in control was that I didn’t need to go all out, full-speed fucking all the time. I could torture him with a little bit of slow play.
And I had to say, I didn’t think I’d ever met a man who didn’t like a little slow play. They might have begged me to go faster, but the more they begged, the slower things got.
“Is that what you think?” I said, making Phoenix started to squirm. And I hadn’t even touched his cock yet! “Don’t you know I can make this experience whatever you want it to be? Or I can utterly ignore you and do things only for myself?”
Poor Phoenix. I didn’t think he had ever been contained and controlled in such a fashion. The shock in his eyes… it was a massive turn-on.
“Luckily, I like you,” I said as I unbuttoned his pants and let my fingers brush over the outline of his quivering dick underneath his boxers. “And because I like you, that means I might just make it fucking awesome.”
I ran my fingers under his shirt, scratched his belly, and smirked as he quivered. So, he had a ticklish spot. How unfortunate for him.
How fortunate for me.
“Take off your shirt and cut. Now.”
“You—”
“Don’t question me.”
This is so fun,I thought. Just minutes ago, we were on the verge of tears and sharing intimate secrets. Now—perhaps because we’d allowed ourselves to get so close—I felt so much more ready to take some control back of myself.
