She appraises my body, the bed, the room, like she’s trying to figure out what she wants next.
She takes a few steps, her hand on my sternum as her thumb tenderly rubs my skin, before she looks up at me.
Our height difference is staggering, and it makes the dynamic an even bigger turn on for me. That we both know if I wanted to, I could pick her up and toss her on the bed and have my way with her, but I don’t want to.
I want to please this small woman. I want a 10 next to power dynamics, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get a perfect grade.
“Be good and lie on the bed,” she says, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my pec.
I take a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling, before doing as she asks, my head on the pillow, my naked body on display as she follows suit, cautiously straddling my abdomen.
“Can I touch?” I ask, feeling needy as fuck. Thankfully, she seems to enjoy me this way.
“My hips,” she says, and my hands are automatically there, touching and squeezing the junction where her legs meet her ass. “You like pleasing me?”
I nod, taking a moment to take in her body. How good the deep red looks against her pale skin, and the stark contrast of her dark hair.
“You need to make me come before you, don’t you, beautiful boy?”
A rattled breath slips out of me, and she smiles. How can she be so fucking good at this for her first try? She must be god’s gift to switches, using what she likes when someone else is in charge of me, and I’m eating up every second.
“More than anything,” I say, her eyes hazily shutting before her nails lightly drag against my chest. It’s not hard enough to even leave sexual trails against my skin. But it’s soft enough to have my balls aching, and my dick weeping pathetically.
“Should I ride your face, Ben? Do you think you’ll earn me riding your cock if I come in your mouth first?”
I’ve died and gone to sex club heaven.
8
A VERY GOOD BOY
Beingthe dominant one is more fun than I expected. I more than enjoy being the one who’s told what to do, talked through it. Really, I just wanted to get a taste of what it was like to be on the other side of things. I just didn’t realize it would be this sweet.
Sure, I wasn’t as aggressive as some of the men I’ve been with, but I like that Ben listens, that he wants to please me, and he does so eagerly.
I’m almost shocked that it’s the same man who talked me through the first sexual encounter I ever had with someone besides my ex, but it makes calling the shots just a little more pleasurable.
He could throw me around, no problem. Physically, I have no chance when it comes to how big he is. Truly, my fantasies don’t even do him justice.
But size doesn’t matter in this dynamic. It’s me in charge, and him wanting to please me, which excites me.
His eyes nearly glazed over when I told him he had to earn it. I know exactly how he feels right now, and I enjoy making him feel this way. Almost as much as I’m soaking up every command he follows so beautifully.
I feel sexy, empowered, and so fucking aroused.
I’m soaking wet as I shift my body further up his chest, my hands resting on the wall as my thighs rest against each side of his head. His fingers dig into the side of my hips as I adjust my center against his lips.
He licks over my panties, and a sharp breath escapes me as I watch him. This position is a complete representation of how much I relish being in charge right now. His body is completely out of my purview and all that I can see is his handsome face, his mouth working to please me.
Ben swipes his tongue against the lace, my panties drenched with a mixture of my arousal and his saliva.
“Can I move your panties?” he asks, placing a kiss against my mound.
“You’ve been so sweet. I’ll do it for you,” I tell him.
I can feel him shifting beneath me as his breath hitches and I slide the undergarment to the side, granting him full access. He moans as he grabs my hips so hard that he might actually leave fingerprint-shaped bruises.
His eyes shut as he licks and sucks on my clit, like he’s savoring me, clearly enjoying himself.
