“You always have all of the control, Mr. Bossypants. You know that.” She pushes on my chest again. “Get on your back. You’ll like what I’m going to do.Promise.”
The struggle in my head is a battle between something utterly dark and blindingly bright. The Dom inside me wrestles to hold onto complete control, but the brilliance of her light grows, and the darkness within me fades. I give in to her and the maddening, exasperating desire to give her what shewants.
Iconcede.
I. Obey. My.Submissive.
And it makes me want to hit the fucking panicbutton.
Together we turn over and she gets on top on me, her legs spread wide and straddling my groin. I instantly wrap my arms around her hips to regain some control of thesituation.
Okay. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all. I can handlethis.
She flattens her palms against my chest and rubs them up and down my chest. “You have a beautifulbody.”
“I’m glad you think so. I work hard forit.”
“I believe you; no one looks like this without working forit.”
She rolls my nipples between her thumb and index fingers and then pinches my nipples, sending a message to my dick, telling it to wake the fuck up. And it does, despite the orgasm I justhad.
The “Just Breathe” song ends and the next begins. This one I recognize immediately. “You’re a Kings of Leonfan?”
“Yeah. ‘Conversation Piece’ is my favorite song on thisalbum.”
“Agreed. It’s a greatsong.”
She lowers her body against mine, and her silky nightgown glides against my skin. Her elbows press into the pillow on each side of my head, and she kisses my mouth. I move my hands to the backs of her thighs and skate them upward until they reach her bare cheeks. I dig my fingers into her fleshy ass and spread her cheeks apart. For a moment, I consider dipping my finger into her slick pussy from behind and then slowly sliding it into her asshole. She’d like it. Hell, she’d love it. I know she would if she’d just give it achance.
I want her asshole so fucking bad. I’m obsessed with it. And I’m going to have it. But I resist the temptation of trying to get in it tonight. Tonight is abouther.
My hands abandon her ass cheeks and move around to her stomach, sliding up her torso beneath the silky fabric. I palm her breasts, her hands cupping over mine, and her nipples harden more beneath mytouch.
Her own hands move up her chest to her shoulders, and then to the back of her neck as she rotates her hips, grinding her groin against mine. Reminds me of that scene fromUrban Cowboywhere Sissy rides that mechanical bull like she’s fuckingit.
She reaches for the bottom of her chemise and pulls it over her head, tossing it to the floor. She is without one single bit of doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Everything about her is perfect tome.
She rises to her knees and grips the base of my cock. Somehow, it’s hard again, and she positions the tip at her warm entrance, drenching wet with the mixture of her pussy juices and my cum. Her body sinks down slowly, and my cock slips into her until I’m buried balls deep inside her. She leans back, placing her hands on my thighs for support, and begins moving up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm. And fuck, it feelsfantastic.
I haven’t had sex in this position since I was in my early twenties. That’s when I became a Dom. I got my first taste of ultimate control over another person in the bedroom, and there was no way that I was going to relinquish thatcontrol.
Until now with EmmaLia.
Unbelievable. Mon bebelle asks and I cave to her after almost noargument.
I thought that I was craving an unbroken woman because I wanted to be her first Dom and train her to my particular tastes. But maybe that isn’t the only reason. Is it possible that my craving is a need for something other than dominance and submission? Something…normal?
Normal. I hate that fucking word somuch.
I don’t know what’s happening to me. The only thing that I know for sure right now is that Emma Lia’s pussy feels like heaven around mycock.
Her hands leave my thighs, and she leans forward, her palms flattened on my chest, and I regret telling her to keep her hair up. I want to see her gorgeous chestnut locks cascading down hershoulders.
“Take your hair down forme.”
She doesn’t hesitate to reach up and remove the fastener holding her topknot in place. When her hair falls down, she pushes her fingers in at the roots and fluffs itout.
“You are so fuckingbeautiful.”
