by Megan West
I expected him to know that was how long he had to wait before he went crawling into the bedroom after me. And, yes, he damn well better have known he had to crawl.
I sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide open for him to see my pussy, and waited. I playfully ran a finger up and down my wet slit and then pushed my thumb against my clit, not being shy about moaning loudly for him to hear. After all, it would get him all the more worked up to know I was in there pleasuring myself.
I looked at the clock and saw it was about time for him to come in so I continued running my index finger up and down my slit, enjoying the way his eyes grew even darker with lust when he crawled in and saw. I snapped and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of me. He wasted no time in complying and crawled over to the spot, resting on his knees with his ass on his feet like an obedient puppy dog.
I smiled at him. This was all too much fun. He was behaving and that pleased me, but I also wanted to feel the joy of punishing him. I looked down at him with a smug smile.
“Can I help you?” my tone was a bit edgy, but it was what I intended. I was curious to know what he would answer.
"You called me over,” he responded. I could tell he was unsure.
I tapped my finger on my lips and shook my head. “I don’t think that’s a proper answer to my question,” I finally said. I sounded disappointed. He would have to pay for the disrespect later on… Or perhaps he would pay for it now. “This won’t do,” I added. He looked at me and I knew he was trying to keep a straight face.
I could tell he was definitely confused. He knew the game and liked it, but was unsure what I wanted from him. He didn’t know how to answer my questions, but it was all part of the fun of training, was it not? I would be calling the shots anyway and it was best for him to give in as much as possible, trying his best to please me in every which way. I even saw a bit of shame wash over his face for feeling as if he were failing my little tests. They were simple questions, but I was glad he was so quickly learning his place.
He looked down. "I'm sorry,” he whispered earnestly with his head still bowed. He meant it, but must have also known it was exactly the type of behavior I wanted from him. "I am here to serve you," he finally added.
That was the cue. I dropped down to my knees in front of him and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. I looked into his eyes and very deliberately said, “Be my master.”
Chapter Three
Matthew couldn’t contain his grin. It almost broke the moment, but he hastily pressed his lips against me. That was the real surprise. I was always the dominant one and he loved it, but had recently expressed his curiosity at what it would be like if we switched. So I had reserved it for a special occasion and that was the little surprise I had planned for him.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips as he cupped my cheek. “Really?”
“Do you dare question my command?” My eyes were burning into his. I knew he would never do such a thing, but I loved watching him squirm mentally. I loved watching him squirm period. But tonight wasn’t about that.
He shook his head and stood up at once. The tip of his dick hit my cheek and I stuck my tongue out to swipe it along his shaft. He snapped his fingers.
“Did I say you could do that?” I looked up at him in shock. It hadn’t even taken a full minute for our roles to be reversed. This was even more promising than I had originally thought.
He walked over and sat on the edge of bed. He looked straight at me. I turned around to face him, but remained on my knees, waiting for whatever he ordered me to do. That was when he told me to stand up and demanded I strip for him. I did as I was told. I stood up slowly and stared into his eyes with determination. I started to unzip the black, leather bustier from the side, but he snapped his fingers and shook his head. I stopped and stared at him in confusion. What exactly did he want? I was actually taking off my clothes in front of him for his enjoyment.
“Strip for me,” he emphasized. “Don’t just take off your clothes,” he clarified.
I stood there staring at him, trying to figure out what to do when he reached over to the nightstand and turned on the radio. He changed through stations looking for the perfect music and stopped when he found some sensual jazz. He nodded in approval and raised the volume just enough to set the mood.
I started to sway my hips sensually from side to side along to the rhythm of the music, running my hands all over my own body, slow and enticing. His eyes followed my movements with rapt attention. I grabbed the zipper of my black, leather bustier and slowly slid it down, turning to the side so he could see every inch of skin as it became exposed.
I peeled the leather off my skin slowly, body rolling as I did. Then it dropped to the ground. I spun around before gripping the waistband of my skirt and slowly shimmying out of it until it was on the floor along with the bustier. I stood in front of him for some time, moving along with the music, wearing nothing but my black lace bra and new leather heels.
He licked his lips and nodded in approval. That was when I saw him reach down and undo his own pants and pull out his rock hard cock. He stroked it as I turned slowly and bent over for him to see my ass sticking up in the air. Then I turned back around to face him and took off my bra, extending my arm and dropping it on the ground.
“Come here,” he instructed in a low, deep tone of voice. It sent a shiver down my spine. I walked forward until I was standing in front of him.
“On your knees,” he demanded. Slowly, I sank to my knees without question and without breaking eye contact. It wasn’t an act of defiance and I hoped that remained clear to him. I waited for whatever he ordered me to do next.
That was when he let go of his dick and leaned back on the bed, palms resting on the surface.
“Suck it,” he ordered. He said it in a demeaning way, as if my sole purpose in life was to give him pleasure. I had no idea why it excited me so much. I pulled my hair back and twisted it before leaning forward and closing my mouth around the thick head of his cock. It was already slick with precum, which I tasted as soon as it was in my mouth.
I swiped the tip of my tongue over the slit of his cock to lap up the wetness. With a heavy pant he firmly grabbed a lock of my hair to twist it around his hand. He pushed my head all the way down until I swallowed his entire length. My gag reflex lurched a cough out of me. I choked so he pulled my head back until he was entirely out of my mouth. I gasped for a breath and he gave me a couple minutes to do so before shoving his entire length in my mouth one more time. When he pulled my head back and I looked up at him, he was smirking. He let go of my hair in favor of grabbing my chin and pulling me up until I got the clue to actually stand up.
“Straddle me,” he commanded.
I felt a jolt of excitement run through me. I placed a leg on either side of him and straddled him. Both of us groaned at the same time when we felt the skin on skin contact of his dick pressing against my wetness. The head of his cock was covered in my liquids and I knew it would be easy for him to shove it all the way inside me at once. Tightly, he held on to my waist with one hand and slapped my breasts with the other.
I winced. That was something he had never done before. Then he pinched each one of my nipples hard and I let out a little squeal each time. He had certainly pinched my nipples playfully in the past, but never in a punishing way like he just had. Without warning he smacked the side of my ass hard, causing me to yelp and jump slightly. He let out a low, delighted chuckle.
“On your back,” he instructed, pointing to the bed. I nodded and scrambled to position myself on the bed, instinctively spreading my legs as wide as I could for him. He looked quite pleased with my obedience.
It was unexpected when he positioned his body between my legs so that he could dip his head down between my thighs and run the tip of his tongue up and down my soaking slit. I didn’t expect such a delightful treat from him this time around. I moaned and writhed beneath him from the sheer pleasure of it. That was when I felt his teeth li
ghtly sink into the side of my outer lips and I cried out loud from pain.
I knew it was odd, but now I understood. That had been his plan. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but all I knew was I didn’t want him to stop moving forward. He held my thighs tightly and dug the tips of his fingers into my flesh until I whimpered. Then I felt his teeth sink into the other side of my pussy lips, this time a bit harder than the first. I slammed my hand down on the bed and cried out, feeling hot tears spill out from the corners of my eyes.
He wasn’t biting me too hard but it was, of course, a very sensitive area and a brand new sensation for me. Then I felt relief when he inserted his tongue inside my slit and made little circular movements. In no time at all, he was making me moan and writhe once again from a lot of intense pleasure.
I whimpered when he pulled his head back. I wanted more and he had been doing such a great job of working me up, but I also knew he wasn’t going to let me orgasm that easily. I was sure he still wanted to play with me a little longer. Sure enough, he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up so they were sticking straight up in the air. He rubbed the bottom of my thighs before smacking them, three times in a row on each. They were short and rapid smacks that stung and I immediately felt tears spring to the corners of my eyes. That wasn’t the end. He upped it and delivered five slaps on each leg right on the same spot before rubbing them.
He brought my legs back down and roughly shoved them open. He reached forward and rubbed my soaking wet slit to smear my liquids over my hip bone as he moved his body up between my legs. He gripped my hips tightly and dug his thumbs deep into my flesh until I was struggling, trying to evade the pain. He pushed his hips forward and I stilled when I felt the head of his dick push up against my slit.
He pushed forward a bit more until the head of his cock eased inside of me. I could feel the ridge rubbing against my clit and it took every single ounce of self-control for me not to start pushing my hips against him. I was still wearing the thigh high fishnet stockings so he pulled one of the bands up and let it snap against my skin. I gasped sharply and winced. He chuckled, running one of his hands up my stomach to pinch one of my nipples. It was at that exact moment that he pushed the length of his dick inside me. I instantly arched my back and moaned. I had been so ready to feel him inside.
He pulled out of me and looked into my eyes with a grin before pushing half his length inside again. I writhed and gave in by pushing my hips up, wanting him to go in deep. That was exactly what he wanted; he pushed my hips down harshly and slapped my breasts a few times until they were flushed red. I whimpered and stilled my body, except for my chest that heaved with every breath I took.
“Do not do that,” he warned me. I whimpered and nodded. All I wanted was to feel him inside me again. This was almost too much to take. I had never experienced anything quite like it, not with him or anybody else.
He took hold of my waist and pulled my body toward him, pushing the entire length of his dick inside. I moaned loud and breathy as I clenched my eyes. I gripped the bed sheets as he started thrusting in long, slow strokes. He went in deeper each time until he picked up the pace. He lifted my body onto his legs and penetrated me deep at an angle, sending a new wave of sensations over my body.
“Oh! Fuck,” I moaned out lout. He slapped the side of my leg, but didn’t stop thrusting.
He guided me to turn over onto all fours and started fucking me from behind. In just a couple minutes he was practically pouring into me, making my body move back and forth with the force. I felt his hand wrap around so he could rub my clit and I opened my mouth, practically screaming as I felt the intense orgasm run through my body. My body gave out and I collapsed forward onto the bed, but it didn’t stop him from thrusting. He kept going hard and fast until I felt his hot load shoot into me.
Matthew pulled out and a mixture of my liquids and his cum dribbled down my inner thigh. I sighed out of relieved exhaustion before curling up on my side. Immediately, I felt his body behind mine as he pulled me into his arms and held me tight. He kissed the nape of my neck and then massaged my legs, the side of my ass, every inch of me he could reach. I felt like I was floating on drunk pleasure and needed to close my eyes.
This was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, but it was amazing. I wasn’t hesitant to do it again although I thought it best to keep it for special occasions. After a long stretch of silence, I finally turned over to face him. I peered at him through the messy locks of hair covering my face. He swept them off my cheeks and smiled sweetly.
“Thanks for my surprise,” he said softly.
I smiled. He spoiled me constantly so I thought it would be fair to do a little something for him. As I had suspected when I was getting ready, he had absolutely loved his surprise. I merely nodded and leaned forward to sweetly press my lips against his. He continued to run his hands through my hair and look deep into my eyes. It was such a sweet and tender moment. He was definitely not like any of the other men I had dated.
Although he spoiled me, he not once had made me feel like he was buying my time or love. Love. Was I really thinking of that word related to him? I tried to think of another time I had even thought of it, but nothing came to mind.
“Matthew,” I said. I felt the words on the tip of my tongue I couldn’t bring myself to actually say them. I wondered if he had an inkling what I wanted to tell him. The look in his eyes suggested he did.
It seemed my pause had gone on too long because he furrowed his brows and asked, “Trish?”
Maybe he felt it too, but I didn’t want to say it yet. Maybe it was the time, but I wasn’t ready. Instead I reached it and caressed his cheek.
“I'm glad you liked your surprise,” I told him. It was true. It wasn’t what I had originally intended to tell him, but it was something I wanted to say. He had shown how much he liked it and I’d had an idea of it before we even got started. But it was still nice to have actually gone through with it and experienced it together.
“Did you doubt I would for even a second?” He grinned. It was a sweet, almost goofy grin I rarely saw. When it did make an appearance, however, I loved it. It always made me feel like I had done something right by him. In fact, I had never seen him grin that way at anybody else.
I giggled and shook my head. Any nerves I had felt about the actual execution of it all had gone away as soon as we had gotten started. And when he took control, I felt safe. That wasn’t something I had expected, especially not in that moment or situation.
It was absolutely the sweetest time we had ever spent together. I realized just how secure I felt with him by my side. There was truly something special about him.
Yes, I loved him.
No, I wasn’t ready to say it. I realized it was perfectly okay to wait until I felt the time was right to tell him.
And I knew that time would be soon.
One
"It's just weird, that's all I'm saying," Henry said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Why is it weird, though? He’s one of your oldest friends and he’s going to be in town for a few days. It makes sense to me that he’d be our house guest.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“It’s weird because Clark isn’t exactly a house guest type of guy.”
I laughed, “I guess I can see your point there.”
“It’s also weird because this trip came completely out of the blue.”
I turned around and finished wiping down the kitchen counters. Henry thought this was a sudden trip for Clark, but I knew better. I knew this little visit had been in the works for over a month now. It was a little surprise. Well, more like a huge one. I gripped the scrub in my hand tightly and drew in a deep breath. Just the thought of Clark being in our house by nightfall made my heart race. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t seen the man in nearly three years. There was no doubt in my mind the spark would still exist between us, just like it had since we’d known each other.
“I think the kitchen is fine now.
”
Henry’s voice brought me back to the present. I looked at the shining counter and then up at my husband with a guilty grin. I was enough of a neat freak that he wouldn’t question my intense scrubbing. There was no reason for him to suspect anything about the sorts of private thoughts he’d interrupted. I tossed the scrub in the trash and then washed my hands before moisturizing them.
“The place looks great,” Henry said as I took a seat beside him on the couch.
I leaned my head against his shoulder. He was right. Even though our house was typically nice and tidy, it looked especially great now that we were to have a houseguest. I turned to look at him and gave him a mischievous grin.
“What? What’s on your mind?”
I kissed his cheek. Then I kissed the corner of his mouth before finally capturing his lips with mine. It took him by surprise, but he had no objections. I turned my body toward him and placed my hand on his chest. I wasn’t imagining Clark when I was kissing my husband, but he was still on my mind. For some reason, a wave of guilt washed over me and I pulled away from the kiss.
