A good boy knows when to take control (Fantasy Storytime #2)

January 24

#Gentle #FemDom #PleasureSub

I know I've had a long day at work when the only thing I want is to lay down in bed and sleep, pushing aside all of the other plans or needs, and this is something he knows very well. Female domination is not just about having him meet my every need whenever I tell him to, but also about him taking control to meet them even when he hasn't been told to. A pleasure sub knows when to please.

Last night I watched him as he turned off the lights and followed me under the covers. Like any other night, I felt his bare chest press onto my back and his arms wrap around my waist to wish me goodnight. The feeling of having him so close to me sent shivers through my body, making my chest stiffen in icy peaks, despite the burning sensation that had already been slowly building up between my thighs, and that I'd been trying to ignore. He noticed.

“Are you feeling alright? You're burning up..”, he whispered in my ear after feeling my skin and followed it with a kiss on my back.
Before even finishing my thought, I felt his fingers slide right past the lining of my underwear, and his fingers running over my bare skin. “Fuck... you're soaked…” I felt his hot breath as he moaned in my ear. His fingers did not stop or distance for a second, sliding up and down, getting more and more saturated while saying: “you..are..dripping..”.

“ugh, fuck-" I thought to myself- ".. that feels too good" but responded, listening more to my aching muscles and tired mind “I know I am...but I'm too tired to do something about it tonight. I have work in 6 hours - I can't get carried away now. I need all the sleep I can get”.

“You're messing with me, right? Like I'd be able to sleep now having *how wet you are* on my conscience?", he chuckled and scoffed, adding "That's why I'm here”, before sliding his body under the covers and pushing them just enough off of us for me to see him get ready to eat me out. He glanced over at me just in time to catch my lips getting ready to talk back to him, and cut me off with confidence in his tone. “I don't want you to do anything. Don’t rock your hips, don't pull my hair, don't moan. Sit. I'll clean up this mess you've made- and if you are going to fall asleep, that's fine.”
“Nothing?” I thought to myself. As soon as his tongue started tasting me, I said, “Do nothing? Then how would you know you're doing it right?”. I'm not one to underestimate my own pleasure sub, but I'd lie if I said his cockiness wasn't the first thing that always needed to be kept in check.

I felt his smile form right on top of the soaked mess I'd made between my legs. He gave it one firm and deep lick, lifting up his head to look at me, his tongue still connected to it through little strings of slimy need and desire.
“Oh, I'll know...” he said, lowering himself back to eat me, drinking and slurping every last drop of me. His tongue is perfection, hitting every single spot, making my clit weaker and weaker, but tonight all it was doing was making me drip more and more. He kept drinking me until he noticed, saying...

“It's not enough, is it, Doll? You need more than that right now” and he was right. I nodded, watching his body rising and towering over me, eager to satisfy, reaching his hand into his boxers to pull himself out.
His cock was a dripping hard mess from eating me out. Making me even more needy to get up, taste him, drain him, but as soon as my hands started to wander, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head on the bed, holding them under one hand and using his other to position himself inside me, before moving it above his thrusting cock to silence my clit and tell me once more with a firm yet devoted tone “You'll hate the hell out of me tomorrow if I let you get carried away like that!”

From then on everything was fucking silent. I'm sure that if I listened, the sounds of him pounding me, the heavy breathing, the moaning, the grunting - it was all there - but in my head, I was not even human, let alone there.

All I could do was feel how good it was, how the hold he had on my wrists was making me feel so secure under all of his power- the power which he held, but I owned. How my tight pussy was taking each of his slow and deep strokes, and how my clit was growing more sensitive until neither of us could take it anymore.

I felt myself getting closer and closer, and watched him react as my pussy tightened even more around his cock, feeling so ecstatic to have him on top of me, going so deeply, filling me up. His thumb teased my clit until I couldn't take it anymore. My thighs stiffened around him as he got me closer and closer, loving the feel of every single inch of him inside me, getting me wasted, cumming and shaking, all my thoughts disappeared and my body went limp.
“Fuck...”
I spent a while catching my breath and rearranging my mind, while he lowered himself again to clean me up with his tongue. Every stroke his tongue made, caused my legs to shake again. “Good boy…”.

He added, “You came so hard. That was one of the strongest ones you've had in a long, long time..” and chuckled, still catching his breath.