Under His Dominance and Control

His Path To Control

 

There was no denying him that night, even if I’d wanted to. Those dark eyes gazed at me with even more intensity than usual. Not just at me; over me. Up and down my body, stretched out naked next to him on the bed, already tired and sore from the previous night’s exertions. Exertions that were with another and he was reclaiming his pussy. 

Reclaiming His Pussy While Taking Charge

Mono in our genders, I have the freedom to sate my need for girl-sex with his full knowledge and approval. They give me something he can’t; he gives me something they can’t. He likes that fact. The only man. Not a slave, a ‘real man’. The only cock that gets to fuck me, to feel me. Reclaiming his pussy meant making me beg, moan, scream and plead.

Still, the knowledge that someone else has fucked his lady, even if it is a girl, draws the possessiveness out in him. Not a negative, unhealthy jealousy; an enjoyable realization of attraction and passion. A reminder to us both that we lust for each other as well as love one another. All day when I returned home to him I’d caught him silently looking at me with ‘that’ look, then sidling up for a quick grope of his woman, or whispering promised threats that made my cunt sing with anticipation.

Life dictated that we had to wait until bedtime, but the wait made our passion concentrated and undeniable. This wasn’t to be a lazy, sleepy fuck. Reclaiming his pussy was going to be an explosion.  The hidden key of desire and possession. As his eyes relished seeing my body next to him, naked, his, ready for the taking, my skin prickled with goosebumps. Anticipation reaching its peak before the moment is properly realized. I had the sudden realization that my throat was so dry, but there was no time to remedy that. Not with water, in any case.

Power, Respect, and Reclaiming His Pussy

A click and his laptop closed. Another movement and it was on the floor. It was time to reclaim his pussy. I had been staring at him for a while, I realized. Curious to know how his desire, which had been so obvious all day through looks and feel, would manifest itself once we had time alone together. I know him, of course. I knew he’d take me back and hard – reclaiming me good and proper for both our enjoyment.

He moved on his side to face me, both of us on top of the bed. His nose almost touching mine. There’s no argument that could ever be brooked with those dark eyes, brooding doesn’t even come close. Determined? Of course. Expectant. Dominant. In control. To be obeyed without question or hesitation.

To stare into them means to know this is what you really want, to know your own mind and be strong enough to go where it and he leads. I’m proud enough to face those eyes openly and without hiding or running. They were out of focus range, suddenly and his mouth was on mine, tasting and invading. The first penetration.

The sense of additional warmth the length of my body, not just his body moving close against mine as he pulled me towards him, but the thrill of the day’s thoughts realized. A momentary daze and I was kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm reclaiming his pussy.

Craving His Power and Presence

A wordless communication that I wanted him, fuck, please take me now reclaiming his pussy. Our legs tangled in that familiar way and his hands held my face still with one, the other hand moving from hip to waist to breast to toy with my nipple. A nipple which seemed to be directly wired to my clit.

More reminding myself to breathe, more tongue enveloping the other’s, more fingers in each other’s hair and a rapid tempo increase to proceedings. He broke away from me suddenly, ripped off his boxers and kicked them out of the bed.

Returning to laying on his back he thrust my head down forcefully and made me suck his cock, which I doubt could be any bigger or harder. The type of erection that you’d swear was on a hair-trigger, except he has more control than that, of course. The hands-free cock-bobbing was soon stilled by my eager-to-please mouth, ready to please him in the ways only I can.

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