its way to hard when she walked into the room, and it grew as he talked. She understood his need to please, but... “Brent's always quick to respond on your behalf, but he's not here and I'd like you to consider answering my questions as an element of your submission to me. I realize you aim to mold yourself into whatever I need, and it's one of the many things I treasure about you, but there are times, like now, I'd like to know where your head is.” She paused, held his gaze. “Telling me your wishes doesn't mean you'll get them."
He looked up, the depths of his submission showing in his eyes. “I want your attention, and I want to see you getting off by using me for your pleasure. If I had a preference, I promise I'd tell you."
Her heart melted and tears threatened as she walked to him, leaned down, and kissed his forehead. “I believe you. Thank you.” She straightened, letting him see the emotion in her eyes. “I don't get to be on top much, and I'd like to ride you. Did Brent plug you?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Anything I need to know? Are you sore anywhere?"
"No Ma'am, he hasn't played with me this week, said he wanted a clean slate to work with."
"You'll use chiffon to safeword?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I'd like you to use yellow if you need me to back off. I usually trust Brent to signal if I give you too much, can I rely on you to tell me?"
He nodded and she let it go, didn't make him say it aloud.
"Open the tackle box, please, and hand me both sets of nipple clamps."
One pair was a basic clover clamp, the other was much, much, nastier—stronger and with teeth. She didn't want to draw blood, and handed them back to him as she draped the clover clamps around her neck. “Put those away please, and then I'd like you on the bed, with your head near the footboard, on your back. Grab a condom and put it on, first."
She saw the control it took to touch himself as little as possible while smoothing the condom over his thick cock, and loved that she could turn him on so much.
It was bad form to start with sex, but she'd wanted this with Jacob when it was just the two of them, and sometimes being in charge was a very good thing. She climbed on the bed and swung her leg over his body, sitting on his hips, his cock under her pussy as she slid backwards and forwards, his rock hard heat gliding between her folds and bumping her clit.
She rose. “Put yourself in me."
He reached down, lifted himself straight up, so when she lowered this time her pussy enveloped the length of him, her heart stuttering as she sank. Their gazes locked and she hung onto her control as she went up and down a few times before stopping to retrieve the clamps draped around her neck, teasing his nipples until the blood filled them, too.
She positioned the clamp and looked up; holding eye contact as she slowly let it close. He didn't try to hide his pain, allowed her a full view of the battle going on in his psyche as he fought to lay still and let her hurt him. His desire to please tripped her pulse and heated her blood, her hips rotating on autopilot as she moved to his other nipple.
Grasping his hands, she situated his arms so she could lean forward on them. “Your arms will be my brace while I fuck you. Keep them firm. Part of me is sorry you can't come, but I love knowing I can ride as long as I want; use your cock to get myself off without worrying about you going soft."
Dana started slow, looking into Jacob's eyes as she rose and fell, rose and fell. She inclined towards him, placing more weight on her arms, her pelvis moving as her upper body held still, their gazes linked, her heart soaring. She felt her first orgasm approaching and allowed it to slide over her—a smooth, blissful experience. She hadn't realized she'd closed her eyes until she opened them to see reverent awe reflected in his visage. She smiled. “Yeah, you did that. Thank you."
Increasing the pace, she sat up, taking her weight off his hands and leaning back. Jacob
He looked up, the depths of his submission showing in his eyes. “I want your attention, and I want to see you getting off by using me for your pleasure. If I had a preference, I promise I'd tell you."
Her heart melted and tears threatened as she walked to him, leaned down, and kissed his forehead. “I believe you. Thank you.” She straightened, letting him see the emotion in her eyes. “I don't get to be on top much, and I'd like to ride you. Did Brent plug you?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Anything I need to know? Are you sore anywhere?"
"No Ma'am, he hasn't played with me this week, said he wanted a clean slate to work with."
"You'll use chiffon to safeword?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I'd like you to use yellow if you need me to back off. I usually trust Brent to signal if I give you too much, can I rely on you to tell me?"
He nodded and she let it go, didn't make him say it aloud.
"Open the tackle box, please, and hand me both sets of nipple clamps."
One pair was a basic clover clamp, the other was much, much, nastier—stronger and with teeth. She didn't want to draw blood, and handed them back to him as she draped the clover clamps around her neck. “Put those away please, and then I'd like you on the bed, with your head near the footboard, on your back. Grab a condom and put it on, first."
She saw the control it took to touch himself as little as possible while smoothing the condom over his thick cock, and loved that she could turn him on so much.
It was bad form to start with sex, but she'd wanted this with Jacob when it was just the two of them, and sometimes being in charge was a very good thing. She climbed on the bed and swung her leg over his body, sitting on his hips, his cock under her pussy as she slid backwards and forwards, his rock hard heat gliding between her folds and bumping her clit.
She rose. “Put yourself in me."
He reached down, lifted himself straight up, so when she lowered this time her pussy enveloped the length of him, her heart stuttering as she sank. Their gazes locked and she hung onto her control as she went up and down a few times before stopping to retrieve the clamps draped around her neck, teasing his nipples until the blood filled them, too.
She positioned the clamp and looked up; holding eye contact as she slowly let it close. He didn't try to hide his pain, allowed her a full view of the battle going on in his psyche as he fought to lay still and let her hurt him. His desire to please tripped her pulse and heated her blood, her hips rotating on autopilot as she moved to his other nipple.
Grasping his hands, she situated his arms so she could lean forward on them. “Your arms will be my brace while I fuck you. Keep them firm. Part of me is sorry you can't come, but I love knowing I can ride as long as I want; use your cock to get myself off without worrying about you going soft."
Dana started slow, looking into Jacob's eyes as she rose and fell, rose and fell. She inclined towards him, placing more weight on her arms, her pelvis moving as her upper body held still, their gazes linked, her heart soaring. She felt her first orgasm approaching and allowed it to slide over her—a smooth, blissful experience. She hadn't realized she'd closed her eyes until she opened them to see reverent awe reflected in his visage. She smiled. “Yeah, you did that. Thank you."
Increasing the pace, she sat up, taking her weight off his hands and leaning back. Jacob
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