My Saturday Night: Making Him Beg

"Roll over." I grab his hip and urge him to turn the lower half of his body away from me. I slide his slip up to his waist and tug his garter belt back into place.

"I love this ass," I murmur, running my hand over his butt. "I own this ass." I give him a spank. "You're such a slut." I continue slapping his ass. "I love to see you tied up and dressed in lingerie. Like a bitch."

I roll him onto his back and pour lube into my hand. As I stroke him, I ask, "How do you want to cum tonight, Nick?"

"It's up to you, Goddess." Quickly, he is fucking my hand, so eager, so desperate.

"You could cum in my pussy. Or in my mouth. I could make you jerk off and cum all over yourself."

"Yes," he breathes.

I let go, and he continues thrusting, his hard cock bobbing in the air.

"You want to cum so bad. You want to fuck me."

"Please, Goddess."

"Not yet." I caress his stockinged legs and play with the lace garter belt. "You are so sexy," I coo, bending down to kiss his thigh and nibble at his hip. Lying by his side once more, I move my hand over his stomach, sliding the slip across his skin and pulling it down over his erection.

"Mmm, they're so full," I say as I massage his balls. I curl my fingers around his shaft, wrapping it in the silky fabric, and let him work himself to a frenzy.

Again, I release him before he can pass the point of no return, and leave him humping the air. "Poor boy. I'm so mean," I pout. "You want to cum so bad, but you can't yet, because I don't want you to. I own you."

"Please let me cum," he begs. I tease the rest of his body with my hands and mouth for what must be several very long minutes for him. Then I wrap my lips around his cock. As I move up and down his shaft, taking more of him into my mouth, he bumps the back of my throat and I try to gag as gracefully as possible. I work him faster as he moves beneath me, and once his cock is slick with my saliva, I pull my face away and stroke him like we're in a race for the finish.

"So close, aren't you? You're going to cum."

I release my grip. I'd feel bad for him if I didn't know that he loved this.

"Please, please let me cum. I'll do anything."

Never have sexier words been spoken. It really is a damn shame that I'm just too tired to strap one on, make him suck it, and then fuck his ass until he makes a mess all over himself.

"I want you to fuck me. Keep still so I can untie you." Last time, he kept yanking on the ropes and cinching them tighter while I tried to let him go. As soon as his second hand is free, he is up off the bed and tearing open a condom wrapper.

"Need me to hold up your slip for you?" I tease, sitting up.

"Lay down." Well god damn. This man has one thing on his mind, and I'm not going to get in his way. Matter of fact, when he switches like that, it turns me the hell on.

He wastes no time climbing between my legs and sliding his cock inside of me. "Yes, fuck me. Cum for me." Pulling my arms out of the straps, I say, "Suck on my tits." I moan when he uses his mouth on me, fucking me hard.

I grab his collar and pull his face to mine for a kiss, then let him go. "Such a lucky boy, aren't you? Getting to fuck me like this, after all that teasing. You're going to cum so fucking hard. Cum for me. Cum for me, and then I'm going to lock you back up, because I own you. Cum for me."

He groans, and as his cock throbs inside of me, I wrap my legs around him and pull him close. Hanging his head, he laughs, and I know that Nick is back. Then, he groans again and shudders, like some kind of aftershock, and I smile.

"We're so kinky. It's great," he says.

When he climbs back into bed with me, he admits, "Earlier, I kind of wanted to be punished."

"Yeah, I thought so. There's always next time."

On Sunday morning, after we both return home, I text him a picture of my neck. Won't have my hair pulled back in a ponytail again this week. I think of the time that my boss said, "We all know what you were doing when you come to work on Monday with your hair hanging down to your ankles!" My hair isn't down to my ankles, obviously he was exaggerating, but you get the picture.

"Marked again," I text him.

"I love how you made me beg and you teased me but then I fucked you without control."

"I loved it, too. I loved how hard you came."

Sunday night, I'm sitting in bed with my computer in my lap, writing down an outline so that I can remember the details of the night before, for when I begin the story. I'm having a hard time recalling the things that I said to him while he fucked me, so I ask him when we get on the phone.

"All I could think about was wanting to fuck you and wanting to cum."

I grin. "Well, I guess that was the point of it all, wasn't it? I did a good job."

After a moment, he does remember some of the things that I said to him when he was fucking me. Then, he asks, "Am I a selfish lover?"

"No way! I love to tease you. It turns me on."

"But is it selfish of me to love when you do that?"

"The way you lick my pussy doesn't feel selfish. And besides, this is what you need right now. To give up control."

Puts kind of a BDSM spin on "sexual healing," but it's the truth. And I'm nothing if not honest.

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