Female dominant, male submissive

“I need you up here,” the text read. It was 3am, and it had been at least half an hour since the last frantic phone call. While a new day would, almost assuredly, bring new problems, it did seem that the crisis du jour was handled. There was no point in keeping himself awake, just so that he’d be “alert” should the phone ring again.

He was surprised, though, as he neared the bedroom, to find the lights were on. Obviously, she was awake, she had just texted him, but he assumed it was a “get up here so I can stop worrying about you” situation.

He was further surprised, though, to find her nude, waiting for him. “I need you to focus a little less on work,” she said to him, “and shift that focus to me. Turn off that damn phone and take off your clothes.”

He reached in his pocket — fumbled for a bit (I mean, really, how often does one *turn off* their phone?) before placing the tether to the outside world on the bedside table. And then he practically leapt out of his clothing.

“Good, now get on your knees,” she said, positioning her legs over the bed before spreading them. “And focus on me.”

He got down on his knees and crawled to her. He started kissing his way from her left knee up her thigh. When his lips reached her sex, she grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and pulled his face down.

He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and pressed against her pussy as she bucked her hips. With his hair in her hands, she started to force his head to move up and down, matching her thrusts.

“Squeeze my nipples,” she demanded as she neared her first orgasm of the evening, and his hands worked their way to her breasts. With each hand, he grasped a nipple between his thumb, index, and middle finger and pinched.

And as he pinched, she started to convulse, pulling his head toward her body with all of her might. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her clitoris as hard as he could as she shook. It wasn’t until the last little tremor of orgasm left her that she released his hair.

“Oh, that was nice,” she said, standing from the bed, using his shoulders to balance herself. “But now I want cock,” she said. “Lie down on the bed.”

It didn’t take him long to lie down, right smack in the middle of the bed, his erection pointing straight to the ceiling.

“Now, I have plans for that thing,” she said, gripping his cock by the head with one hand and smacking the shaft. “So, under no circumstances are you to cum,” she said, with a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Of course,” he responded warily.

“Tonight, my love,” she whispered in his ear as she grasped his balls in her hand, “I am your everything. And you will reference me as such.” And then she squeezed her hand whilst twisting his balls.

“Of course, my everything,” he gasped.

“When did you last cum?” she asked him, releasing his manhood & opening the drawer on the bedside counter. “Has it been since this nightly work chaos started?”

“I started to jerk off in the shower this morning, but then the phone rang and I never finished. So, my everything, I think it was when we made love last week.”

“So it’s going to be difficult to be in me & not just squirt right away, isn’t it?” she asked, pulling a vibrator out of the drawer.

“Incredibly, my everything.”

“Good,” she giggled, and straddled his hips. She guided his cock into her, until their hips were pressed against each other. Then she positioned the vibrator on his stomach, turned it on, and traced a path to her clitoris over his stomach.

He didn’t dare try to pump into & out of her. He tried to stay as still as possible while she masturbated herself with the dildo. His hands moved to her hips, holding her body as close to his as possible, his mind racing to think of anything but release. But the more he thought that he shouldn’t cum, his body screamed that he needed to cum.

She collapsed onto him with another orgasm, and the spasm from her hips made him nearly panic. He pressed, hard, into her, wrapping his arms around her hips.

“Wait, you aren’t cumming, are you?” she asked.

“No, my everything, but I’m really fucking close”

“So I should get off of you, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes, my everything.”

“Are you asking me to not fuck you?”

“I’m just saying that I don’t think I can take another instant of being inside you,”

“Well, then,” she said, as she pressed against his chest and started to pull up from his sex, “I guess we need to move onto the next stage,” and his cock slid out of her, glistening.

“Back on the floor, on your knees,” she stated, placing her vibrator down and reaching back into the drawer of her bedside table. “And put your hands behind your back,” she said, pulling out a set of handcuffs.

He complied, and she placed the bracelets about his wrists. “Lets have some fun, shall we?”

“Yes, my everything.”

She grasped the head of his cock in her left hand and started to squeeze as hard as she could. When he started to squirm, she slapped the top-side of his shaft. Once, twice, three times, until he started to grow soft, she she released him entirely.

With another trip to the bedside drawer, she came back with a bottle of lube. Squirting a generous dollop in her hand, she went to his cock and started to stroke until he was hard and his hips were rocking.

“No cumming yet,” she reminded and, again, squeezed the head of his manhood as hard as she could. This time, flicked the underside of his shaft again and again and again, making him jump a little each time.

“Look at me,” she said, and his eyes met hers. She stroked to the base of his cock and then started smacking his scrotum with her other hand. He growled and squirmed, but never broke eye contact.

She started to pull on his testicles, straight down, and he finally looked away, letting out a pained gasp.

“Spread your legs,” she ordered, and he put some space between his knees. She kneed him in the balls.

He doubled over.

“Now isn’t the time for a break,” she said, and he forced himself to straighten back up.

She started to slap his cock from side to side. “Does it hurt baby?” she asked.

“Yes, my everything,” he responded.

“Then why is your penis so hard?”

Five slaps went by without an answer and she grabbed his sex by the base and balls with her left hand.

“You. Will. Answer. Me. When. I. Ask. You. A. Question.” she seethed, smacking straight down on the shaft of his erection with each word.

“I,” he stammered, “I like it when you hurt me.” he responded.

“That’s good, because this is fun,” she said with a smile as she started to stroke his cock again.

And, again, as it seemed that he was *really* enjoying things, she stopped, admiring that it seemed that his cock was ticking . . . each pulse from his heart giving just a little bounce.

She walked behind him and took him out of the cuffs. “Back on the bed,” she ordered, and he resumed his previous position.

“Should I use my mouth?” she asked.

“Please, my everything,” he responded, and she used the head of his cock to part her lips. As she had the head in her mouth, she bit down, and he started to scream.

“I like using my mouth,” she said with a giggle and then bit down on his right testicle. He screamed even louder.

“I’d ask if that’s too much,” she said, wiping her mouth, “but I think you’re even harder now. Maybe I need to find something that needs to be nailed together, because I think this would be better than a hammer!”

And with that, she bit his left testicle.

Then, as she massaged the head of the erect member with her hand, she started nibbling the underside of his shaft, along the urethra, as he groaned and moaned and hissed and growled.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and she released him.

“I’m so so sorry, my everything,” he whispered.

She looked at him. He looked at her. Seconds passed. Then cum came spurting out of a cock that wasn’t being touched at all.

“You know,” she said as she straddled his head, “I really thought I saw ‘follows directions well’ on your last performance review.”

And with that, she lowered her hips to his face and grabbed two fistfuls of hair. He put his hands around her hips to support her, and she rode his face hard until she couldn’t take another orgasm and collapsed to his side.

“Shower, we need a shower,” she said as she wiped sweat from his brow. “Why don’t start the water running and grab us a few beers while the water heats.”

And so he did.

Clearing the sweat from each of them, and the cum from his torso. They kissed in the hot water between sips of beer. They held each other until the water started to grow cold.

“I can’t help but notice,” she said, as they toweled off, “that you’re growing hard,” and she started to wrap her hand around his member.

“You’re going to make love to me,” she said, kissing him, and guiding him, by his cock back to the bed. “And I hope you know I do appreciate you taking care of the family like you do.”

She placed herself on the bed first, and he entered her. They fucked, slowly and passionately, him on top, their arms around each other, kissing often.

“I could have sworn I didn’t have another in me,” she said as a fresh orgasm took her by surprise. He growled in response and started pumping into her with an increased fervor.

He came soon thereafter. Collapsing onto her.

“Oh, you’re not done,” she said, watching him close his eyes as his cock fell out of her. “I’m a mess. You’re gonna have to clean me up!”

He kissed his way down her body, lapping up his cum from between her legs.

“Now, let’s cuddle.” He was asleep as soon as her head was on his shoulder.

His phone remained off until morning.