Control.

“Do you trust me?” I asked as he stood on the other side of my door with a look of disbelief on his face.

I was standing on the other side of the threshold. In a leather bustier and thong along with thigh high 6” leather boots. In each hand I held a black silk scarf.

His face spoke a thousand words. “Hell no” were the first two. But like they say, curiosity killed the cat.

He stepped into the house. I blindfolded him. Helped him take off his shoes and I lead him into the bedroom which was only lit with candles. After downing a couple  Don Julio shots, I undressed him down to his boxers and he allowed me to tie his wrists up.

The games began. Tonight, I was going to be in total control. 

As he stood in front of me, blindfolded and wrist-bound, I massaged warmed oil on to his skin. I caressed every nook and cranny and when it was time to attend to his penis, it was clear to see he was enjoying the experience. He was at full attention. I massaged oil on his penis, creating an even harder cock. He was having a hard time. His hands were itching to get out of that scarf. I took him in my mouth and he lost his balance for a quick second. He fell back against the wall as I pleased him with my tongue. I tongued his dick down and sucked his dick up. His knees started to buckle a little and he slowly dropped down to the floor, his back against the wall.

A scarf across his eyes, his mouth was opened a little. I slid my finger into his mouth and he sucked while I continued to give him head. The string riding in between my pussy lips was soaked with my wetness. I forced myself to move away from his dick and stand up. His facial expression turned to disappointment until I placed a chocolate covered strawberry in his mouth followed by another shot of tequila.

I stood up in front of him and pressed my body against the wall as I pushed my crotch in front of his mouth. I slid the string to the side and his tongue moved in between my lips as I grinded my hips into his face. His pussy kisses made me orgasm quickly. He was devouring my juices like he did that strawberry. He moaned into my clit. Nibbled. Tickled. Bit. Sucked. He drew circles and squares and squiggly lines deep inside hotness and I came on his tongue.

Breathing heavily, knees buckling as well, I dropped down to him and pulled his boxers off. His hands were tied and I know he was a little uncomfortable for the moment, but it was my turn to be in control. I moved his hands to the side and sat down on top of him. He slid into me with ease, hardness meets wetness.  Nut meets bolt. Giver meets receiver. Pleasure meets ecstasy. Dick meets pussy. I am squatting on top of him, knees high, stilettos flat on the ground and he is deep. I lean back, hands behind me on the floor and my hips rise up and down on top of his. He is so damn hard. I am so damn wet.

And he has no control. He wants to be able to grab my ass. He wants to be able to move the way he chooses. He wants to be in control of this fantasy lived, but he can’t.

I am in heaven. Head back. Pounding into him. Winding my hips into hip. Digging deep till I feel him in my womb. I cum. Over and over and over again.

I know he is on edge. I know he is ready to explode. I get up.

“What the fuck?”

I smile. Help him to his feet and help him sit on a large sofa chair with armrests. I pull my panties off as he sits back. I drop to my knees real quickly and my mouth goes back to his throbbing dick. He is so damn hard. His dick is like brick. I suck it hard. Like I want to remove cement from its core. His breaths shorten. He wants to cum.

I stop.

“Fuck!”

I stand up and sit on top of him Reverse cowgirl. His hands are above his head and every curse word is coming from his mouth.

I ride his dick all the way to orgasmic bliss and back. My ass is having its own earthquake, quivering as it bounces off of him. Every time he goes deep, I cum. I grind. I push. I squeeze. I screw. I cream. I cum. My swollen pussy throbs as I lean down low over him, my hands on his legs to lift my hips higher and quicken my pace as I fuck him.

Words that make no sense come out of his mouth as I bobble my ass on his dick. I pull up and out and he sighs. I slide back on top of him and he moans. I do that over and over, wetness trickling out of me, precum dripping down his dick. He is covered in my juices. He is covered in my cream. I am leaned over, my hands on the floor, as my hips and ass move as if they have a mind of their own. He is about to erupt.

I stop bouncing and move to a slow wind, pussy walls holding his dick like a baby in a blanket. This is unbelievable. All I feel is pleasure. All I see is light. All I want is more. Sparks of electricity flash through my body as I clos my eyes and ride the last wave with him into paradise. I squeeze. He grows. I squeeze. He grows more.

We cum. Him, louder than usual. That shit turns me on. I love knowing I turn him on. I love knowing he cums hard. I love that he make me feel so friggin’ fantastic. I was lost in the aftershock of my climax.

I moved off of him and untied his hands. He quickly pulled off the eye scarf and pulled me close. Sex, fluids, sweat and passion intertwined with heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats slowly trying to return to norm. A warm rush of satisfaction washed over me. That thrill of doing what I chose to do with his body would last with me for a long while. With his arms around me and my boots still on, sleep came quickly.