“Baby, when you came over today did you think there was any chance you’d get to fuck me so quickly, and pin me down on the floor while doing it?”
I sighed. “No…”
“Do you want this to be a one-time thing?”
“No…”
I took her point. She closed her eyes.
“No gentle fucking, baby. You can slow down to prevent orgasm. But try not to leave me hanging…”
ME? Leave HER hanging?
For what might have been 15 minutes or 3 hours, I fucked Julia all across her bedroom floor. She released herself into the waves of pleasure. I felt like I needed to put her through the floor to bring this to a conclusion, but every time I tried I was crippled by my own impending orgasm. I hoped she would have so much pleasure she would relent on what was becoming the most intense edging session of my life. I alternated between bracing her hips to drive her through the floor, and whimpering for permission to pull out before I came. Julia reached new levels of bliss and made sure I knew it by gasping each orgasm into my ears. I was beside myself with desperation when Julia had finally had enough. She relaxed into a mellowed out sweetness, but with an icy layer of satisfaction coming over her.
“Oh baby, I had my own plan for today, but I like your plan so much better” Julia cooed as we concluded. I felt both complimented and concerned. She clearly loved what had happened. But there were always implications to breaking Julia’s play plans.
We finally sat up against her bed next to each other. We looked sideways at each other. Her lingerie and hair were a mess. Her knees were scraped and there were minor abrasions on her legs. He displaced bra left her breasts exposed, and her thong remained moved to the side. She didn’t fix any of it. As I sat with my back against her bed, Julia crawled over, lifted her leg over me, then lowered herself onto my unrelenting cock. She was visibly ravaged and could only. I grasped her, pulled her down onto me, pushed deeply into her, and moaned deeply. I couldn’t hide the desperation as our eyes met. She tilted her head to the side with empathy. “Awwww, is everything ok?”
Julia kissed me and allowed herself to recover while I embraced her. She slowly gyrated on my cock. “You were so worked up, baby,” she said. The past tense was not a good sign. She was deliberately acting as if our passion had passed. I knew her well enough to know I needed to pivot quickly.
“Julia, I’m sorry baby.”
“You’re sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry for pinning you down and not letting you up. I know you like to…”
She cut me off. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Since when do you apologize for fucking me so well?” She caressed my arm.
It was too late to pivot. She wasn’t going to let me off easy.
“I always play the dominatrix. I love that we can switch like this.”
Her words were dripping with an unstated sarcasm. “This *WAS NOT* switching,” I thought.
I could tell Julia was working out how badly she wanted to punish me for an indiscretion she had so thoroughly enjoyed. And her gentle gyrations on my raging cock told me we were far from finished. I suddenly laughed at the thought that Julia had just called this “switching.”
“What’s so funny?”
I smiled. “You’re just so beautiful…” was all I could say.
She looked down and blushed. She hadn’t expected that, and it worked. She probably thought I was going to call her out on the scheming she was obviously up to. But her body language betrayed that I’d caught her.
She laughed back at me and addressed what I had left unstated. “You know how much I *love* when we switch…” she said, mocking her own obvious lie. “And you know it’s *even better* when you switch on me without getting my permission first…” She could barely her laughter.
I dodged a bullet by avoiding a direct challenge to the mind games she was intent on playing. I’m sure she would have been more than ready to deliver a more bitter dose of the medicine she was concocting. Biting my tongue had worked.
“Why don’t you get up on your knees?” she suggested as she gently teased my cock with more gyrations. I kissed her body as she lifted off of me. She stood before me while I rose to my knees near the foot of her bed. She walked over to a chair and picked up a layered blanket and a pair of handcuffs. I couldn’t resist watching as she walked away, disheveled. She glanced in a mirror to see my eyes trailing her backside as she bent at the waist to reach for the handcuffs. Then she returned, cuffed my hands behind my back, and spread the layered blanket out in front of me as she often does so I can kneel on a soft surface rather than her hard wooden floors. I inched forward to put my knees onto her blanket.
“Nope, the blanket is just for me now. The hard floor is quite sexy in my experience. I bet you’ll love it.”
Point taken.
Then she stood in front of me. Her thong was still pushed to the side. She hadn’t bothered to put it back, so her beautiful, smooth pussy was exposed in front of my face. She was still moist.
“I like it when boys put things back how they found them,” Julia said, voicing another unauthorized liberty I had taken.
I inched forward on my knees so that I wouldn’t fall over. Then I leaned in with my mouth. I kept gently grasping the gusset of her panties and pulling it back from the aside position. I tried my teeth. Then my tongue. Her aroma engulfed me and her porcelain smooth intimate skin was more intoxicating than her aroma. I worked at her thong until it was neatly back in place.
Then Julia kneeled down so we were face to face. The humorous moment had passed. She was recovering from sex and was slightly less disheveled now. She began kissing me and I kissed her back. The dynamic had completely changed. The fiery lover who had been softened with laughter was comfortably settling in as dominatrix. And after I’d starting as a bold, assertive partner, I was now doing my best to hide the tingling anxiety at the depths of my desperation and vulnerability she might explore. Julia’s eyes sharpened as she regained herself. She become less self conscious as she focused on me, relishing the predicaments she intended to put me in.
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