Discovery:
Donnie was sort of proud that he’d held back. It had been almost four months since she took her anger out on him in the bedroom, leading him upstairs, depriving him, restraining him and physically pushing him. They made love and had sex a little differently for the first couple of months after she rode his face like a toy. They were lightly combative in bed. Each time she was assertive, Donnie would submit. The next time, he would try to lead, but he found himself giving into this new role most of the time.
I don’t really know, but I believe I’m a switch and would be just as happy being submissive as I am with being dominant. If we ever do walk through the door where my role turns submissive, it could become my fall back, ESPECIALLY if my wife Mel enjoys dominating. This story examines both that issue and my fantasy of her giving up control and trusting me to push her boundaries in some areas I believe she’d enjoy.
Tonight, Mel had lightly pushed Donnie while they were kissing, getting ready for bed and perhaps more. Donnie sank to the bed, face down in just his boxers. “I’m yours,” he said.
“Really, Donnie?” she said in a disappointed and somewhat playful tone. “You’re giving in that easily? Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy taking a little aggression out on you now and then while we fuck. But as you should see, I’m not angry tonight.”
He spun around, in a moment of clarity realizing that she was right. Maybe he’d been falling into this rut much as they had the routine sex of before. “I could go eat peanut butter off the knife and reuse it to make you a sandwich,” he said playfully. He knew that was her ultimate pet peeve. They laughed and enjoyed a nice missionary position then slept.
Donnie awoke Saturday morning. Mel still slept naked beside him as he pulled up the results of ankara escort the online survey they took together a while back. There they had found the shared desire for control reversal, as well as other small things that they had tried: toys and massages. But the main benefit had been that they did talk more about sex. The survey worked such that it only shared the topics that slightly or greatly interested you BOTH. Donnie scrolled through her results again, looking for something she hadn’t marked as a definite no that may need his attention.
Mel rolled over, her eyes half open. She stretched like a cat, pushing the comforter off her and exposing her breasts just for a moment. Then she cinched the covers back up over her and crossed his chest with her arm, her face in the pillow. “Whatcha looking at?”
Without looking away from the phone, he hesitated before making THE statement. “Let’s take the survey again.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” was Mel’s initial response. Donnie did as Donnie does and clammed up, almost getting angry about it. He thought it was a brilliant idea. Then his mind flipped back to last night and her “disappointment” in his quick submission. A little more anger stirred. Mel began to slide out of bed, but Donnie grabbed her thigh and quickly pulled her back to him. Their hips lined up, and his cock swelled quickly.
“I gotta pee!” she said, but Donnie’s grip didn’t let her out. Instead, he pushed forward as he moved her under him and entered her quickly from behind. “Donnie!”
He didn’t hear. He let his ire fuel him and felt Mel’s struggle subside as he drove deep into her pussy. Her first elevated moan of discomfort settled into a deep sigh followed by deep breaths. He pulled back and slammed into her, causing the bed to rock and her head to push ankara escort bayan to the wall. Again and again, he used adrenaline and irritation to fuel his need to make her as uncomfortable as possible without actually hurting her.
“You Fucker!” she exclaimed cumming and almost peeing the bed at the same time. “Ohhh, You FUCKER!”
He was close behind her, filling her up with force unexpected given that he had climaxed hard the night before. He pulled out and bounced the head of his cock on her ass and threw the covers off of her as he walked naked past a half-dozen uncovered windows to his bathroom to shower. Cum that had flung onto his thigh cooled in the open air raising a grin on his face as he tested the water.
“Coffee?” Donnie offered when she returned from the shower. Mel looked at him with a combination of curiosity and annoyance. His phone was on the bed, not the end table where he had placed it before taking her earlier. When Donnie picked it up and opened it, the screen was on “His Survey.” There she must have read all the answers that he submitted, not only the ones they both agreed on. It showed all of the things he was interested in trying.
“You’re messed up, Donnie,” she said with little emotion. He was both worried and curious where this was going to go. “No wonder you want me to retake it,” she said, pointing at the phone. “What do you expect?”
He looked up then to see her wet hair, body wrapped in a towel, fresh from a good night and morning together. “I guess I expect conversation.”
She smiled and nodded, an apparent assent, and they went about a usual Saturday.
Discussion her laughter turned to moans. Donnie sucked hard on her clit and moved one hand up to penetrate her with two fingers, in and out. He removed his lips and added a escort ankara third finger, gliding over her wet clit and as deep into her as he could go. As Donnie pushed them in and out, Mel began what almost sounded like a yell of pleasure. But she backed it down to a grunt and gasp. He got his fourth finger inside and pushed forward again. She yelled, “STOP, SIR!”
And he did.
She leaped up and tried to seize control, wanting Donnie’s cock to plunge inside her right then. Her dominance of the past months kicked in, and she even offered up her backside to have him ride her from behind. It was tempting. Donnie was incredibly hard, listening to the music coming from her lips, the pleasure her mouth offered him. Her sensual syllables invited him to dive deep into her.
Instead, he stopped and watched her present her ass. Her face exuded pure desire, her body pulsed from the last 20 minutes. His very firm cock stood straight out and dangled some, bobbing with his pulse. Donnie moved closer, and Mel’s eyes widened. The head pressed against her right ass cheek. She slid over, and it pressed forward against the heat of her cunt. She started to push backward, but his hands slid down to her thighs and stopped her. With one swift movement, he spun her to her back and straddled her stomach.
His cock was now pointing at her face, hovering over her breasts, his balls dangling above her stomach. He reached over for the neckties he’d left on the nightstand, compiled from a week’s worth of work suits. Then he moved up her body until it lay erect between her breasts.
She spread her arms out, expecting Donnie to tie them to the headboard in some way. But instead, he brought both together and pulled her forward, waggling his knees down her naked sides until he got her sitting up.
“Put them behind your back,” he commanded coldly, and she obeyed. He moved behind her on his knees, his erect penis straining toward her. Looping his necktie around her wrists, he then wrapped it around several times before tying the ends and pulling them tight. “Lay on your back, your head near the edge.”