Choosing Her Lover

My pussy is fluttering and twitching, and there is a damp patch spreading over the crotch of my panties, which he can surely see.
Ryan perches on the end of the bed, simply looking at me.
“You look wonderful like that,” he says. “When we first met, and you asked me to dominate you, you took me by surprise. No
woman has ever asked me for that before, but I’m learning that I enjoy it. And I’m wondering how far I can take you....”
Straining my neck from my awkward position to look him in the eye, “I’m along for the ride.” I say.
“Oh, yes, you are. I like you like this, tied and helpless. I could do anything I wanted to you and you couldn’t do anything about it.
I can finger you, eat you, fuck you, kiss your clit or tongue your cunt and there’s not a damn thing you can do about any of it. So,
what am I going to do?”
My pussy heats at his words; the frisson of unlikely, but always possible danger, skittering through me.
He could do anything....
And I tremble inside, a butterfly flutter in my deep core, that both fears the unknown and yet promises bliss.
He looks between my legs, trailing the skin of my inner thighs with the lightest of caresses. “I’ve not touched you yet, and your
pussy is swelling.” He probes inside my panties with a finger, more deeply. “You are so wet. You just want me in you, don’t you?
One way or another.”
“Oh, God, Ryan. Get inside me.”
“Not yet. I enjoy.... ravishing your mind while keeping your body waiting.... Your mind is where it all starts, so I start there as well.
I might just have a taste of you though, get a feel for how you’re doing.”
For a long moment, he holds my eyes, then from a pocket, produces a penknife....
Fuck....!!!
Panic-stricken, “No!”
But he grips the side of my panties and cuts them away from me. He tugs them from me, dangles the useless fabric in front of
my face, then kisses me.

“I know you enjoy the feeling of danger. I saw that the first night we were together, so I thought I would, literally, scare the pants
off you.”
My pulse racing, “Ryan....”
He plants his mouth over my pussy, licking deeply inside, plunging in with his tongue, then at my wailing response, he pulls
away, pulling the back of his hand across his mouth.
“Ah, jeez....” I yell, jerking and bucking. “You can’t just stop like that. D’you know what you’re doing to me?”
“Watch that sexy mouth of yours, or I’m going to fuck it.”
He climbs over me, straddles my chest. “I might enjoy pushing my cock in there; watching you try to choke me down; make you
gag a bit. Making you horny and making you scream are my two favourite things....”
As he speaks, he is pulling away his belt, unzipping the bulge at his groin.
“.... And I love it when you yell. It means I’m fucking you properly, whether it’s in your cunt or in your head. And.... I find that I
have acquired a taste for a relationship with the woman I am fucking. I want my time with her to be full of laughter, smiles,
screams and orgasms.” He pulls his erection free of his clothing, pushes it to my mouth.
“Now, do you start sucking? Or do I start fucking your face?”
I open my mouth to take him in. His cock is rock hard, a gleaming trickle at the tip which I suck and savour. My pussy, spread
and exposed is cool, but as I suck at my Master, there is a scalding trickle between my legs.
He pulls away, freeing my mouth, stroking his shaft as he speaks.
“Tell me why you want me to behave this way with you. Why do you enjoy it so much?”
“Don’t you like it? I thought you did?”
“I love it,” he says, “but I want to understand why you do?”
“Sometimes.... Sometimes.... just the feeling of giving up control is the best feeling in the world. Out there.... in ‘real life’,
whatever that means, I have to look after everything, work, earn money, pay the rent, look after my dogs. When I can give up
control, all that goes away, and the only thing left is the sheer sensation of....

“Of fucking?”
“Yes.”
He moves closer, the sweetness of his breathing bathing my face. “Of making love....?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You don’t want me to do it in public though?”
“No, I want to see your gentle side in public. It makes me weak at the knees.”
“And in private?”
“You make me wet.”
“Good, I want you wet tonight.... and tomorrow....”
“Tomorrow?”
“I want you walking bow-legged.”
And with that, his hands knot into my hair, pulling back my head. “Open wide.” As he pushes inside me again. “Lips over your
teeth,” he says. “I want to come over your tongue, and after I’ve watched you swallow, I’m going to lick you to climax. That will be
your reward.”
I stretch my lips, masking my teeth, extending my jaws to allow him to slowly ease between, and squeeze out again. His cock-
head inside, so far as I can, I try to lap at him, but it’s not easy. Jaw muscles aching, I can barely accommodate him, and the
steady flow of pre-cum pools with my own saliva in the back of my throat. He pulls free for a moment. “Swallow,” he instructs,
allowing me to clear my mouth, and then he pushes back in, continuing his slow working to climax.
“You look so good like that. Tied, stretched, yawning open to take me. I might deep throat you some time, but....”
He judders and groans, bending forward. With a pulsing spurt, he orgasms into my mouth, his come splashing over my tongue
and teeth and lips and over the back of my throat.

He sits up with a gasp, staring upward. “Wow! Sorry about that. It came as a surprise. I didn’t mean to come so quickly.” Then he
looks down, smiles, and wipes my mouth clean with his hand.
“Your turn now,” he says, then pauses. “How about, sort of, in public?”
“Sort of? Like what?”
“Like I want to play with you under the table in a restaurant. I want to watch your face while I’m playing with your cunt and you’re
trying to eat spaghetti.”
I burst out laughing. “What an image. Most women get perfume and roses.”
He laughs too. “I wouldn’t have believed it. Deep down, you’re a romantic, aren’t you?”
I blush, not speaking, looking away.
“Why so coy about it? You think there’s something wrong with that?”
“Romance never got me very far except taken advantage of and dumped. I still see it with my sister.”
His voice softens. “You won’t see it with me.” His hand drifts between my legs, down to my sex. “I was planning on licking you to
climax, but I want to watch you when you come, tied up like this, just for me, because you let me do it.
Fingers push inside me, his thumb on my clit. He hooks upwards at my inner walls, scraping at my sweet spot. I convulse against
the ropes, hips trying to buck and, I think satisfied that he has the right spot, he rubs harder, kneading at me. Yelling, I strain and
jerk, my pussy gushing.
My clit joins the act. Freeing it from its fleshy sheath with his free hand, he thumbs and rolls and massages it, almost vibrating it
with sharp, flicking movements. All the while he watches me, pupils huge as he takes me along his path.
The thumb moves to the root of my clit, the free hand taking the nub, circling and manipulating as irresistibly, gloriously, my flesh
surrenders to him, and wailing, howling all the while, I orgasm for my lover.