galastur64:

That slow torturous drag is just sweet torment isn’t it darling? The pleasure just builds and builds and builds, but don’t you fall over the edge, honey. I intend to bring you to the cusp over and over and over again to hear your sweet moans and begs for me. And oh, darling? If you beg sweet enough, maybe you’ll receive a little something extra.

My lips? A ruin? Who knows.

Only time will tell darling. Let’s play!

She wore sweatpants and a big soft sweater to bed, but wouldn’t let me join her until I stripped naked.

thebeautyofcontrol:

usethepleasureboy:

“Why do you get to wear pajamas but I can’t?”

She smirks. “Because I’m going to hold you so close you won’t
get cold. Besides, you’re mine and if I want to touch you I don’t want your clothes
to get in the way.”

I blush and look away at the mention of being hers. She sees
my hesitation and, sitting up, slides her fingers around the waistband of my
pants and yanks them down. I sigh at first, not wanting to give in so quickly,
but then find myself lifting one foot then the other so she can take them off. She
smiles. “See? Not so bad. Now… arms up.” I slowly raise them, and she lifts my
shirt off my torso, then slides her hands across the skin of my naked body. She
looks into my eyes as she kissed my stomach.

“Come on, get in.” Not waiting for my response, she uses her
strong arms to pull me into the soft bed, then wraps her arms and legs around
me like a spider capturing her prey.

I can’t help but instantly melt into her. Any humiliation or
embarrassment disappears and leaves only pure comfort and love. I nuzzle my
head into her chest. “Not so bad at all” she whispers, and gently presses my
face into her breasts with a hand on the back of my head. I feel her other hand
slowly wander down my back, down to my butt, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Goodnight baby…”

I mumble and try to respond. But, realizing the futility give up and nuzzle my face into her again. She laughs under her breath, then
fixes the cover over us, turns off the lamp, and kisses my head.

“Because you’re mine…”

I love this simple exertion of power. Goals.