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rubbing harder against each other. The sweat glistening on his skin, the desire and the submission, it was all overwhelming. He was giving me exactly what I wanted on every level.
“So good, Aston,” I moaned, pushing myself down harder on him, “so fucking good.”
His eyes met mine and he bucked and pulsed under me. “What can I do to make you come, Mistress?” he asked.
“Keep talking,” I whispered. “I like to watch your mouth move.”
He smirked. “It’s hard keeping my hands to myself,” he panted. “All I want to do is touch those perfect tits of yours, but I know keeping my hands behind my back turns you on.”
“That’s right,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“I love lying beneath you, watching you take from me, watching you get off from riding me just how you want it,” he said, licking his juicy bottom lip wantonly.
“Fuck,” I moaned, raking my hands roughly down his chest as I came. “Aston!” I shouted, grinding my hips into him as I slowly came down from our delicious high.
He looked like he was about ready, too. The naughty books I’ve read always say for the bottom to wait for the top to command them to finish, or at least ask permission. I wondered what Aston would do. His face bore a look of concentration. He was trying to hold back.
“If it will help you finish, you may sit forward and use your hands,” I said.
He remained the way he was. “I like it just like this,” he said, quickening his pace. “If you don’t mind, that is.” Aston smirked.
“Then I’ll use my hands in place of yours,” I whispered, cupping my breasts and giving my nipples a little pinch and pull. This was all Aston needed to fall over the edge. He quivered and thrust beneath me, yet maintained his position with his hands neatly behind his back. Gold star performance. I reached behind him and pulled his arms around me and we finished the last few seconds catching our breath in each other’s arms.
“Are you sure you’ve never subbed before?” I asked as we began to dress and recover from the tryst. “Because you, sir, are born to submit.” I mean, I was totally guessing, but it certainly seemed that way.
He smiled and finished putting on his tie. “I guess it felt right. I wanted to please you, and that made me feel really good.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Understatement of the year.”
He zipped up the back of my dress and touched my elbow. “Have I earned the privilege to introduce you as my date?” he asked, glancing toward the door.
I gave him a smack on the butt. “Yes, and I may actually consider letting you keep the car.”
He chuckled and buttoned up his vest. “You weren’t before? I thought the auction sort of took care of that.”
I shrugged. “We have history, Johnny and me. As long as I can have visitation rights. Plus, once you’re back from LA, I have quite a rigorous schedule for you.”
“Oh really, Mistress? Do tell.”
I pulled his face to mine with a slight pinch. “I’ll give you the details as I see fit,” I hissed. He bit his lip. “But for now, let’s agree that we’re going to need some intensive training to break you in as my submissive. Perhaps I’ll even give you some tasks to perform while you’re away. Skype is very impressive technology for long-distance . . . arrangements.” Thank goodness I’d have enough time with Sarah to learn this stuff before he got back. But not as her roommate. I needed to be on my own.
“I’ll do whatever you ask, whenever you ask. But I don’t want to think about LA right now, I want to dance some more. Then maybe we could, um, practice again.”
“I’m not one to decline an invitation like that,” I said, taking his hand and trying to play it cool as we both exited the boathouse with flushed faces and wicked smiles. I stroked his palm with my thumb.
Aston and I glided onto the dance floor, arms wound around each other, our bodies knotting like ropes.
“I trust you, you know,” he said
“So good, Aston,” I moaned, pushing myself down harder on him, “so fucking good.”
His eyes met mine and he bucked and pulsed under me. “What can I do to make you come, Mistress?” he asked.
“Keep talking,” I whispered. “I like to watch your mouth move.”
He smirked. “It’s hard keeping my hands to myself,” he panted. “All I want to do is touch those perfect tits of yours, but I know keeping my hands behind my back turns you on.”
“That’s right,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“I love lying beneath you, watching you take from me, watching you get off from riding me just how you want it,” he said, licking his juicy bottom lip wantonly.
“Fuck,” I moaned, raking my hands roughly down his chest as I came. “Aston!” I shouted, grinding my hips into him as I slowly came down from our delicious high.
He looked like he was about ready, too. The naughty books I’ve read always say for the bottom to wait for the top to command them to finish, or at least ask permission. I wondered what Aston would do. His face bore a look of concentration. He was trying to hold back.
“If it will help you finish, you may sit forward and use your hands,” I said.
He remained the way he was. “I like it just like this,” he said, quickening his pace. “If you don’t mind, that is.” Aston smirked.
“Then I’ll use my hands in place of yours,” I whispered, cupping my breasts and giving my nipples a little pinch and pull. This was all Aston needed to fall over the edge. He quivered and thrust beneath me, yet maintained his position with his hands neatly behind his back. Gold star performance. I reached behind him and pulled his arms around me and we finished the last few seconds catching our breath in each other’s arms.
“Are you sure you’ve never subbed before?” I asked as we began to dress and recover from the tryst. “Because you, sir, are born to submit.” I mean, I was totally guessing, but it certainly seemed that way.
He smiled and finished putting on his tie. “I guess it felt right. I wanted to please you, and that made me feel really good.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Understatement of the year.”
He zipped up the back of my dress and touched my elbow. “Have I earned the privilege to introduce you as my date?” he asked, glancing toward the door.
I gave him a smack on the butt. “Yes, and I may actually consider letting you keep the car.”
He chuckled and buttoned up his vest. “You weren’t before? I thought the auction sort of took care of that.”
I shrugged. “We have history, Johnny and me. As long as I can have visitation rights. Plus, once you’re back from LA, I have quite a rigorous schedule for you.”
“Oh really, Mistress? Do tell.”
I pulled his face to mine with a slight pinch. “I’ll give you the details as I see fit,” I hissed. He bit his lip. “But for now, let’s agree that we’re going to need some intensive training to break you in as my submissive. Perhaps I’ll even give you some tasks to perform while you’re away. Skype is very impressive technology for long-distance . . . arrangements.” Thank goodness I’d have enough time with Sarah to learn this stuff before he got back. But not as her roommate. I needed to be on my own.
“I’ll do whatever you ask, whenever you ask. But I don’t want to think about LA right now, I want to dance some more. Then maybe we could, um, practice again.”
“I’m not one to decline an invitation like that,” I said, taking his hand and trying to play it cool as we both exited the boathouse with flushed faces and wicked smiles. I stroked his palm with my thumb.
Aston and I glided onto the dance floor, arms wound around each other, our bodies knotting like ropes.
“I trust you, you know,” he said
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