Page 36 of A Good Girl's Guide to Dominance
“Sit on your butt,” I demand. “Put your back against the couch and open your legs wide for me. We can't go any further until I return the favor.”
Her smile never wavers as Nia follows my instructions to a T. She shifts her body weight and sits down on her butt before scooting back until she is leaning against the couch. Once she's all set, I lay flat on my stomach and slide myself forward, wasting no time engulfing her pretty little pussy with my mouth.
She sucks in a gasp like she just plunged into icy waters, her muscles tightening all around me as her hands shoot forward to grab the back of my head, locking me in place. That’s fine. I never want to leave anyway.
It’s not a competition, but I eat her pussy like it is. I have to astonish her the way she just did me, and I work myself into a sweat to fulfill the mission. Nia’s moans and writhing body spur me forward as my tongue dances across her clit before sucking it into my mouth. I suck and lick it at the same time, building up a rhythm until her breathing becomes labored and her alluring moans are long and drawn out, a beautiful symphony playing above me. The second I push two fingers into her dripping pussy, Nia tightens her grip on my head, her nails clutching me like talons.
“Oh fuck,” she exclaims. “Sir, please … can I please come? I’m about to come.”
“Come in my mouth,” I tell her between licks. “Let me taste what I've been starving for since the day we met.”
“Oh god!” she shouts before her words are replaced by a guttural scream.
Wetness explodes into my mouth as she lets go, and I drink it all down, completely unabashed. I keep going, licking and sucking her pussy and forcing her body into convulsions that fill me with pride. Nia melts for me, and I love it. I want more of it. I need it, and my cock responds accordingly, maxing out in rigidity as I push myself off the floor and move in to kiss Nia’s neck.
She pants in front of me, sweat rolling down her face like a cold bottle on a hot day, and her eyes are closed as she tries to recover. I give her a moment, although I'm dying to keep going. Even in this exhausted state, she is still gorgeous from head to toe, and it feels like everything we've done so far has been so harmonic. We fit together. Her submission calls to my Dominance in a way that I haven't felt in far too long. I have no idea what that means or how I should feel about it, but I know that I ache for more.
As her breathing begins to finally slow, I reach up and gently wrap my fingers around her throat. I want to squeeze until she can no longer breathe, but we haven't talked about each other’s kinks yet. I could easily assume that she's into breath play, but assumptions in BDSM are billboard-sized red flags. So, I don't choke her. I caress her skin with my fingertips as I pepper her neck and cheek with soft kisses. It’s not until her hand comes up and covers mine that I get a glimpse of what Nia truly wants.
“Keep going,” she says. “Please, Sir.”
Her fingers tighten around mine and I feel her head and neck shift forward. I know what she's hinting at, but I require more if we’re going to go down that road.
“You want me to choke you?” I ask, halting the entire scene until she makes her consent clear.
“Yes, Sir,” she replies. “Choke me … while you fuck me.”
My body immediately responds to her permission—my cock throbbing, my heart racing, my hands aching to give her the best version of what she just asked for. I place a hand beneath each of Nia’s arms and use my strength to lift her until her ass is squarely on the couch with her legs raised in the air on both sides of my waist. The sight of her is enough to send fireworks exploding across my imagination. Her beautiful brown skin is so enticing it makes my mouth water. This is just our first time together, but I’m already thinking about the things I want to do to her as we progress in the future.
Nia places her hands beneath her knees and holds her legs up for me, waiting patiently while I remove a condom from my wallet, discard the rest of my clothes, and position myself in front of her. As Nia watches hungrily, I sheathe my cock with the condom, stretching it to its limits. I place one knee on the floor and one hand around Nia’s throat, using the other to direct my cock into her pussy. Her warmth and wetness make me gasp, because I can't believe how good she feels. Everything she has done tonight has been awe-inspiring, and she's doing it without effort. Naturally, she looks this good and feels this incredible. It’s like our bodies were made for each other in a lab, and now that we've found each other, our worlds will be colorless if we are ever apart again.
“Show me,” Nia suddenly orders. “Please don't hold back. I want it all. Choke me hard. Fuck me hard. Make me come hard. Please, Sir. You have no idea how badly I need this from you. I'm begging. Be relentless.”
What the fuck? Who is this woman?
I bite my lip as wicked thoughts in my mind grow wings and take flight. I won't take this sanction lightly. If she wants to be fucked hard, I will show her what it is like to be fucked by a real Dom. I begin with one long stroke that nearly pulls me all the way out of her, teasing my tip and her entrance at the same time. She looks at me with more hunger in her eyes than I've ever seen from anyone before. She pleads with me without speaking, needing me inside of her more than she needs anything else in the world right now, and when I push all the way in, her eyes flutter closed as she moans—an image painted in heaven.
Each and every stroke of my cock is long and hard. I want to give her every thick inch of me. There can be no question about what good sex feels like after tonight. She will never forget. I will make sure of it. I pound Nia’s pussy exactly the way she asked for it—relentlessly.
Some guys think sex is all about how fast they can go. Those boys are wrong. When a woman says she wants it harder, it usually doesn't mean faster. I don't make it a race. I take my time, keeping my pace even as I fuck Nia senseless. Our bodies slam together and rock the couch as we both moan, filling the house with the sound of our sex. If she shared a wall with someone next door, they would hear our bliss bleeding through the paint. They would think a god descended from the stars to torture their neighbor. Nia moans without shame, and she doesn't stop when I bring my other hand down on her neck, squeezing it until the muscles in my forearms flex.
“Yes,” she croaks behind my tight grasp. “Fuck me, Sir. Oh my god.”
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, completely destroying her.
“Yes, Sir!” she shrieks, her eyes cinched shut as her body rocks back and forth.
“Is this what you needed?”
“Yes. Please keep going.”
“Are you ready to come for me?”
“Yes. I’m so close. Can I come for you? Please, Sir. Let me come for you.”
I don't answer right away because I feel the surging sensation of my own orgasm galloping forward. It starts in my pelvis and spreads to every limb, and I know I’m about to lose control. It’s about to erupt from me with only a few more strokes and I won't be able to keep myself upright before long.
“Do it,” I tell Nia as my orgasm begins. “Come all over me while I come inside you. Oh fuck!”
