Dominate Me — With Pleasure
I want a man who can overpower me (with orgasms)
Dominate Me
Lately, I’m yearning — no, aching, for a man who can dominate me. A man who knows what I need.
Want to know what my greatest fetish is? A man who is stronger than me. A man who can grab my hips and toss me in whatever position he wants. Because my dream Dom knows all the positions that will give me the most exquisite pleasure.
One of the best parts? Dominating me and delivering pleasure will only serve to heighten his.
His cock becomes rock hard when he binds my wrists with leather restraints above my head. It twitches as he kisses me deeply and I moan into his mouth and press my breasts against his chest. It throbs with need when he places his hand around my neck and squeezes.
“Open your legs for me,” he says. I comply, eagerly, but he forces them even farther part with his knee. Then, he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, gliding it over the top of my clit, up and down along my slit, which is dripping wet for him by that point.
As I lift my hips to get more pressure from his cock rubbing between my legs, he squeezes my neck slightly harder.
“Don’t come until I say,” he warns. He takes his dick and gently slaps my clit with its solid weight, over and over and over. The sensation drives me closer to climax, and I breathe in and out in short gasps.
He continues rubbing my clit with his steel cock, slippery with his pre-cum and my wetness.
“You feel so good,” he says, his breathing starting to match mine.
Not even a minute later, I feel the muscles deep in my core clenching, nearly ready to release.
“Please,” I beg. “I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
He grins down at me and gives my neck another gentle squeeze.
He first answers by increasing his pace, rubbing the full length of his dick, from its glistening head to the base, harder against my engorged clit.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I enjoy the otherworldly sensation of being gently choked. “Fuck, yes.”
“Go ahead then,” he says, his voice amused. “Let me hear you come.”
He stops moving his hips and simply moves the tip of his cock against my throbbing pink clit, making circles with it and rubbing it from side to side as fast as he can handle.
My orgasm crashes against me suddenly. I wail loudly as I feel the electricity shoot from my core to my other limbs, heating my belly, my chest, and my breasts. I feel my labia tingle as my vaginal opening contracts and releases.
He stares between my legs, taking in the sight.
“I love watching your pussy pulsate. Damn, you’re beautiful.”
Penetrate Me
Without warning, he takes his hand from my neck and places it over my mouth, cutting off my moans. In that very same instant, he thrusts into me in one hard stroke, landing the tip of his cock as deep inside of me as it will go.
I pull against my restraints and moan into his large hand, breathing hard as my eyes roll to the ceiling.
Then he starts to fuck me, none too gently. Craving his cock inside me, wanting him closer, hungry for all of him, I wrap my legs wrap around his waist. My heels dig into his back as I meet his pounding rhythm, thrust for thrust.
He keeps his hand pressed firmly against my mouth, looking deep into my blue-gray eyes.
Pleasure. Domination. Surrender. Connection. I love it all and I want more.
He lifts one eyebrow. “Something you’d like to say?”
He lifts his hand and buries himself deep inside me, then stays perfectly still as he waits for my answer.
“I…I want you to go harder.”
His eyes light up. I swear I feel his cock twitch inside me.
“You’re sure?”
I nod, suddenly feeling shy and too greedy.
He smiles for a moment, then moves in a frenzy.
He quickly removes one of my cuffs and flips me over with enough strength that I barely have to use my own muscles.
“Ass up. Hands behind your back.” The restraint is buckled again in an instant.
Then, I feel his dick at my entrance once more. When he’s inside me again, it’s so deep it almost hurts.
Almost.
I cry out with each of his merciless thrusts. He’s fucking me into the next world, and I’m enjoying the journey more than I can put into words.
“Now, down,” he says, pressing on my back until I’m laying flat with my belly on the mattress, my legs straight.
He stays inside me and follows me down, placing each of his thighs outside of my hips and squeezing my legs together. Now I can use my thighs and core muscles to squeeze his delicious cock as hard as I can as he fills me.
Before he starts to move, I hear a low buzzing sound. “Lift your hips a bit,” he instructs.
He can’t see my face, but I smile broadly as I do what he says. I feel his hand reach beneath my hips. I feel the length of my wand vibrator as he places it between my thighs, the large, round vibrating head pointed up so that it’s right at the level of my clit.
“Now, lower your hips again. All the way down.”
I moan hungrily as I feel the vibrator meet my vulva. I place my full weight on it, and I can feel the intense vibrations spread throughout my clit, my labia — throughout my entire cunt.
The stimulation mixed with the sensation of his cock filling me is almost too good. When he starts to move inside me, my pleasure intensifies.
I cry out. I beg for him to fuck me. I writhe and wriggle and enjoy every second of the high.
“I can feel you vibrating,” he says. He slaps my ass and I squeal.
Then I come, loudly and happily. I feel myself squirt this time. It only happens occasionally, when my pleasure is over the top and I’m being deeply penetrated as my clit is stimulated.
I cry out as each wave of orgasm pulses through me, my hot liquid pleasure spreading over his dick.
“Mmm. It feels so good when you come on my cock.”
Empower Me
I try to lift my hips so that I can’t feel the vibrator so intensely on my clit. I’m so sensitive, I don’t think I can take it.
He leans down and whispers in my ear. “Did I say you could stop?”
“No,” I whisper, panting, trying to recover my senses.
“No. That’s right. Down you go.”
This time he pushes down on my ass cheeks so that I’m pressing against the vibrator even harder than my full weight allows.
I squirm and cry out, trying to will myself to take it. Just a few moments, and I won’t be so sensitive.
“Do I need to stop?”
“No! No — don’t stop.”
“I didn’t think so,” he says. “I know how much you can take. And I’m going to make you come again.”
He keeps his hands on my ass cheeks, squeezing them, kneading them. At the same time, he fucks me with long, drawn-out strokes.
When he pushes my limits, when he forces pleasure on me, when he makes me come, he’s empowering me. By taking control, he’s giving me everything I want.
Being dominated is my decision. It’s what my body and mind crave. This is my highest pleasure.
His domination is my sexual gratification — so yes, I’m empowered.
His rhythm changes, quickening ever so slightly. His grunts of pleasure get louder. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls so that my head lifts off the pillow.
I know he’s about to fill me up.
Knowing he’s close and feeling the slight pain of my hair being pulled makes me even more turned on. At this point, my clit is past feeling oversensitive. Now I’m taking his cock and grinding into the vibrator at the same time, going hard as the pleasure starts to build and brings me, once again, to the edge.
He plunges himself as deep as he can and lets out a groaning, guttural howl of release as I feel his come fill me. There’s so much that it leaks out of me and I can feel it on my thighs, making them slick.
I love his cock and his semen filling me as I’m grinding on the wand, and I follow right behind him. My third orgasm is more intense than the other two. I feel it everywhere. It practically shatters me. I shudder and come quietly this time — hardly an ounce of energy left to vocalize my ecstasy.
He’s pulling out of me. Massaging my back. Kissing my neck. Caressing my breasts and holding me close to him.
This man, this Dom I love to imagine — he knows exactly how to torture me with anticipation first. He knows how to meet my needs — to take control of my body and do things to it that will make my every nerve ending sing.
He can read my reactions. Every moan, every cry, every movement I make in response to his touch. He can tell what it all means, whether it’s working or not.
He simply pays attention to me. And he takes an active role in my pleasure by attending to my every desire.
Is that so much to ask?
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