Sexual story: His night
16 Feb 2023
Tonight it's time, it's his turn to release the dominant drive that has always been hiding somewhere in him.
In his favorite lingerie, I kneel on the bed. I feel sexy knowing that within minutes he will go wild with me. I'm having a good time.
Slowly I see the door open. He walks into the bedroom in only gray sweatpants. In his hands he has several toys and I do my best to absorb them. His gaze is fixed on me and he looks me up and down.
“You look really beautiful,” he says.
His voice is deep and calm. It has a calming effect on me and calms the tension that silently rushes through me.
I sigh briefly and then look in his direction with a mischievous smile. He puts the toys on the edge of the bed and faces me. His bare chest is within reach and I have to do my best to keep my hands neatly on my lap, as he likes.
A little bit of goosebumps glistens around his nipples and I see his breathing rise and fall under his firm chest. My eyes wander to the edge of his sweatpants. The string is already loose and man oh man how I would like to sink my teeth into it, but I control myself.
“What are you looking at?” His voice echoes through the bedroom, laughing.
“Nowhere,” I reply, looking the other way.
He grabs my chin with one hand. He presses the tip of his thumb against my bottom lip and looks at me sternly.
'Are you ready for it?'
To answer his question I close my lips around his thumb and start sucking playfully. Meanwhile, my eyes seem to have caught on to his.
Carefully he bends over slightly and presses a soft kiss on my forehead. It is the kiss that lets you know that there is an unprecedented amount of love for me in him. The kiss that should now make up for the fact that he will soon be heavy-handed with me. The smell of his perfume enters my nose and releases the excitement in me. It's irresistible how good it smells. Almost forbidden. Then he gives me a gentle push against my shoulders and I fall backward.
It's not the first time, by now I know the first steps and before he can ask I place my hands above my head.
"Good, you're looking forward to it."
His laugh is mischievous and echoes softly through the bedroom.
I look at him proudly. I don't know what it is, but it always feels like a compliment when he notices that I'm one step ahead. As if I've just been told by the boss that I'm doing an excellent job and that I'm so good at taking the initiative.
He ties my wrists together above my head. Tight enough to barely move, but soft enough not to hurt. This man, as always, knows exactly what he is doing. Instantly I feel my heart rate go up slightly.
Once my wrists are tied, he sits next to me and slides his fingertips from my wrist, through my forearm and upper arm, toward my chest. It's between tension and tickling and I hold my breath. When he reaches my breast he grabs my nipple through the lace of the bra and then squeezes it in a longing way. A soft moan of shock and discharge rolls out of my mouth.
“I really enjoy you, you know that,” he says in response to my reaction.
I nod gently, then look at his fingertips. They slide excruciatingly slowly towards my thong. Every bit of skin he touches seems to be left in heat.
When he reaches the edge of my shorts, he looks deep into my eyes one last time. With both hands he grabs the lace of my thong and pulls the bottom down. The lace rolls up and rubs against my skin more and more. It's exciting and I'm starting to breathe louder and louder.
As soon as my thong reaches my ankles he pulls it over my feet and throws it somewhere in the corner of the room. He grabs my ankles and forces my legs wider apart. He places cuffs around both my ankles with a spreader bar between them, which he then pulls apart as wide as possible. My most sensitive spot is naked, sensitively naked. Between my legs I feel how my lips stick moistly apart.
“Hmmm.” he growls excitedly.
I start panting uncontrollably. It's pure tension that I don't know what to do with for a while. Naturally, I want to bring my legs a little closer together, but that's impossible.
He places his fingertips against my ankle and slowly slides up toward where my legs meet. I do my best to get my breathing under control and just when he gets to all the sensitivity, he stops. He gives a short, snappy tap to the inside of my thigh.
"Not yet," he says sternly.
He nonchalantly noses through the repertoire of toys that he had previously picked up
placed on the edge of the bed. Like he doesn't know what he's looking for yet. I can only see what he finally takes when he holds it in front of my mouth.
“Lick it.” he orders.
Looking straight into his eyes, I run my tongue over the metal butt plug and everything in me tries to prepare for what's about to happen.
Playful and with a cheeky smile on his face, he presses the butt plug against my butt. He pushes further and further until he almost pops in, but then pulls back to start the tune all over again. It's maddening. This man. As soon as the butt plug is in place, he wiggles it back and forth a few more times. I moan a little louder, he knows exactly what this does to me.
By now I've already pushed my pelvis in his direction, hoping he'll heed my subtle hint. He does not do that. He again digs through the toys he has on display and I then see how he uses a small vibrator and pushes the vibrations through my bra against my nipple. Holy shit, they feel good. In no time my nipples protrude willingly and my panting has turned into a kind of whining. My clit wants attention. Again I push my pelvis up slightly in his direction. The tension on the butt plug moves.
He strokes the vibrator in the direction of my heat, but once there he wanders maddeningly around it. I'd love to wiggle my lower body, wriggle myself in all sorts of bends to find the vibrations, but I control myself. Still. My wrists clammy against each other above my head. It's hard for me to control myself.
Again the vibrations shoot down my groin, past my wet labia and past my clit. Then it eludes me.
“Take me.” I whisper almost inaudibly.
I gasp so softly that I somehow hope he didn't hear it, but it was loud enough anyway. In one jerk he throws the vibrator on the bed, pulls my knees up slightly and bends over.
With his firm, flat tongue, he licks from my butt through my lips, over my clit, mound, and stomach, between my breasts, and up to my neck. And all in one move. I arch my back and automatically look to the side. His tongue reaches my jawline and as soon as I feel his breath against my earlobe I'm overcome by a tingling effect that shoots through my body.
“Stay down,” he says sternly.
I know from experience that he means business and I do my best to keep absolutely still. I can hardly even breathe. I tilt my face to the right and somewhere in the corner of my eye I see him take off his pants. I feel him sit between my legs and place the spreader bar in front of his chest. My butt goes up in the air and I feel the pressure on the butt plug change again. He leans forward slightly, placing one hand around my waist and the other around my throat. The pressure he exerts is horny and verging on painful. He's in control and after sliding his moist cockhead through my lips twice, he thrusts himself inside.
With every thrust I feel him racing through me, I feel how the butt plug dances along to his rhythm, sometimes almost out of me and then full back in. Everything feels sensitive. Too sensitive. Before I know it my body starts to shake. Under his growls, loud moans and encouraging horny words my body explodes. Only when I feel the tears running down my nose do I realize how much I look forward to his evenings and how much I secretly like his dominant side.