How This Works

“Come on, come on.”

“I’m right behind you.”

“We’re almost there”

I could feel the familiar flutter of desire and anticipation that always thrilled me - and as I looked back at my man, I could see the delight and eagerness in his eyes.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“Not yet.”

He flashed me a wicked grin and I couldn’t help but return it.

“This walk has never felt so damn long.”

“I didn’t know you could move so quickly in heels.”

I stepped towards him as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close to me.

“You’ve seen me move quickly in these heels before.”

His eyes were locked on mine and I could feel his chest rise and fall faster with each moment.

“In fact you’ve seen me do a lot of things in these heels before, haven’t you?”

“I have...”

I could feel the heat of him through his shirt, in fact I could practically feel his heart racing

I kept my eyes locked on his as I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and he wasted no time either as he slid the straps of my top off my shoulders.

“Well, you work quickly.”

“I’ve been waiting patiently all day.”

I pushed him back, and as we parted my dress fell to the ground. I carefully stepped out of it and let his eyes drink in the sight of me.

“You’ve been waiting all day, but I don’t know how patiently.”

He stepped toward me, but when I held up my hand. He stopped instantly. God, I’ve always loved it when he was in this mood… to obey. To please.

“Take off your shirt.”

He didn’t question it, he just began unbuttoning without looking away from me, not even for a moment.

“Toss it.”

I watched the way his arm moves as he did as he’s told… the flex of his muscles…

“I thought maybe you’d just toss it to the ground, but no, you really threw it away. Overachieving already.”

“Always for you.”

“Unbuckle your pants.”

He kicked off his shoes and quickly took off his socks. Something I’m thankful for and made a note to mention specifically next time.

I let my eyes slowly run down his body before coming back up, taking in every inch as if I was memorising it.

“Do you like doing as you’re told?”

“I like doing what you tell me to do.”

“And only what I tell you?”

“Yes. Only what you tell me.”

“But out there, you tell so many people what to do, so many people look up to you.”

“They do, I’ve got a lot of responsibility out there.”

“But not in here… no. You only look up to me in here, don’t you. ”

“Only you.”

Out there he might be an intelligent man, one who holds a substantial amount of power and responsibility. For me though, he was so much more than that.

Behind closed doors, he was something for me to indulge in, something for me to enjoy, and he loved every moment of it and was only too happy to show me.

“Follow me.”

To emphasise my order, I beckoned him forward with a come hither motion and he responded instantly, matching my pace as I slowly led him to the living room.

The click of my heels on the floor was so oddly punctuated by his soft footfalls behind me.

“Do you have any idea how good you look?”

“Tell me…”

“God… you look amazing. Especially walking like this, leading me to wherever we might be going. ”

The walk didn't take long, but the whole way I could feel his gaze set firmly on me, I could feel how much he was looking forward to this without even touching him.

I spun rapidly on my heels and met his gaze before gracefully but dramatically falling back onto the couch.

“Are you ready?”

“For you, always.”

“Tell me you’re ready.”

I slowly crossed my legs and sat upright as I looked at him.

“I am ready.”

“Good.”

I spread my legs open, giving him a good view… using my finger to tell him to come closer.

He didn’t need any further encouragement as he dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Uh uh, no touching, not yet, just looking.”

I watched his body tense before he slowly relaxed, my own hand running down my stomach and across my soft panties.

“Just watch for now.”

I ran a finger up and down my pussy, before gently teasing my clit through my panties.

He barely even blinked as he kept watching me, his hands resting on his thighs, his desire obvious as his breathing got heavier.

“That’s it, keep watching me, keep watching my fingers.”

“Fuck, you look so fucking good.”

I carefully pulled my panties aside and relished in the way his eyes lit up with desire.

“Fuck, baby…”

I kept playing with my pussy, watching his reaction to every movement of my fingers, his muscles tense and ready to react.

“Do you think you’re ready too? Do you think you’ve earned it? Earned a taste… ”

“Absolutely, yes.”

“I want you to eat my pussy, make me cum.”

The words were barely out of my mouth when he leaned into me, and his hands ran up my thighs. His tongue against my pussy felt incredible.

“Good, fuck, very good”

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for me…”

He didn’t reply, he was far too focused on what he was doing, but I could tell he was revelling in every moment of it.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it, yes.”

I could feel the way his tongue ran around my clit before he started to suck on it, my hips instinctively moving to increase the sensation.

I want your fingers inside me.

There was no hesitation. He let go of one of my thighs and I felt him slide first one finger, and then another inside me.

“Fuck, yes, so good at following instructions.”

“Always.”

“Yes, keep going, just like that, you’re doing such a good job.”

“Oh fuck, don’t change anything, keep doing exactly what you’re doing”

I could feel myself getting close and I wanted it just like this. I wanted to cum in his mouth, on his hand. I knew he’d do exactly as I instructed.

“Fuck, mmmm, yes, yes.”

My hips were grinding against his face, his fingers curled up inside me so perfectly, I couldn’t hold back but also didn’t want this sensation to end.

“Fuck, yes, yes, fuck you’re doing so good.”

“Oh, oh fuck.”

I had barely caught my breath before I was up standing, looking down at him on his knees.

“Get on the couch, sit.”

He acted instantly and sat down before me. I reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock as I stared into his eyes.

“You’ve been waiting for this.”

“Yes.”

I slowly stroked his cock with a loose grip, moving my thumb up and around his tip, rubbing the precum around his head.

“So have I.”

I straddled him as I held his cock where I wanted him so I could slowly lower myself down onto him.

“Fuuuck”

“Mmmmm… yes.”

I grinned at him as I slowly started to grind my hips back and forth, my own thighs gripping his as my fingers dug into his firm shoulders.

“Yes, that’s it, that feels so good”

“It feels so fucking good, and you look so amazing.”

“Do I?”

“Yes, you look so good riding me like that, god– yes….”

I started to move my hips more, lifting and dropping as I ground against him.

“Yes, that feels good doesn’t it.”

“Yes, yes it does.”

“How good?”

“It feels so fucking good.”

I could hear his moans getting louder, more intense, I could feel his muscles, the building tension.

“Fuck, I, I’m getting close already.”

“No, no, not yet”

I eased off and reached behind me, quickly unclasping my bra and tossing it to the side.

“Play with my nipples, show them how much you appreciate them.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

My hips moved more slowly, more deliberately, his hands caressing my breasts as he ran his tongue around one nipple and then the other.

He started to suck on one as I let my head fall back, he rolled my other nipple carefully but firmly between his fingers.

My hips were moving faster now, not that I’d actually meant to… but fuck, it felt too good. I couldn’t stop.

“Oh shit, I’m– Yes, I’m going to cum again, fuck— Oh god… ”

That orgasm took me by surprise but I still wanted more. He was close, I could tell… but there was still something we could do.

“Lay down on the couch.”

He’d barely had time before I straddled his head and lowered my pussy onto his tongue.

He didn’t need to be given directions, and perhaps I should have chided him for not waiting for them, but it felt too good to care at this point.

“Stroke your cock as you eat my pussy, but slowly.”

I felt his hand move and I peeked behind me and watched as he wrapped his hand around his shaft. Slowly moving it up and down as he sucked on my clit.

I could feel my next orgasm building, I was so sensitive already… he knew exactly what he was doing. He was good like that, he paid attention to what pleased me best.

“That’s my good boy, fuck, make me cum”

“Yes yes yes. Again, again… right there. Shit… almost… Yes!!! ”

“Uh uh, keep stroking your cock for me.”

I carefully climbed off him as he did as he was told, then leant forward to lightly kiss his chest.

His eyes remained fixed on me, waiting for his next command.

“Would you like some help?”

“Yes”

I wrapped my hand around his throbbing shaft and I could already feel how badly he needed to cum.

I started off slowly, teasing him, feeling the frustration in his body that was too delectable to ignore.

“How much do you need to cum?”

“So, so much.”

The words felt almost forced out, he was trying so hard not to do anything without permission.

“How much is so much?”

“I, I need to cum so badly, I need to.”

“Beg for it…”

“Please, I’m so close, so— God, I— oh… ”

“That’s it… keep making those noises for me…”

“Yeah, it’s okay, you can. You can cum for me, cum for me… Cum for me…. ”

I watched as the thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, splashing across his chest. I felt it running down my fingers as the twitching lessened.

“You’re right, it sounded like you really needed that.”

“Yes, I absolutely did.”

I let go of his slowly softening cock and stood up.

“You sound so good when you cum, do you know that?”

He just smiled at me again and the relief on his face was evident.

“Well, why don’t you follow me to the shower and you can help clean me up, would you like that?”

“Absolutely”

“Just what I wanted to hear.”

He slowly rose as I stepped aside, eventually standing straight, even in heels he was much taller than myself.

“Come on then.”

I reached out for his hand and he eagerly took it.

“And if you’re good, I might have more for you yet.”