my underwear. I exhaled with a moan and moved back and forth along his hard cock.
“Oh, fuck. You feel good,” he moaned.
He wrapped my hair in his fist and I pressed my ass down harder into his lap, watching his face as it twisted with arousal. His stern expression was tinged with a slack mouth, wet lips, and hungry eyes. I loved making him look so fucking flustered. I wanted to make him feel.
He put a hand on my hip and kept the other in my hair. “Slower.”
I obeyed. I rode him dry through our underwear, agonizingly slow. My dick was stiff and aching, I whined with desperation when he kissed me. It was torture, feeling his big cock and not being able to bounce on it as hard and as fast as I wanted to.
But I loved obeying him. My pulse surged with excitement at the idea Ry really was a Dom and seemed like he could really show me what a Dom/sub relationship was about—
I gasped into his kiss at the thought, and closed my eyes to sink into the thrill.
What a Dom/sub relationship might be like when it’s done correctly, not like the fumbling attempts of my exes like Ian who mistook dominance for jealousy and control and degradation. I was so fucking excited at the idea Ry might be able to give me what I really needed. And that he’d want to.
I wanted to make him happy. So happy he wouldn’t want to leave. At least, not tonight.
I nipped his bottom lip then slid down the bed between his legs. He let me go and ran his hands through my hair, but I looped my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and he shook his head.
“Please…” I begged with as much sweetness as I could muster.
He smiled at me, seemingly touched by the saccharine edge of my voice, then pushed my hair back behind my ear and wet his lips.
“Lie down, Braxton.”
I whined and pawed at his cock with a neediness from deep inside my belly, my cock aching, my mouth wet and yearning to taste him. “Please… I want to make you feel good.”
“Then do what I ask you to.” His voice took on a deep, demanding tone. “Lie down.”
I was floating on a cloud as I slipped onto my back without another thought. My mind was a vast, peaceful void and my body moved like it knew just how to be. I lay back and knew I was doing what I was meant to. What he wanted me to.
Ry knelt above me and smoothed my hair out of my face with a gentle touch matching the words he spoke.
“You’re beautiful.” He smoothed the backs of his knuckles over my cheeks.
I realized through the warm hum in my mind that all of my panic and fear from my nightmare were gone; all of the embarrassment and shame from telling him about my past had disappeared too. I just felt… fucking amazing.
He dragged his thumb over my jawline. “You want to make me feel good, don’t you?”
A shiver ran up my spine and I nodded, enthusiastic and hopeful.
“You want it more than anything?” He held my jaw. “To make me come?”
I groaned in exasperation and nodded into his firm grip.
“First lesson in waiting.” He dragged his thumb over my bottom lip, smearing my spit across my pout. I went to suck it into my mouth, desperate to feel him inside me, but he snatched it away quickly.
“Your body is my body tonight.” With a firm hold on my chin, he kissed my mouth then pressed his lips to my ear. “Tonight I’m going to get off on how hard I can make you come. No touching me until I give you permission. Got it?”
Disappointment stung for an instant, but the instructions were clear. Deliciously clear. The yearning to give Ry the best blowjob of his life was still there, but it was padded by a warm sense of belonging. I wanted to do exactly what he wanted me to, so I wriggled my hands under my butt to show I wouldn’t touch him, as directed.
“Good,” he praised.
The sound of his deep voice made my stomach quiver and my cock surged in my underwear. He must have noticed, because the next instant, he had them off. My hard dick smacked against my belly. I bit my bottom lip as Ry gazed at it adoringly, and my cock throbbing with anticipation for his touch.
But Ry grabbed my