his torso firmly between my thighs.
He seems taken aback by my aggressiveness, but also doesn’t seem to mind. I notice his lips turning up slightly into the smallest smile as we continue kissing. He runs his hands through my hair roughly and then places them on my waist, pulling me closer against him. But I’ve had enough of him taking control tonight.
“Stop.” I cut off the kisses and sit up, still straddling him. He looks at me in confusion for a moment. “Wait here.”
I rummage in the nightstand where I’d seen him grab condoms before, find a box, and take one out. I toss it next to him. “Put that on.” He looks surprised that I’m so assertive but smiles and obliges me, jerking his boxer-briefs down to reveal his erection. I’m still standing by the bed, simply watching him. He maintains eye contact with me the entire time as he unwraps the condom and rolls it over his cock, squeezing himself gently as he does so.
Then, I stand up and scoop the belt up off the floor. I toss the belt onto the bed next to him and follow, crawling onto the plush mattress. I swing my leg over him and straddle him, slowly lowering myself onto his dick. I can feel his member pulsating through the thin layer of latex and let out a sigh of ecstasy as I push myself further and further down onto him.
His desire matches mine and he tilts his head back slightly, letting out a low groan as he hits me deep inside. He brings his hands up to hold my waist, trying to pull me closer. But I want to be in control now.
“No.” I grab his hands, removing them from my body. I place them firmly on the bed, palms down.
He looks startled but leaves his hands there, unmoving. I start to feel that same sense of power I felt in the poker room earlier tonight, that confidence, knowing that I was admired and wanted. With a smile, I lean forward and kiss him slowly and softly, pushing my tongue into his mouth as I grind my hips gently. Immediately, he brings his hands up to my waist.
“I said no.” I sit up again and give him a stern look. Then, I reach for the belt lying on the bed next to us. “Put your hands over your head.”
After a pause, a smile spreads across his face and he does as I say. He brings his wrists together above his head. I lean forward, across him, and bind his wrists securely together with the leather belt. I feel his cock twitch happily inside of me when the buckle clicks into place. Meanwhile I feel his breath on my tits, which are in his face as I lean across him. Goosebumps pop out immediately on my arms but I ignore them.
Straightening up, I look him square in the face. “Now, I’m going to have my way with you,” I tell him flatly. I put a hand on each of his shoulders, feeling his strength underneath me as I swivel my hips, moving myself up and down on top of him.
I know he could easily throw me off of him and take control of the situation at any second. Still, the sight of him bound, this mass of muscle subdued under my touch, has me quivering from head to toe. I push down on his chest, bracing myself as I drop down harder and harder on top of him. Our bodies make a slapping sound as they come together, again and again and again.
Wanting to tease out the moment, I pause, allowing just the tip of his cock to stay inside of me. He shoots me a look of irritation. I answer with a sweet smile. The rush of adrenaline I’m feeling is unparalleled.
“You seem to like being in control just as much as you like losing control.” He remarks, his eyes snapping with sparks as I continue to hover above him, refusing to take his cock all the way inside of me.
“Maybe…” I pause and start to lower myself a bit further onto him. I bring my hands forward, on either side of his head, and lean over him so our faces are just inches apart. I can still feel the stinging from where the belt hit me and my pussy is throbbing, aching to take him all the way in. I give him a gentle kiss. He opens his mouth, gently