kisses, more caresses, more skin, more everything. I needed it. I was making little whimpering noises that I was aware of but couldn't seem to stop.
“Stroke yourself for me,” he whispered to me, and I opened my eyes dazedly. What? What had he said to me?
“Put your hand around that pretty cock so you can stroke yourself. Let me watch you, sweetheart.”
I hesitated and he gave me another of those devastating smiles. He rubbed his leg against me, nudging me and I looked up at him. His eyes were absolutely mesmerizing. Luminous. “Wrap your hand around your dick, Jordy. That’s right. Widen your knees. Do it for me, because I asked you to.”
Would he touch me now? Would he make love to me on this bed? God, I wanted him to. I wasn't sure how my fortunes had turned this way. So how could I resist him now? Why should I? This was something meant to be. This was our time and place and the gods had designed this very moment and brought us to it. I was sure of it.
He nuzzled the side of my face. I inhaled sharply, awash in those feelings that I must be dreaming. That it was too good to be true. I was drowning in sensation as he bit gently on my earlobe and slid his mouth down to nibble at my jaw. I moaned and leaned up toward him.
“Get on your knees for me.” He gestured to the floor. “Here, Jordy.”
I stopped stroking myself and slid down off the bed and knelt between his legs to lay my head on his thigh. “So sweet. What do you want to do now, Jordy?”
“To take you in my mouth and make you feel good.”
He smiled at me benevolently and pushed my face against his leather covered crotch. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“No, let me show you.” I leaned in and pressed my lips against his groin. Even though he was still fully clothed, I fancied I could smell him, a clean scent like soap and leather. It was probably my imagination, but I stuck my nose into the crease of his thighs and inhaled deeply. Beneath my face, I could feel his dick harden and he gave a muffled groan as I pressed my lips to what felt like the head of his hard dick.
He watched me and never said a word, just looked at me approvingly. His eyes feasted on me. The moment was heady with excitement. I was harder than I think I'd ever been before. I looked up at him expectantly, wanting his praise, and he didn't let me down. He smiled and leaned over me, his lips grazing my forehead. I felt as if there were no one else in the world but the two of us.
I began to get lost in another daydream about him as I pressed my cheek against his groin. It was about how he’d be my boyfriend, my partner. What a story we'd have to tell our friends about how we met. We'd have a lot of friends too, and invite them over to have dinner parties, where he would grill steaks out on the deck, and I'd make a salad and dessert, and then on weekends, we would stay home and cuddle on the couch. Unless he wanted to go and do something exciting, like going out to a club. I'd be able to do those things with him there beside me, because he was so brave and strong. He could teach me. We could even be Doms together and share the same sub. Some perfect little sub who would be everything I'd always dreamed about.
My breathing was getting faster and faster. Even without so much as the touch of a hand, I thought I could come, and I looked up at him for his approval.
“Not yet. Do what I tell you to do.” I nodded and he leaned over me, caressing my back and my ass. A brief graze of his fingers over my ass startled me and pulled my thoughts out of the glorious future I'd envisioned for us and right back to what was happening here and now. I gasped and looked up at him. “I'm not a sub.”
“You’re whatever I say you are.” he kissed my neck and I melted into him again. He looked down at me and made me look into his eyes. “Aren’t you?” I relented.
“Yes, I am,” I said breathlessly. “Whatever you say.”
“And I can