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Any man can grab a woman by her hair, throw her down on the bed, and rip her clothes off. Sure, he can tie her up, call her a ‘bitch’ or a ‘slut’ or a ‘whore’, and then have rough sex with her.
But that’s not dominance.
True dominance is when you whisper softly in her ear and then observe as she obediently removes her clothing, one piece at a time. It’s about watching as she kneels before you, offering her entire self to you. Willingly. Without hesitation or reservation.
It’s about knowing that nothing makes her happier than making you happy.
She was standing in the kitchen with nothing but an apron on.
That made him smile.
Before he had left that morning he had ordered her to spend the day naked at home. She was such a good girl. She followed his commands well.
He could hear the steady Chop!Chop!Chop! of the knife on the cutting board as she sliced vegetables for the dinner she had started to prepare. She was turned so that her back was to him. She didn’t know he was watching her. She was softly humming to herself.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, drinking her in. Her long, dark brown hair was up in a messy bun. Her perfect ass was completely exposed underneath the tie of the apron that wrapped around her slender waist. And when she reached up to brush a fallen strand of hair out of her face he could see the side of one of her ample breasts peeking out from beneath the fabric of the apron. She was the absolute definition of beauty.
He cleared his throat and she dropped the knife and spun around, appearing startled. But when she saw him a smile lit up her face.
“You’re home early today.” She said. Her voice was soft and sweet.
He could feel his cock throbbing against the inside of his pants. He knew if she looked she would be able to see what she was doing to him, but she didn’t. Her eyes remained locked on his and that breathtaking smile never left her lips.
“I‘ve wanted you since I left you this morning.” He told her. His voice was low and husky.
Without saying a word she walked over to stand in front of him. She licked her lips and he recognized that familiar look in her eyes. She wanted him too. She wanted to taste his cock. She loved pleasuring him with her mouth.
“Get down on your knees.” He ordered gently.
She quickly did as she was told, kneeling in front of him.
“Do you want my cock, pet?” he asked her.
“I want it, Sir.” She replied without a second’s hesitation. She was looking up at him with those big blue eyes.
“Go ahead.” he said, “Take it out and taste it.”
She was so eager. She reached up and unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the belt loops of his pants and tossing it aside. Then she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. She reminded him of a child at Christmas opening a long awaited present.
She slid her fingers into the top of his pants and pulled them down until they were around his feet. He stepped out of them. Then she did the same to his boxers. His hard cock sprung free.
She started licking up the pre-cum that was leaking and dripping out of his swollen head. She loved this. She was moaning softly. He could feel her metal tongue ring against his sensitive member.
After a few more licks to make sure she had lapped up all of his cum, she put the head of his cock in to her hot, waiting mouth. She was massaging him with her tongue ring, swirling it around from side to side.
He grabbed on to the counter for support and placed his free hand on her head like he was dribbling a basketball. Her mouth moved over his cock in a steady rhythm.
“Does my cock taste good, pet?” He asked her. His breathing was getting heavier. She was really good at this.
“So good, Sir.” She moaned, only taking his cock out of her mouth long enough to answer. Then she shoved it back in and he could feel himself slide down her throat.
He closed his eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over him. His cock slid in and out of her mouth. He began to thrust along with the rhythm that she had already established, fucking her face. She loved it when he did this. It turned her on.
She was getting him close and he didn’t want to come yet. He still had plans for this little sex session.
He stilled her head with his hand and then he took his cock and pulled it out of her mouth. It was dripping with saliva. She looked disappointed that he had made her stop.
“Stand up.” He told her.
She stood up.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the living room. Then he plopped her down on the couch.
“Put your ass up.” he ordered.
She quickly got up on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. He placed his hand on the back of her neck and pushed her face down into the couch. She didn’t fight him. She liked this kind of stuff.
He slapped his cock off her naked ass. Once. Twice. A third time. She yelped with pleasure.
Then he thrust deep inside her.
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