8. A Very Good Boy
A VERY GOOD BOY
Being the dominant one is more fun than I expected. I more than enjoy being the one who’s told what to do, talked through it. Really, I just wanted to get a taste of what it was like to be on the other side of things. I just didn’t realize it would be this sweet.
Sure, I wasn’t as aggressive as some of the men I’ve been with, but I like that Ben listens, that he wants to please me, and he does so eagerly.
I’m almost shocked that it’s the same man who talked me through the first sexual encounter I ever had with someone besides my ex, but it makes calling the shots just a little more pleasurable.
He could throw me around, no problem. Physically, I have no chance when it comes to how big he is. Truly, my fantasies don’t even do him justice.
But size doesn’t matter in this dynamic. It’s me in charge, and him wanting to please me, which excites me.
His eyes nearly glazed over when I told him he had to earn it. I know exactly how he feels right now, and I enjoy making him feel this way. Almost as much as I’m soaking up every command he follows so beautifully.
I feel sexy, empowered, and so fucking aroused.
I’m soaking wet as I shift my body further up his chest, my hands resting on the wall as my thighs rest against each side of his head. His fingers dig into the side of my hips as I adjust my center against his lips.
He licks over my panties, and a sharp breath escapes me as I watch him. This position is a complete representation of how much I relish being in charge right now. His body is completely out of my purview and all that I can see is his handsome face, his mouth working to please me.
Ben swipes his tongue against the lace, my panties drenched with a mixture of my arousal and his saliva.
“Can I move your panties?” he asks, placing a kiss against my mound.
“You’ve been so sweet. I’ll do it for you,” I tell him.
I can feel him shifting beneath me as his breath hitches and I slide the undergarment to the side, granting him full access. He moans as he grabs my hips so hard that he might actually leave fingerprint-shaped bruises.
His eyes shut as he licks and sucks on my clit, like he’s savoring me, clearly enjoying himself.
With one hand against the wall for balance, I drag another through his thick dark hair, my nails delicately scraping against his scalp.
“That feels so good, right there.”
He moans, his tongue licking as his lips suck on my clit, making my hips shift against his mouth.
“Don’t stop. Right there.”
His hands roam against my rib cage, pushing my pussy harder against his mouth. I’m nearly riding his face at this point as my hips shift and he sucks and laps up every drop of my arousal.
“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come,” I slur, forcing myself to not throw my head back in ecstasy, but watch his reaction instead.
He doesn’t disappoint, as he glances up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, devouring my cunt while soaking up every single second of having my full attention.
My grip on his hair tightens as that delicious pull tingles in my abdomen, my cunt clenching around nothing as I stare down at his eager gaze.
“Is this how you want me to ride your cock? Show me how good you can be with your tongue and I’ll give it to you.”
His fingers dig into my hips as he eats me out with a new ferocity, like he’s starving and I’m the only thing that could satiate him.
Ben wants to please me more than anything, and it has me moaning out my release.
My hips are unsteady and uncontrolled as I ride out my orgasm over his face and he licks up every drop of ecstasy.
My chest is rising and falling rapidly, and my wrist hurts from the way I was pressing it against the wall.
I catch my breath, shifting down his body, admiring how good looking he is.
The sheen of my orgasm glistening around his lips has me licking my own.
I don’t know why I do it, only that I know I want to, and if I was in his place, I’d love it too.
I bring my thumb to his mouth, tracing the evidence of my release on his lips.
His chest is rising and falling harshly underneath me, as he stares at me, before I push my thumb into his mouth.
He sucks on the finger eagerly and I’m ready to come again, ready to make him feel good too.
Maybe having experienced being submissive helps make you a better top? I wasn’t thinking too much into it, I was just following what my body and mind wanted.
Right now I want to feel good and I want to be in control of every moment.
Slowly, I adjust my body so that I’m straddling his hips, my hand on his chin as I bring him in for a kiss. He wraps his arms around my back, holding me close as we slowly taste one another.
I’ve found that I’ve always liked this. Kissing my partner after oral, there’s something about tasting myself or having them taste themselves that’s incredibly sexy and intimate.
“I think you earned it,” I say with a smile against his lips.
“Thank fuck,” he strains out, making me smile even wider.
“Condom or no condom?” I ask him.
A requirement of Avalon is vehement STI testing. It’s required monthly and if you’ve been intimate outside of Avalon. Of course, pregnancy is another factor. “I have an IUD,” I tell him.
“Please let me feel you without a condom,” he says.
Still holding his chin, I bring his lips back to mine. “Take my panties off,” I whisper against his mouth, and he doesn’t hesitate. His hands quickly sliding down my back before his thumbs dig into the waistband of my panties and he drags them down my thighs and I lightly shuffle them off my legs.
The power is getting to my head. The way he’s so fucking eager to listen, to let me touch, to let me direct everything that we do.
My legs are spread wide and his length is situated between the lips of my pussy as I move back and forth, coating his cock in my release. I’m so fucking wet that the friction is slippery and seamless.
I kiss his collarbone, quite obsessed with that particular spot, and he seems to have a similar reaction as his hold on me tightens.
“You need it so bad, don’t you?” I ask, kissing up the column of his throat, loving the strong tendons and muscles there.
“So fucking bad, Kate. Please fuck me, please.”
“You beg for me so well.”
I smile against his throat as I slide my hand between us, finally touching his cock for the first time with my hands.
He shivers beneath me as I press the tip against my entrance and reposition myself so that my palms are resting on the side of his face as I lift my hips, slowly taking him inch by inch.
His hands slide up and down the sides of my body, his gaze flicking between my breasts, face, and where we’re connected.
I keep one hand pressed against the bed as I use the other to push my breasts out of my bra. I’m glad I went with the dreaded underwire tonight, because I can’t deny that they look amazing pressed up and exposed like this.
“Fucking hell,” Ben whispers, glancing at my tits as I take my free hand, cradling the back of his head and bringing him to my chest.
He doesn’t hesitate for a second, his hands squeezing them while his tongue tastes my nipples before his lips wrap around the hardened bud, sucking harder than I’m used to, but I love it.
It has me writhing on top of him. My clit rubs against his pubic hair with every pass of my hips, and I know I’m going to come soon.
“You feel so good,” I tell him. “Fuck. I’m not going to last.”
He makes undignified voices against my breasts as his legs bend. He doesn’t thrust from below, but the adjusted angle is hitting all the right spots.
I slow down, circling my hips slowly around his shaft, drawing it out. The expanse of his chest is heaving with each breath and he doesn’t avoid eye contact.
The only time Ben isn’t looking at me are the moments he’s staring at where we’re connected.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says.
“So are you,” I agree, sliding my hand over the stubble on his face. “Are you going to come pretty for me too?” He groans, his fingers digging into my hips as I pick up speed. “I think I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
“God. I’m going to come. Please let me come inside you,” he begs.
It’s ridiculously hot having him ask for permission and seek my approval. It has me leaning forward, my clit hitting just the right spot until I know I’m close.
“Oh, fuck. Come for me. I want to feel it,” I say in rushed breaths as a tingling sensation rips through me and my cunt grips him, milking his cock. He feels like he’s harder inside of me, and my clit feels so oversensitive that any shifting over our bodies has me shivering.
He groans out, his thighs shaking beneath me as my forearms give out and I plant my front against his, riding out the aftershocks of my second release.
With my ear nestled close to his heart, I smirk, knowing I’m the reason it’s beating so fast.
“Jesus Christ, Kate,” he says, his large arms wrapped around my back, making me feel small.
Silence hangs in the air for a moment, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. With some of my other hookups it was like post-nut clarity hit immediately and we both put our clothes on as quickly as possible and called it a night.
But this feels nice, it feels needed after the trust he gave me, and it’s honestly quite comforting being held for a change.
I kiss his collarbone before moving upward, his dick falling out of me. His abdomen clenches and he winces, and I bite my lip.
“Was that all okay?” I ask, and he has a dopey grin on his face. He’s too fucking charming for his own good.
“Was that okay? More than okay, Kate. That was…thank you.”
I swallow thickly at his gratitude and nod. “Is there anything I can do for you? A drink, something to eat, do you want me to move?”
“I like you just where you are,” he says, accentuating with a soft squeeze of my ass. “What about you? Do you need anything, was it okay for you?”
“I enjoyed it more than I expected to. I don’t think I could ask for someone better to try this with,” I say honestly.
“I’ve gotta know, what number are you going to be putting on your list?” he asks and I laugh, resting on the large expanse of his chest.
“Ben, are you asking me what grade you got?”
“You’re going to give me professor fantasies. I’ve gotta know how well I did, Dr. Morley.”
I grab his chin, placing a soft kiss against his lips. “You were a very good boy, Mr. Carlson,” I say, before climbing off the bed, not glancing back, and heading for the shower.
He follows me into the bathroom like a massive overexcited puppy and I can’t help but look over my shoulder at him. His large cock is semi-flacid as I look him up and down.
“Well, are you going to come clean up your mess so we can do it all over again?” I ask.
The shower is barely on before he’s on his knees doing just that before filling me up again.
My hair is wet, and my panties are missing. I make a note to take a ride share the next time I come to Avalon. Driving after a long fucking session is not ideal.
Ben looks like a hot, disheveled mess as we stand in the parking garage.
“You know, I think I can help you tick more things off your list, along with doing your favorites,” he suggests.
“Are you just wanting to see my list again so you know what grade you got?” I tease.
“Am I that transparent?”
“It’s cute.”
“So, does that mean you’re open to seeing me again at Avalon?”
“Yes, and maybe if you’re really good, I’ll show you my revised list.”
He clutches his heart and leans down, kissing me softly. He watches me get into my car and doesn’t head to his own until I’m out of the parking garage.
I feel boneless, satisfied, and a bunch of other words that I’m not sure encompass exactly how tonight went.
I loved it, definitely a 10/10, though I think I’ll hold on to that secret for a while. It’s a bit jarring of how much I loved it even though I also really love being on the opposite side too.
Can I both yearn for control and love when it’s out of my hands? Is it really possible to enjoy being in both positions so much? Granted, when I’m the more submissive one I’m open to more roughness, but I’m not sure that I could do that to someone like Ben.
What we had was the perfect medium, and it has me more excited to explore even more things at Avalon. Especially with Ben.
Safe, non-complicated sex where I can figure out what I want with no strings attached. It’s the perfect situation and I can’t help but to feel like I made the right call going to Avalon.
I’m finally living for me, and even as the high from tonight wanes, I feel happiness for the direction my life is taking.
For the first time in a long time, I’m not living for anyone but myself, and it feels like the best years are in front of me, not behind me.