Story 5 #3
Then, she turned her head slightly. She bit his ear lobe playfully. But, then she bit it harder and pulled on it. She heard him let out a slight gasp. He pulled away, but that only made the pain worse for him as she held on. Then, just as quickly as she had started, she let go of his ear.
He turned his face to her in wonder.
“What do you think -” he began, “You can’t talk to me -”
But he never got to finish either of these sentences.
She placed one hand on his chest and began to push him backward.
This was it, she thought to herself. This was the real test.
Would he do as she was telling him? Would he let her take control?
Or would he push back? And what would she do if that happened?
He still looked uncertain. He reached up and rubbed his bitten ear for a moment. But he let her push him back, all the same.
She pushed him over to one of the armchairs. When they reached it, she suddenly pushed him backward, hard, and he let out a slight cry as he lost his balance, falling back into the armchair.
She looked down at him with a smile on her lips - a smug smile, as though she had him right where she wanted him. In truth, she was still feeling nervous about all of this, unsure just where it was leading, but she felt herself growing in confidence all the time.
She looked down at him.
“I suppose that this isn’t going the way that you want, is it?” she said to him, “But I think that I’ve got something that you want. And I think that if you do as I tell you then you’ll find that I’ve got something much better to offer you.”
He looked up at her.
She reached down and stroked his face.
“You’re just a boy who wants someone to show him what to do. You don’t really want to be in charge.”
She began to run her hands over her body slowly. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him. She knew that she was showing him something different - and it was just what he wanted.
She took hold of one of his hands and brought it to her body.
She ran it over her stomach. She felt his fingers move over the space between where her top ended and where her skirt started.
She felt him push the tips of a couple of his fingers up beneath her top, wanting to feel more of her body. Then, she took his hand away from her.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” she asked him.
He looked at her body, then he looked up at her face. He nodded, dumbly.
"Say it, then," she instructed him. This was the final test to see what he was going to submit to her. If this worked, she thought to herself, they could really get down to having some fun.
He nodded at her, slowly.
“Good boy,” she said, stroking his face again, feeling his stubble against her palm again, “now, we can really get to know one another.”
She sat down in his lap. She put her arms around behind him and lowered herself gently, wanting him to enjoy the anticipation.
Then she was there, her weight fully on his lap. She was pleased to feel something hard pushing at her. She’d known that she had excited him up to that point, she just hadn’t realized quite how much. But this feeling of hardness pushing at her soft ass reassured her that he was hers completely.
She shifted her weight, rubbing at his cock, teasing him.
She stroked his face again. He had his arms around her waist, just resting there.
“You have been a good boy,” she told him, looking down at him, “and good boys get their rewards.”
She bent her face down to his slowly.
Then, they were kissing. She took hold of his face with one of her hands, taking hold of it beneath his chin.
Then, she pushed her lips against his, feeling his parting, feeling his surrender to her.
She kissed him hard, her lips moving against his, her tongue pushing into his mouth and meeting his.
Her hand that had been beneath his chin went to stroke his face again and then moved through the tangled mess of his hair.
Her other hand stroked one of his biceps and then moved over to feel the front of his body.
She was impressed to feel how firm his body felt, how surprisingly sculpted his body felt.
She felt herself getting more aroused. This was a strong man - but she had bent him to her will.
She could feel her own power, and her confidence had grown to a whole new level.
She felt his hands on her body as well. She felt one hand on one of her legs.
He began at her knee and then his hand began to slide up her thigh, his hand moving to the inside.
She felt it pushing up her skirt. She could feel just how much he wanted her, that his hand wanted to go to her pussy right then - but she also knew that he would restrain himself, understanding that it wasn’t quite time for that just yet.
His other hand was on her waist.
She felt his fingers now pushing up beneath her top ever so slightly again as he wanted to feel more of her.
His hand then moved round to the front of her body and she felt his thumb brush over her belly button again and again, as though exploring it.
This felt good, sitting on his lap like this, but at the same time, there was something awkward about it. She thought that the two of them could get much more comfortable, and she had an idea just how they could do it. She decided that they needed a bit more space.
She got to her feet. She felt his hands slide away from her body, and she could sense the reluctance in that motion.
She looked down at him sitting there. She felt even more in control now, looking down at her toy.
She held out both of her hands to him.
“Come on,” she told him, “I’ve got a better idea.”
He took her hands and she pulled him to his feet.
His body came to hers, pushing against hers, and then they were kissing again, their hands all over one another.
She pushed one of her hands up beneath his T-shirt, getting a proper feel for his tight body.
One of his hands was on her waist and his other hand moved around behind her, going up her back, up beneath where her hair hung down, up above the point where her top stopped, so that he could feel even more of her soft skin.
Then, that hand moved slowly down her body. She felt it rest on the small of her back for a moment, and then it moved further down. He spread out his fingers and grabbed a handful of her ass. She felt him squeeze it.
She moved one of her hands to his ass then and she grabbed hold of that, feeling how tight it was even as he was enjoying the sweet softness of her ass.
He pushed his body against hers, and she felt his cock pushing through his pants at her, rubbing against her.
She pushed back. She wanted this, wanted him.
But, then she remembered what she had been planning. She felt as though she was losing herself in the moment here - losing herself in her desire for this man. She told herself to focus and to remember just who was in charge here. She didn't want him to forget it, after all.
She considered the fact that, maybe, this was an attempt by him to assert some kind of control over the situation.
Perhaps he was trying to dominate her now, pushing against her.
She wasn't ready to let that happen, however, and she wanted to show him who was the boss.
She knew that he would prefer things like that, anyway.
She told herself that he only liked to think that he wanted to be in control.
In truth, he wanted to be dominated. She had shown him that, he was just falling back on bad habits.
Well, she thought to herself, she could certainly cure him of any bad habits.
She was ready to train him and show him the way.
She stepped away from him. She reached behind herself and pulled his hand away from her ass.
She held onto the hand and led him over to the couch. This is better, she thought to herself - much more room.
She pushed him down onto the couch. He sat down obediently. She looked down at him - looking down at her little plaything.
Then, she climbed onto the couch, straddling him. This was a much better position to be in than sitting on his lap with her head turned. This was much more direct - and much more fun for both of them, she decided.
She looked down at him for a moment, about to kiss him, but then she had a better idea.
She ran one of her hands over his body, right down to his pants.
She pushed her hand up beneath his T-shirt, and then ran it back down, moving it over his pants, brushing over the hard bulge there, and then giving it a gentle squeeze for just a moment.
She looked into his eyes as she did that and she saw that his desire, his raw, animal lust, was driving him wild now.
And yet, he didn't do anything. It seemed as though he had learned when to stay still and let her have her fun.
Then, she moved both of her hands to his T-shirt.
She pulled at it, and he took his hands away from her waist, raising them so that she could pull his T-shirt off.
She looked at his body. She was impressed with how good he looked. Now, she stroked his body, and then she bent down to kiss it, licking his chest, claiming him for her own.
Then, she looked up into his face. He was stroking her hair now.
She raised her face to his and then she was kissing him again, one hand on the back of his head and her other hand moving over his body.
She felt his hands on her waist again, felt him grab hold of her and pull her to him.
Her skirt was pushed right up now, her legs and her panties exposed.
She pushed her crotch against his, feeling the hard bulge rubbing at the front of her panties.
She thought about how it would be if neither of them had their underwear on now if he had his jeans pulled down.
She thought about how she would feel his cock pushing into her.
The idea was wonderful, and she started to grind her crotch against his in anticipation of when that moment would arrive.
She was teasing him, and teasing herself, and it felt fantastic.
Then, she felt one of his hands on one of her legs.
She felt it sliding up, feeling her supple flesh, and then she felt it push up toward the back of her panties.
She felt him move his hand up over her panties, and then it was pushing down into them, pushing them down and grabbing her ass.