The time I dominated my boyfriend in bed

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Have you ever wanted to drive your man out of his mind, toying with his anticipation — making him hard, desperate and out of control with raw need, until he can’t take it any more and he has to have you like right fucking now?

That’s what I did after six long weeks when Eli had such a busy schedule at work we had limited time for each other. He usually takes charge in the bedroom, but there are those rare moments when I take the driver’s seat and dictate how things go. He craves those days and I relish the power of having my man at my mercy.

That’s what led me to prepare a surprise for him after his project wrapped up. It involved me dominating him. Not because I am a dominatrix but because I wanted to make him feel special. We’re not into hardcore domination, just mind play; and sometimes we take things a little further depending on where the mood takes us…

I asked Eli to come home early on Friday, knowing he would be ready to work off all the frustration of the past few weeks. He must have guessed my intention, as we had been missing each other so much. He got home to find me sitting on the couch watching TV, wearing my black pencil skirt with his white button down shirt tucked in, and my five inch black pumps.

“Hey,” he greeted me, with a devilish grin on his face.

“Come with me to the bedroom,” I replied seductively, beckoning him to follow me.

He followed silently, his face a picture of anticipation.

I told him to sit on the chair opposite the bed, and then sat facing him. “How was your day?” I asked softly.

“Well, it was good,” he replied, his gaze following my hands as they started unbuttoning his shirt that I was wearing. I went slowly, deliberately, observing him losing track of his thoughts. I zeroed in on his jeans as his hard on began to show.

I left the shirt open, my black push-up bra showcasing my breasts. He stared at them. I got up and put my hand on his shoulder, stroking it as I circled him. Once I was behind him, I pulled his t-shirt off over his head and told him to put his hands behind his back. I tied them together with the belt of my robe, not too tightly, but enough to limit his hand movements.

I moved in front of him again. He spread his legs wider to accommodate me between them and I started to kiss him. I went slowly, enjoying feeling his lips against mine. He grew impatient and tried to deepen the kiss. I pulled away and looked at him. He groaned with frustration.

I smiled and continued kissing him slowly, everywhere; from his neck down over his chest, giving each nipple attention, and then moving lower until I reached his cock which was about to burst out of his jeans. I unbuckled his belt slowly, looking at him, then lowered the zipper and took his cock out. He was already hard and pre-cum was leaking from the head. I swallowed hard, mouth watering with anticipation. Then I licked the tip.

I pulled his jeans and boxers down and off, leaving him completely naked, and then I lowered my head to his crotch and started sucking him. I moved my tongue slowly on the tip, then I took him deeper into my mouth. I put my hands on his balls and massaged them while twirling my tongue on his engorged cock. He groaned loudly and started moving his hips to fuck my face to his rhythm. I stopped and he moaned his frustration.

“We do this my way or we don’t it at all,” I told him bluntly, knowing my dominant attitude would drive him crazy.

He glared at me, angrily. But he nodded his head for me to continue. I got back to sucking him. I moved my tongue slowly on his shaft and felt his balls tighten in my hand, telling me he was ready to come. I felt his desperation. I pulled off his cock just as I felt him relaxing and he growled at me so loudly, “Oh, come on! Don’t stop, please!”

But I did stop, and I got to my feet and started undressing, teasingly. I removed the shirt, then my skirt and finally my thong. I was left in just my bra and my heels.

His gaze was dark with need and lust. His cock was so hard. The poor guy was so worked up and on edge. And I moved so slowly just to torment him.

“How would you like to fuck me today?” I asked him seductively as I paced in front of him.

“Untie me and I will throw you on the bed and fuck you like my life depends on it,” he replied confidently.

“Wrong answer, Eli. Today, it’s about you,” I responded.

“What do you mean?”

I didn’t reply. I showed him instead. I moved to the edge of the bed and spread my legs apart. I licked my middle finger, making it wet, and I started to fuck myself with it. I watched him watch me pleasure myself. He swallowed hard.

“Seriously?” he asked, hardly believing his eyes as I rubbed my pussy slowly, moving my fingers on my clit, feeling my arousal rising in response to the hot and needy expression on his face.

I moaned loudly as I drew closer to my climax. Eli was so hard and he squirmed on the chair like it was on fire.

“I am untying myself,” he said hoarsely.

“I know you can, but you won’t,” I replied mockingly.

I looked at him. He looked at me. I rubbed myself faster and came with a scream, throwing my head back as my orgasm pulsed through me.

When I came down and moved my gaze back to Eli, I instantly became hot all over. He was so consumed with naked and raw need that I saw it vibrating in every part of his body.

“Please untie me, and let me fuck you or come over and fuck me. Please just fuck me!” he said, grinding his teeth to maintain control of himself. But I wanted that control completely gone.

I straddled him on the chair, and I lowered myself slowly and sat on his cock. I started riding him, to a languid rhythm.

“Can you please untie me so I can use my hands?” he asked.

“Not yet,” I said breathlessly, as I moved my hips faster, riding him steadily. He was so close, I felt the tension in his body. He became manic at this point, driving from the bottom and throwing his head back. Just as he was about to come, I pulled off him.

“Jesus Christ, no!”

I circled the chair again and soothed him with my gentle touch. I kissed him gently and deepened the kiss as I became greedy to taste him. He was shaking with need and wound up so tight that he might snap at any moment.

I sat on him again, resuming riding with a slower tempo. This time, his eyes were fixed on me as if urging me not to pull away as he drew close. However, I looked back at him with a challenge in my eyes, letting him know I intended to do just that.

Just as I planned to pull away, Eli untied himself and wrapped his hands around my waist, holding onto me with a death grip. He rose with me in his arms, still pumping into me. He reached the bed in two strides, dropping me and following on top of me without withdrawing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he thrust four times, coming inside me with a guttural groan and a desperation I rarely see.

I held him tightly and we remained like that as our breathing gradually slowed.

“You will pay for this,” he said, with a tender smile.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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