Tymber Dalton - Domme By Default

I leaned in closer, my mouth inches from her ear. "After you come for me, I'm going to flip you onto your knees and fuck you from behind, and I'm going to play with your clit while I do. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She cried out and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. I struggled not to touch her as she came. I wanted to give this to her.

As she lay there catching her breath I quickly shed the rest of my clothes and rolled her over, pulling her to her knees and sinking my cock into her.

Dammit she was hot! She moaned, fucking her hips against me.

I reached around her and found her clit. I knew she'd still be sensitive so I carefully rolled it in my fingers, drawing another moan from her.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice hoarse from the strain of holding back.

"Fuck me!"

I took a few hard strokes. "Like that?" I slowed down, pulling almost all the way out and slowly sliding balls-deep again. "Or like that?"

She moaned, wiggling her ass against me. "However you want to fuck me."

I stopped. "That's not what I asked. I asked you how you want it. I want an answer or I won't fuck you, baby."

Her whole body vibrated. "Fuck me. Hard."

I grabbed her hips and did just that, knowing I wouldn't last long as horny as I was. Then I had an idea.

When I pulled out she groaned in complaint. I rolled over onto my back and grabbed her, pulling her on top of me.

"Ride my cock."

She knelt over me and eagerly impaled herself. I took her hand and placed it over her clit. "Now make yourself come again, baby. I want to feel you come for me."

It was easier for her this time. I let her close her eyes and the feel of her muscles contracting around me was indescribably wonderful. I stroked her thighs and whispered encouragement to her.

"Tell me when you're coming," I growled.

She nodded, her hair hanging in her face. From the way she gasped for breath I knew she was close. Then I felt it.

About the same time she cried out that she was coming, I felt her muscles squeezing me in a way I'd never felt before. I knew she couldn't come from just fucking, she never had, so I always tried to get her off first.

There was something indescribable about the feel of her milking my cock like that.

I grabbed her hips and thrust, hard, coming with her. Then I pulled her down to my chest as she cried. I stroked her back, brushing my fingertips up and down her spine.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked, almost fearing the answer.

She nodded, but didn't raise her head. "Real good." She sniffled.

"Why are you crying?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. But it's not bad."

"If you're sure."

"Yeah." She lifted her head, a gentle smile on her face.

"I'm sure."

I rolled her over and worked my way down her body, settling between her legs. "You earned a reward." I didn't know if I could get her off again. I'd damn sure try. It took a little while, but I finally made her come a third time. Then I crawled back up the bed and pulled her tightly against me, kissing her.

"I love you."

She snuggled in my arms. "I love you too. Thank you."

"Is this what you wanted?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Did I do good?"

"You did great." She was already falling asleep. When I knew she wouldn't wake up, I carefully got out of bed and in the dark I found my collar on the dresser. I buckled it around my neck, locked it, and carefully removed my day collar.

Trying not to disturb her, I slipped into bed next to her, wrapped my arms around her and drifted to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning she was staring at me with a playful smile on her face.

"Did Mistress have a good night last night?"

She grinned and kissed me, hard. "When did you put your collar back on?"

"After you fell asleep."

She kissed me again, rolling over on top of me. I stiffened in response and offered no resistance when she fucked me.

This time I used my thumb on her clit, stroking her. "You were so beautiful, baby," I said. Her eyes crinkled in amusement and I caught myself. "Mistress was very beautiful last night."

She laughed and fell forward, hugging me. "You're too much."

"Did you really have fun?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I liked that you surprised me like that." She ran her fingers through my hair. "You don't need to be formal with me all the time either, you know. We can just talk even if you're collared. Just be together."

"Can I still call you Mistress?"

"At home."

I nodded. "Okay." I could live with that. "There's times I really want to be formal though."

"Let's just change it up sometimes. Mix it up. If you really need a play night, you tell me."

"That's fair," I agreed. "What about when you need a play night? Do you want to tell me, or should I just surprise you on occasion?"

"I'll tell you. But honestly? I liked it when you surprised me like that."

"How about I try to surprise you at least one night a week?

Is that okay?"

Dammit, I love her smile. "It doesn't have to be every week. Maybe a couple of times a month, at least. I know there's nights you really need to play. And just because you're my sub doesn't mean you can't be top every so often."

I rolled over on top of her and took a few long, hard strokes. "Like that?"

She eagerly nodded. "Yeah, exactly."

I could live with that.

I could live like that.

My IM window flashed one Tuesday evening. Tony.

You there?

I responded. I'm here.

Whassup?

Not much. It was a little more than two months since my venture to Denver. Life was good. I talked to Tony once a week on average. My husband even had a few IM

conversations with him, finally brave enough to get some of his questions answered about his own feelings and desires in this new venture of ours.

How's tricks?

I laughed and looked up from my laptop. I sat on the couch with my computer in my lap. My feet comfortably rested on my husband's thighs. He sat, on his knees in front of me, his rock hard cock at attention, his hands cuffed behind him.

"Tony wants to know how's tricks."

His eyes crinkled. He couldn't respond with the large red ball gag in his mouth, but I knew from his eyes he was smiling.

And his cock enticingly twitched in his lap.

Real good , I typed.

Three weeks earlier I'd surprised my husband. I handed him one of our credit cards, pointed him to a website, and gave him a dollar limit and one rule: only buy things he wanted me to use on him.

And they would be used on him.

When the box arrived four days later while he was at work I opened it, shocked, amused, and...

Well, aroused.

I didn't tell him the order had arrived. It amazed me how much he'd managed to get on the budget I gave him. He'd spent well.

That pleased me. It also meant I'd have to let him go toy shopping more often.

I decided to surprise him and drag out the experience. I hid the box and took out a couple of the items.

The first night I used the blindfold and soft leather flogger.

Two days later, the leather-lined wrist cuffs were added to the mix.

I waited several days before surprising him with the ball gag.

I think it amped up his anticipation of each session, wondering if and when which toy would be used on him next.

I had to go on the website and look up the spreader bar to see the picture of how it was used. I finally figured it out. I made him kneel on the bed, his hands behind him, gagged, blindfolded, and his ankles spread, unable to move.

Then I slowly slid the large butt plug he'd bought into his ass and gently dragged the leather flogger over his balls.