Rather, it was when a woman fought back against me. Being a DOM against a naturally submissive person, while still enjoyable, didn’t carry the same excitement as a woman who thought she could do something about me. It elevated my DOM side to an even higher level, making me lose myself in the moment.
And wouldn’t you know it, the woman sat up and yanked for my pants belt.
“What did I tell you?” I said, putting my hand on her shoulder and pushing her back to the bed. “You will do as I say at the pace I want.”
“You’re going to fucking tease me like this and not let me stroke your cock?” she said, raising one eyebrow as her hands rubbed the outside of my groin.
“Yes,” I said.
Admittedly, a little easier said than done. It did feel good, and I was so fucking sexually charged right now, her foot against my pants would have felt incredible. But luckily, a DOM only acknowledged his feelings, didn’t succumb to them.
I kept my hand on her collarbone and kissed her belly, leading a trail of kisses further down her body. I figured she started to realize what I was doing when she stopped pressing against my arm. Better to just let the head fall back, close your eyes, and let me get the enjoyment of bringing you to orgasm than to try and fight back for the sake of having a chance to do something your way.
And sure enough, when I came to that wet pussy, it was already throbbing and tense with excitement. I could have traced the letters of my name with my pinky finger only, and I think that would have been enough to get her to climax. Luckily for her, I was a gentleman, and I liked eating out pussy anyway.
Almost without fail, orally bringing a woman to climax got them a hundred times more excited to fuck you. So, yeah, it was a little selfish on my part. But I didn’t think the women minded me being selfish like that.
In Kelly’s case, since she was so wet and so tense, I barely had to do anything to get her to where her legs were squeezing my head and she was yelling my false name. I’d long gotten used to women shouting something that wasn’t “Liam” in bed. I liked it that way—I was keeping my sex life separate from my personal life.
“Oh, fuck!” she said as her whole body tensed and her face scrunched with the crashing orgasm.
She twisted, turned, and flared every muscle in her body. I loved when this moment happened—the moment of orgasm, yes, but the visible expressions of it were just so fucking hot. I had made this happen. Not the girl touching herself, not someone else, not something else. Me.
And when she finally finished, I barely gave her the chance to come down. I stood up, wiped my lips of her taste, and shoved my pants off.
“Oh my God,” she said when she saw my cock spring from my boxers. “You didn’t want me to touch that?”
“Oh, sexy, I did,” I said. “I just wanted you to do it when I wanted you to. By all means.”
She reached down and gave me a few good strokes. I’d let her have this moment. I was about to take her in ways she couldn’t even imagine.
“Wow, feels so thick,” she said. “This should be something. And I’m still—”
“Enough talk,” I said.
I came forward, slid inside her—only realizing after the fact that I wasn’t wearing any rubber, but fuck it—and went as deep as I could go.
Man, maybe it was because her pussy was still throbbing after I’d eaten her out, or maybe she was just naturally this tight, but it felt abso-fucking-lutely perfect. I hadn’t had sex that felt like this in a long fucking time. Yeah, going raw was probably part of it, but you didn’t ask how a perfect woman was made, you just appreciated her.
And the best part was, I knew she felt the same damn way, because she kept saying how she’d never had anything like this before. In most contexts, that was probably just the woman trying to stroke the man’s ego, if not while literally stroking his cock. In my case, though, I knew it was true.
I spanked her. I pulled her hair. I bit her neck. I choked her when she told me I could. I had my absolute fucking way with her.
And she loved every fucking second of it.
At least twice more, she came. I could tell because of the way her pussy pulsed around my hardened cock. The second time it happened, she was on top and grinding on me.
Unfortunately for me, that moment was a bit too much. My orgasm came too fast for me to pull out, and as it was, she felt so fucking good pressing her body into me like that I could barely fucking take it.
When I was done, she rose off of my body, talking to herself.
“That. Was. Unbelievable,” she said, laughing. “Holy shit, Trent, I have truly never had anything like that.”
Hearing my false name, though, was a reminder that as good as the sex was, my life was not exactly in the greatest of spots. What did it say that I was reduced to being so anonymous as to use a fake name with a woman in one of the more rural parts of Colorado? What did it say that I had no intentions now of connecting myself any further to her?
“Glad you enjoyed it,” I said gruffly.
“Let me go wash off, oh, wow.”
She went to the bathroom and shut
