RIPP. I had spent my life, sexually speaking, not caring. I had never cared who I was with or what their desires were. I had always known sooner or later I’d be satisfied with whoever I found to fuck, and although I satisfied them, I always acted selfishly. It was always about me. Not once did I go into a sexual situation with the intent of making anyone happy but myself. Satisfying myself, by nature, caused my sexual partner to be happy. The fact I was selfish remained.

And I didn’t care.

Thirty days with Vee, and all I could think about was how I didn’t want to disappoint her or cause her to believe I was doing anything for anyone but her. She might have been the right person at the right time, or maybe I was just ready for a change. Whatever caused me to feel the way I felt was irrelevant, the feeling existed and I couldn’t change it. I couldn’t really say I was disappointed in any manner, because I wasn’t. In fact, I was pleased to feel like there was someone on this earth of the opposite sex I could actually care about.

Most mornings I woke up and looked around, not quite believing how I felt. I told myself early on it was something else and I was merely confused. I tried to force myself to believe it wasn’t what it was and I didn’t feel the way I felt. All it took to reassure me was seeing her again.

Whenever we met, went to dinner, or met for a drink, it would happen. Immediately I would be overcome with a feeling of not wanting it to end. And as soon as it ended, sometimes even five minutes after she had left, I felt a need to see her again immediately. I felt foolish and weak. I fought with the feelings from time to time, but finally decided if I felt the way I did and we weren’t having sex, the feelings must be genuine.

It didn’t make it any easier to accept. I felt vulnerable. I had reservations about her sincerity. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was intelligent, had tremendous wit, and enjoyed the things I enjoyed. She had attended a bare knuckles match with Shane, Kace and I and liked it so much she didn’t stop talking about it for ten days. She, in my mind, was perfect. And I, Michael Allen Ripton, did not deserve perfection.

But perfection stood before me.

“I gotta come clean,” I confessed.

“About?” she said as she started to untie her shoes.

“Don’t take those off,” I said softly as I shook my head.

“Okay,” she responded as she looked up from her shoe.

“Sit down,” I pointed to the couch as I walked toward it.

“What’s wrong, Ripp?” she asked as she sat down.

“Nothing’s really wrong. I just need to tell you some things. Just clear up a few things we’ve kinda talked about. Make some things clear. I don’t know. I just need to kind of, well. Kind of come clean,” I said as I sat beside her.

Worry washed over her face as she sat down beside me, “Is everything okay?”

“Just listen, alright?” I said over my left shoulder.

She nodded.

“More than anything, I want this to work. I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you, and I mean that. Whatever it takes. The thought of not having you makes me feel sick. I’ve never felt like this, ever. Hell, it’s new to me, and it scares the absolute fuck out of me, but I still want it. I want it more than anything,” I paused, rotated to my left and swung my legs onto the couch between us.

“I want to be in a relationship with you more than anything. You said thirty days to get to know each other and all that. Hell, I’d wait thirty years. Some things in life we wonder about, and there are other things we know. I know this. I want to have the satisfaction of calling you mine, and give you the satisfaction of calling me yours,” I slid my hand to her thigh as I spoke.

“I want that too,” she smiled.

I held my finger in the air, “Well, here’s where it gets sticky.”

“You want to be the submissive half of a dominant-submissive relationship,” I inhaled a shallow breath, exhaled, and continued.

“And you want to have a dominant significant other. Well, I got news for you. I ain’t dominant. I kind of bullshitted you. I been reading books and asking lots of questions, but I ain’t there yet. I want to try, but I don’t have any experience.”

“Is that all?” she asked.

I nodded and waited for her to drop the bomb.

“I don’t have any experience either. I’ve never been in this type of relationship, I told you that. I just know it’s where I belong. So how about this, we’ll do it together? You and I? We’ll learn together? I just need you to take the reins, I need that,” she smiled.

“And that’s it? You’re okay with everything else?” I asked.

She nodded and smiled.

“Okay, well,” I inhaled another shallow breath and smiled.

“Starting this minute, I’m taking charge. For right now, I think only one thing matters, we can figure out everything else in time. We’re going to come up with a safe word, and if I do anything you don’t want or don’t like, you say it, and we’ll stop,” I paused and waited for her to speak.

She nodded eagerly as I rubbed my hand along her thigh.

“Okay, and another thing. I might do some things just to see if you like them, so don’t always think that anything I’m doing is because I like it or enjoy it. I’m gonna need to see what it is you like, too. Nobody will ever be in trouble for communicating, ever. Okay?” I cocked one eyebrow and waited.

She nodded eagerly.

“Snowstorm,” she smiled.

“What? What the hell does that mean?” I asked.

“I want it for a safe word,” she said.

“Really? That’s weird. They say it’s gotta be one you’ll never forget,” I reminded her.

“I’ll never forget it. We’ll never see a snowstorm in Austin, and I don’t think you’ll ever hear me say the word. I like it,” she looked down at my hand then shifted her gaze up into my eyes.

“You don’t think you’ll ever say it?” the thought of her not saying it excited me.

She raised her eyebrows as she shook her head from side to side.

“Snowstorm it is,” I chuckled.

“We alright other than that?” I asked.

She nodded eagerly.

I snapped my fingers sharply, “Starting right fucking now.”

“Stand up,” I said in a sharp demanding voice.

Promptly, she stood from the couch and looked up into my eyes. Normally, she wore heels, but in her Chuck’s she was almost exactly a foot shorter than I was. I slipped my right hand behind her head and rested my thumb behind her right ear, cradling her head in my hand. As I leaned toward her to kiss her, I pulled her head into mine and held it firmly.

The long passionate kiss which followed caused her to moan and twist her hips. I kissed her for a long moment, continuing to hold her head firmly in my hand. As our lips parted, I sucked and kissed each of her lips individually.

I turned her head to the right, and moved my mouth to the left side of her face, kissing the portion of collar bone exposed from the neck of her shirt. Slowly, my mouth moved from her collarbone to her neck. As I kissed her neck, her moans became more pronounced. Kissing and licking my way up her neck to her ear, I nibbled her earlobe and opened my mouth, pressing my wet lips to her ear.

“I’m going to make you cum, Vee. Right now, I am going to make you cum, and there will be nothing you can do to stop me,” I growled into her ear.

With her head in my hand, and my mouth against her ear, I slid my left hand up the inside of her left thigh and into the bottom of her shorts. As I pulled her panties to the side, I could feel the extent of her wetness. The crotch of her shorts was soaked, as were her panties. Pulling her panties down with the back side of my fingers, I slid the tip of my middle finger up and down the length of her pussy lips. With each stroke, I whispered into her ear.

“Mine. Understand?” I whispered.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

Again, I stroked my finger along her wet pussy, flicking my finger tip against her clit before I started over.

“Mine. Understand?”

“Mmmhhhm,” she groaned lightly.

As I slid my hand along her pussy, I pressed my finger inside of her about an inch and quickly pulled it out.

“Oh God,” she sighed as she twisted her hips from side to side.

I gripped the back of her head firmly in my right hand and licked my lips. As I pressed my mouth against her ear, she moaned loudly and bent her knees.

“That’s mine. This right here,” I pressed my finger in up to my last knuckle, “you just carry it around for me. It’s my little pussy do you hear me, Vivian Simon?”

She nodded her head as she whimpered, “Uhh huuh.”

“This,” I slid my finger in up to the knuckle again and pulled it out.

“Little,” I breathed into her ear as I pressed my finger inside of her again.

She raised and lowered herself on her toes nervously as she moaned. Slowly, I pulled my finger out of her soaking wet pussy.

“Pussy,” I bit her earlobe and slowly slid my finger to her clit and began to circle it with the tip of my finger.

I could feel my cock pressing against the material of my shorts. Teasing her was torturing me just as much if not more. I wanted her to want me, and to do so in a way she had never desired another man. I slid my finger from her clit to inside her pussy again, and drug my teeth along her upper jaw right below her ear. As I slid my finger inside of her again, I moved my teeth up and down her upper jaw.

“Oh my God. Holy…” she groaned as she rocked back and forth on her feet.

I tilted my head upward and opened my mouth, “Is.”

I pulled my finger out and immediately pushed it back in as deep as I could. Carefully, I curled the tip of it back and forth inside of her wet pussy. My hand was completely soaked with her wetness. I slid my teeth up her jaw to the bottom of her ear and made a light growling sound as I did. I opened my mouth and encompassed her entire ear, clenching the lobe in my teeth lightly.

“Mine,” I growled, “this little pussy is mine.”

“Holy fuck, Ripp. I can’t…” she repeatedly bent and straightened her knees.

“Grab my cock,” I breathed into her ear.

Immediately, her hand reached for the outside of my shorts and squeezed my cock. As she stroked up and down the length of my cock through my shorts, I released the back of her head from my grasp. She watched as I raised my left hand to my mouth and smiled. As I inserted each individual finger past my lips and licked them, she stood, mouth agape, and smiled.

“I like the way you taste,” I grinned.

“Oh God,” she moaned as she bent her knees again.

“You gotta pee, babe?” I asked.

“No, my legs are shaky,” she whispered.

“Get on your knees, Vee,” I looked down and whispered.

She lowered herself to the floor immediately as I unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped them. As my shorts fell to the floor, I pulled on my boxers and began to work them down my thighs.

“Oh my fucking God. We may have a problem,” she gasped.

“You’re uhhm. You’re huge,” she said as she reached for my cock.

She hesitated, holding her shaking hand in front of the head.

“Put it in your mouth, Vee,” I said as I kicked my shorts and boxers to the side.

“Are you going to take your shoes off?” she asked.

“No, and neither are you,” I responded.

She grasped my cock in her hand, looked up and smiled. After a little admiration, she began to lick the pre-cum from the tip, flicking her tongue against my Prince Albert. Generally speaking, I have reasonable control over my cock. At this point in time, I had none. As I watched her lick the tip, I wondered how long I’d actually last.

“Does it hurt? When I stroke it or lick it? You know, the piercings?” she looked up and asked.

“Did I say snowstorm?” I chuckled.

She rolled her eyes and slid her lips over the tip as she stroked the shaft. In tandem motion, she began to stroke and suck my cock. As she did, she closed her eyes and moaned. The feeling of her moaning while she sucked on my cock combined with the excitement of this becoming what it had become between us was much more than I was prepared to take emotionally.

“Stand up and take off your shorts and panties,” I demanded in a low tone.

She spit out my cock, and as if her legs were on springs, she bounced to her feet and began to fumble with her shorts. As soon as her fingers found the button, she dropped them to the floor and kicked them off. As she pulled her panties down, it was apparent just how small she really was. Clothes don’t make much difference on most people, but on her, they added considerable size, or the appearance of it. Frantically, she worked her panties down her legs.

“Ditch the shirt,” I said as I pointed to her torso, “and bra”

“Shoes?” she snapped back softly.

“Leave ‘em on,” I whispered.

Instantly, she pulled her shirt over her head and fumbled as she unhooked her bra. She dangled her arms in front of her chest, and dropped her bra to the floor. I admired her perky small breasts as her bra fell from her hands.

“Vivian?” I whispered as I reached down and started stroking my cock.

“Uh huh,” she said as she stood up.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

“Oh, thank you,” she smiled.

More than anything, I wanted everything to be pleasurable for her. I wanted her to cum, and that was about the extent of my desire. I had no intent of trying to prove some form of sexual point at this juncture what I perceived as the developmental phase of our relationship. Kace had warned me about it more than once.

“Vee?” I whispered as I stroked my cock slowly.

“Uhh, yeah,” he breathing was short and choppy.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about, babe. There are no winners or losers here. It’s just us, okay?” I asked.

She nodded.

I reached out with my left hand and motioned for her to raise her hand. As she raised her arm, I took her hand in mine and began walking toward her bedroom. Quietly, she followed beside me without saying a word. As we entered the room, I released her hand and lowered myself onto the bed.

As I rolled onto my back I motioned for her to get onto the bed.

“Well, get up here, babe,” I laughed.

“I was. I was admiring you, I’m sorry,” she sighed.

“Don’t be sorry,” I whispered.

“Vivian, I want you to do something for me. I want you to pay attention, okay?” I asked softly.

Sitting beside me on the bed, she nodded eagerly as I began to slowly stroke my cock. I had developed a plan, a game of sorts, while we were in the living room. I had no idea if she’d like it, but from what Kace said, submissive types like instructions, following, them and believing they were complying with the wishes of their dominant partner.

“Okay, listen up. You ready?” I asked softly as I stroked my cock.

Her head immediately nodded repeatedly.

“Yes,” she blurted in between nods.

“Okay, here’s what I want. I want you to get on top of my chest, facing my feet. You’re going to back that sweet little pussy of yours against my mouth and grind it on my face. I want you to press that little pretty fucker against my mouth like you’re trying to fuck my tongue, okay?” I smiled.

“Oh God. Seriously?” she asked, smiling.

“There’s more, but yes I’m serious,” I nodded, still stroking my cock.

“Okay, while you’re fucking my mouth, I’m going to stroke my cock. You’re, out loud, going to count the strokes I make. When I get to ten, you’re going to get off of my face and get on my cock, still facing my feet. You’re going to take whatever amount of it you can, but this isn’t a contest. If it hurts, take less, and go slow, okay?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” she nodded.

“While you’re on my cock, you’re going to take five strokes, counting aloud, and then turn to face me without getting off of my cock. Now, if you cum before you face me, we’re not having sex again for thirty days. You got all that?” I asked.

“Fuck your mouth for ten strokes of your cock. After ten, on your cock for five, all without cumming, all facing your feet, and all counting aloud. Then spin, face you, and wait for further instructions,” she said quickly.

“Wow, you’re good,” I smiled.

“I got this,” she said softly.

Whoa. What did she just say?

“What did you just say?” I asked.

“I got this. I said I got this. I say it all the time when I have a task that’s kind of challenging, and I know there’s no way I’ll fuck it up. If I tell you I got this, you can bank on it, why?” she asked.

Nobody is ever going to tell me this wasn’t meant to be.

“No real reason. I say it too. You ready?” I asked.

“I sure hope so,” she muttered.

“Fuck my mouth, Vivian,” I whispered.

“If you insist,” She said as she raised her leg over me.

As she bent over in front of me, I slid my hand to the base of my cock and held it there. With my left hand, I reached up and gripped her left hip, pulling her back into my face. As my tongue slid into her pussy, she began to press herself onto my mouth with tremendous force.

She pays attention well.

With my tongue in her pussy, she ground her hips as if she were doing it to music. Slowly, I buried my tongue inside of her. I stroked my cock once.

“One!” she bellowed.

I stroked it again.

“Two!”

She continued to fuck my mouth as I forced my tongue as deep as I could. Her hips grinding to the sound of nonexistent music, and my tongue licking and slurping inside of her, she began to moan.

“Oh fuck, Ripp. Good fucking God,” She moaned.

I stroked my cock twice.

“Three, four!” she howled.

I pulled my tongue from her pussy and concentrated on her clit region. As I slurped and sucked on her clit the best I could at our odd angle, she continued to push herself against me, groaning the entire time.

Quickly, it proved to be far more than I could take. A few more strokes of my cock, and I was going to be done for sure.

I stroked it three times as fast as I could as I buried my tongue into her pussy.

“Uhmm, Fuck. Jesus. Five, six, seven!” she shouted.

I licked and slurped along her lips, and pressed my tongue as deep as I could once again. The feeling of her skin, the thought of this actually happening, and the taste of her on my tongue was more than I could take. I stroked my cock three more times as fast as I could.

“Eightnineten,” she blurted and pulled herself away from my mouth. As she shimmied along my chest and across my lap, she leaned forward and gripped my ankles. After she positioned herself, she rose up from my lap and hovered over my cock.

“I got this,” I chuckled as I guided the tip of my cock to her soaking wet pussy.

As she slowly lowered herself onto my cock, I had my doubts of it actually fitting inside of her. Softly and steadily, she pressed against the shaft of my cock until she reached the first piercing of my Jacob’s Ladder. Slowly, she rose up, groaning. As her pussy cleared the tip, my cock glistened with her juices.

“Holy shit. One!” she screamed as she began to press against the tip again.

As her pussy enveloped the shaft of my cock, she groaned and pressed against me harder, taking it past the second piercing. I raised my hips and gave her a little more than she intended. As soon as I lowered my ass to the bed, she began to lift from my cock, moaning in pleasure the entire time.

“Two. God damn you. Two,” she barked.

I watched the muscles in her thighs as she lowered herself onto my cock again. Her skin, the shape of her body, her tight muscled ass and her tight shaved little pussy were providing me more pleasure than I had ever recalled having. Taking almost all of my cock into her wetness, her legs shook. I felt as If I was going to erupt.

I was done.

Completely.

This was going to be embarrassing if I couldn’t last. The dominant male who makes it ten minutes. I couldn’t let it happen. Not the first time. Not ever. There was no possible way I would last through another stroke. As she slowly rose up the shaft of my cock, groaning, I let go of her hip and slapped her left ass cheek.

“Change of plans,” I shouted, “turn around and face me.”

“Is this a trick?” she asked as she pressed against my cock with her pussy, beginning another stroke.

She took an inch of it inside of her.

I considered shoving up on her ass cheek and pushing her off my cock. There was no way…

Pleasing you pleases her, Ripp. That’s what a submissive desires.

I bit my lip and watched as she lowered herself onto my cock, taking it all the way to the base.

Oh fuck, here we go. I’m going to fucking cum. Holy fuck.

She groaned as she slowly rose up the shaft of my cock.

“Four!” she hollered as she lowered herself onto me again.

She began to press herself against me as my cock began to swell. I felt as if my head was going to explode as she pressed herself against the shaft of my cock. I grabbed her left hip and buried her pussy onto my cock and held her there as I groaned and rolled my eyes.

My cock twitched as I continued to cum in spurts, groaning the entire time. As I regained my vision and composure, I released her hip and sighed.

“Don’t move,” I demanded.

“Holy shit. Your tight little pussy is amazing. I’m going to have to work up to six strokes. Sorry babe, I couldn’t make it,” I laughed.

“So, are the rules out the window?” She asked over her shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t move, damnit,” I said as she shifted her wright on my sensitive cock.

“So, no repercussion for anything?” she asked.

“No why?” I asked.

“I came,” she smiled.

“When?” I asked.

“How many strokes did we make?”

“Four,” I responded.

“I came eight times,” she laughed, “each in stroke and each out.”

“Seriously?” I asked.

She nodded and opened her mouth. Her lower teeth were red with blood.

“What the fuck,” I gasped as I rose up on my elbows and looked into her mouth.

“Biting my lip between counting,” she said.

“Holy fuck,” I breathed.

“Precisely,” she responded, “Holy fuck is right.”

I couldn’t agree more, I thought. This woman was something else.

Holy fuck.