Matt

I had been torn between drawing Mae's first orgasm from her with my mouth on her clit or with my fingers, but the ecstasy of swallowing her gasps of pleasure, of seeing her eyes as they glazed over as she rose, crested, and fell under my control, the intimacy of that sight won out.

I stopped her as she went to undress me. We had the whole night ahead, and if there was one thing this woman was going to learn by the end of the night, well, there were two things she would learn. The first was that I was in charge, always. I might let her play, but when it came to business and the bedroom, I pulled the final strings. The second, but no less important, was that she was beautiful. I could see this woman in a custom red satin dress, her every curve accentuated, and the eye of every straight man in the room on her, desiring her. The envy as her face lit up on seeing me, the confidence as she strode past a line of skinny bitches and knocking them flat with her beauty and feminine power.

But the sight before me was better than that little fantasy. After removing her bra, she lay limply on the bed, her lips glossy, her eyes half lidded with satisfaction, her bountiful chest heaving with the aftermath of her ecstasy.

I took my time arranging her, her eyes following me as I circled the bed, drawing her hands above her head which revealed her full breasts more fully, their pert peaks begging for my attention. I pressed her wrists lightly to the bed and whispered, "Don't move these. You are chained by my will."

She nodded, and I returned to her legs, spreading them. As wide as I thought she could comfortably stretch. Then I pressed her ankles against the bottom side of the bed, whispering the same thing.

And now I had full access to her slick folds. The first frenzied stage of the evening had passed, and although my cock was growing ever harder, uncomfortably so, I was used to denying my own urges in favor of the end game.

"You're used to knowing what is going to happen next," I told her. "You make plans. You follow them. You rarely deviate, unless some immovable force makes you." I picked my tie up from the where it had fallen on the floor and circled the side of the bed to blindfold her. I bound it firmly enough to shut out light, but loosely. The merest tug would remove it. It was only an aid. The thing that bound my beautiful Mae tonight wasn't chains or ties, it was my will.

"Tonight, I am the immovable force. You may have had a plan for tonight, but I promise, what I have in store for you is infinitely better."

She trembled at my words, and I saw her thighs clench, her chest thrust forward. She was amazing, her hands and ankles staying as firmly as if I had locked them down.

I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to taste her breasts. But first, I licked a finger and drew a line across each nipple. Mae's trembles intensified, her nipples hardened into tight nubs, and I wondered if I could make her come with just a few light touches and my words. I wasn't patient enough for that though.

I slid off my pants and boxers, noticing her head turn toward the sound. Then I crawled over her body, pressing my burning erection against her soft skin, and I grasped one breast in my hand. It overflowed, and I massaged it lightly as I took the bud of her other breast into my mouth and twirled my tongue over it. Mae gasped, and her hips bucked.

"I need you in me," she whispered.

"Patience, love," I reminded her. "I want to hear your words, but I will not be rushed. Tell me how you feel, and I will give you what you need. It may not be what you want, however."

"I feel… dizzy. And… desired. Your cock is so hard and hot, I can scarcely think of anything else."

I grasped a breast in each hand, massaging and teasing, drawing moans and gasps from her. "You'll have it where you want it soon enough." I thrust my hips back and forth a few times, the friction sending tiny shocks of lightning to my toes and fingers. "You are absolutely luscious," I told her. "I could spend a lifetime trying to design the perfect woman and she would still fall short of you."

I tilted my hips back so that I could rub my cock against her clit.

"Matt! Oh, Matt! Don't stop."

"There's nothing in the world that could stop me from pleasing you right now," I promised.

She was so slick and so ready. I kept one hand on a breast and used the other to support my weight as I began drawing my tongue down her body, drawing circles and zig zags, nibbling where her body called to be nibbled. It was like her body spoke a sensuous language I had known all my life and only now had found someone to communicate with. I finally drew all the way down, my body sliding off the bed to kneel before her once more.

I took my time exploring her, teasing and fingering her folds so I could see all of her. I felt her legs tense to close under my scrutiny, and I placed my hands on her thighs, reminding her who was in charge as I whispered, "You are so beautiful, like a rose. Your scent is absolutely intoxicating and your taste," I leaned forward to taste her deeply once more, savoring her, "you taste of dewy summer mornings and wild strawberries. Having committed the sight to memory, I licked a circle around her clit, but didn't touch it. I teased her folds with my lips, sucking and grazing with my teeth, circling within her entrance, delving my tongue as deep as it would go. I licked long stripes from the back edge of her entrance over her clit and slowly back down again.

Mae was shaking like an aspen leaf on a tree now, but still she obeyed, her hands and ankles right where I had placed them. And as much as I wanted to taste her release on my tongue, I had waited long enough. I had promised her I would give her what she needed, and what she needed and I wanted were about to coincide.