i havent been able to stop thinking about joe tied to a chair and being ridden since anon sent that idea in the other day. honestly something about that man just makes me so horny!
Joe hadn't considered himself submissive in any way. This wasn't some macho bravado bullshit that a lot of men pull at the idea of letting a woman take some form of control, but he genuinely hadn't thought this would be a turn on or something he felt he needed, let alone wanted.
He hadn't thought the concept of being told what to do in order to satisfy her would arouse him. The first time she'd jokingly pinned his arms above his head and told him to shut up and be a good boy if he wanted to eat her pussy had made him laugh nervously but his cock had twitched and throbbed in such a way it had alarmed him.
While others on the team were confessing to struggling to keep their sex life alive, not really knowing how to spice it up anymore, Joe was having the guessing taken out of it. She knew exactly what she wanted and he was more than happy to go along with it. He'd initially thought it would be degrading him, belittling him and making him feel small in some way but he couldn't have been further from the truth.
He found he needed such little encouragement that was almost embarrassing. On the days he'd wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs, she'd sucked the soul from him through his cock, refusing to let him touch her until he'd sang her praises enough to let him be rewarded. Other days, she'd ride his face while arching her back, her hand wrapped around his cock and she'd stroke him while telling him all the things she likes about him. All the things she loves about him. He'd never felt more worshipped.
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He sits on the hard back seat with arms restrained at the wrists behind his back and his ankles restrained against the chair legs. A blindfold cuts off his sight. How long he's been sitting there, he doesn't know but he does feel the pool of pre-cum begin to drip its way down his shaft and lightly coat where his cock bounces against his stomach with anticipation.
Any and all sounds has his ears pricking and his heart rate climbing higher. Tiny steps gets his attention as someone tries to tread softly as they approach him. Joe tries to steady his breathing so he can hear better but the footsteps have disappeared. It feels eternity since he last felt her hands on him and his arousal only adds to his impatience.
"Missed me?" she asks quietly before nipping at the curve of his ear. His breath leaves his body as a hiss and his head drops back as a low groan escapes his lips as her hand wraps around his shaft without warning.
"I asked you a question."
"Yes. Yes I've missed you." The word mistress almost tumbled off his tongue.
"Have you thought about what I asked you?" her hand strokes from the base of his cock to the silky head, her thumb smearing over the slit of it before her hand circles over it and slides back down, using his own pre-cum as a form of lubricant.
"You're not playing fair."
"Am I not? How can I possibly give you what you want if you don't tell me?"
It should be an easy enough request. But Joe wasn't good at voicing what he wanted, only doing what he wanted. He could push her body into the mattress, hook her thighs over his shoulders and eat her pussy until she begged him to stop. He could slide into her with such tenderness it could make her weep before fucking her until she was a sobbing mess. He could do what she wanted, but the idea of voicing all the ways he wanted to have her? He'd rather be left strapped to this chair until his last breath.
"You know I'm not good a- fuck," he whimpers as she moves around him - he can tell from the way her hand rotates as she continues to stroke his cock at a leisurely pace - and bites his inner thigh. "You know I can't do dirty talk." he says finally.
"Practice makes perfect." she says, her lips brushing over his skin where her teeth have just imprinted before she swirls her tongue over that spot as an apology. "What are you thinking about?" Her lips nearing his groin makes his hip buck as far as they can considering his limitation.
"Please baby, no more teasing."
"Use your words." she says and begins to trail her kisses back down his thigh.
"No, no. No." he quickly pleads, "I need your mouth on me."
"It is on you baby." he can feel the smirk she presses to his skin with the kiss.
"On my cock." he chokes out, heat flushing his cheeks with embarrassment. He's asked her for blow jobs before, he's not ashamed to do so, but without his sight, without being able to touch her leaves him feeling vulnerable in ways he cannot explain. Asking for the basic of touches feels so far out of his comfort zone it's shameful.
She obliges, not wanting to drag this out any more for him. Wanting him to grow in confidence during these sessions and being pedantic about his terminology won't help the situation. She slips her hand to the base, and cups his balls with her free hand. He feels her body position itself between his thighs and finally, her lips close around the tip of his dick.
The restraints bite into his skin as struggles against them. He longs to yank the blindfold off and watch as she takes as much of his cock into her mouth as she can before hitting the back of her throat. He needs to see it as well as feel it but he refuses to ask for permission to remove it because as much as he hates himself for this, it's a bigger turn on than he gave the initial idea credit.
"Like this?" she asks, swirling her tongue over the head of his cock before sinking her lips back down. with every bob of her head, she takes a little bit more of him into her mouth, her lips now gliding over the wetted skin with ease and her pace begins to pick up as she sets her rhythm that leaves him breathless.
"Yes," the single word sounds pathetic but it's all he can muster as she takes as much into her mouth and the top of her throat as she can at this moment. He feels her throat clench, tightening up in protest at it going any further and yet, she pushes through, taking another inch or two and holding him there while her hand continues to palm his balls and the hand at the base of his cock strokes slowly. He throbs hard, the tip of his cock nudging against what should be unknown territory. Her gag reflex wants to kick in, is desperate to do so and her chest begins to burn with a need to expel her breath and intake another.
Joe's mouth drops open, his eyelashes fluttering against the blindfold as he trembles at the sensations that are flooding his system. He bucks his hips as much as he can without the restraints preventing him. He hears the sound of her choking before feeling her mouth slide back up his cock, cool air coming into immediate contact with the spit that she leaves behind. "I want to see you. Need to see you looking a mess," he says, the sound of her taking great gulps of air in sends his imagination going wild. Her wide eyes, spit covered lips and chin, a chain of it going from her lips to the tip of his cock. Fuck he needs to see it. "Please." he adds, hoping to try and sweeten the request.
"Oh my sweet Joseph," she coos, amusement dripping from each word, "I haven't broken you already, have I?"
"Please."
"Please, what?"
"I need you." he swallows hard as she blows a cool stream of air over the tip of his cock before swirling her tongue back over it, the contrast in temperatures making his cock strain harder, he can almost feel it dripping with pre-cum. "I need to be inside you."
Her lips graze his moments later before she sucks his bottom lip between her teeth and gently bites down on it, her tongue swiping over it as he whimpers. "I'm only doing this because you did so well," she says through gritted teeth.
Though barely any part of her is touching him, he feels the change of position with the tugging on his lip moments before she straddles his lap, her pussy a dripping mess as she grinds herself over him. Her lips drag from his mouth to his neck where she playfully nips at the skin before saying, "feel at the mess you've made. Look how fucking turned on you've made me. I'm so wet for you baby," she praises.
She lifts long enough to dip a hand between their bodies, grip his shaft in her palm and direct the tip of it to her soaked entrance. "Tell me you want this."
"I told you, I need this." he almost whines at her and though his tone isn't quite there, there's a hint which makes her pussy clench at the realisation of just how much her boyfriend loves this. The way his cock drips of his need is clear as day. Not wanting to prolong this any longer, both for his sake and her own, she sinks down onto him slowly, relishing in the way he stretches her open and fills her in the way that no other lover has before.
Her hand snakes up his nape until it reaches the knot of the blindfold and then she tugs it open. He blinks more than several times as he adjusts to the light and takes in the sight of her perched upon his cock. "Look at you baby, unable to do anything other than stay where you are and watch me fuck you." her hands grip his broad shoulders as she begins to move.
She rides him slowly at first, enjoying every rise and fall as she takes as much of him as she can before lifting up and sinking back down again. Her hips roll as she moves, and from this angle, her nipples are so close to Joe's face that he longs to lean forward and suck one of them into his mouth; but obedience and restraint are key for tonight and so, he keeps his mouth shut and savours the feel of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around his dick.
His noises, both guttural and mere whimpers, makes her core tighten further and draws yet another low groan from him. Her head dips, her lips kissing and dragging over his neck, her tongue drawing pretty patterns upon his skin before her teeth cut through it when she grazes them over his pulse point.
"You feel so fu-oh, good." he swallows hard, his Adams apple bobbing against her kisses as she her hips bounce her up and down. "I'm close. I'm close." he keeps chanting like a mantra until he can't keep up the quiet act and instead, a series of expletives fall from Joe's mouth as his balls tighten, and he spills everything he has inside of her. As soon as she feels him throbbing within her and the dull thump of him filling her up, she stills her riding though she does grind herself upon his lap.
She strokes over his hair, his face, cupping his jaw and watching as he comes down from his high. His eyes begin to clear and his chest stops heaving when he finally looks at her properly once more.
"You were perfect tonight." she tells him, affectionately rubbing her nose against his to quietly ask he raise his face so she can brush his lips with her own. "I've never felt so turned on watching you be completely at my mercy."
"I don't think I've ever felt that close to cumming without being touched in a long time. The anticipation was so fucking sexy." he says as she lifts up slightly, keeping his softening cock within her as she reaches around him to untie his hands. The moment they're free, he pulls her closer to him and smiles - his lips mere millimetres from hers. "If this is what it means to give myself over to you, then I am at your every beck and call."
“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
ope, this is my thousandth post and I thought I'd make it a really great fic but I put too much pressure on myself and started stressing the FUCK out and that’s ridiculous so here’s my thousandth post and now it’s done
can you do a oneshot with ruben dias with inspiration from lana del rey's "Love song"?

I have to be honest, she annoys tf out of me but I just listened to the song and UMMMMMM????? It’s so pretty? So sweet? Maybe first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Dias?
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