The Floor
We’d started with a blow job in the living room. Cd tapped on my arm from underneath, signaling me to stand. He lead me into the bedroom.
He had been organizing and had sorted items into piles. He temporarily had stuff laying on much of our bed, but he pushed me up against the bed and fucked me (mostly) standing up for a while. Then he told me to get on all fours on the ground.
I got in that position and reached to grab a blanket that was within reach. I got up “I’m just putting this down because the carpet is rough on my skin.”
“Amy?”
It was soft, almost a whisper - but it grabbed 100% of my attention - he never uses my name.
“I want you to be uncomfortable.”
I dropped the blanket and got back on all fours but my mind swirled for a few seconds. I was trying to reach for words to explain myself. If I would have said something, it would have been close to “I wasn’t being selfish by reaching for the blanket. I just wanted to be comfortable. I didn’t know you wanted me to be uncomfortable..” I felt a mixture of guilty (for being ‘selfish’) and annoyed (defensive).
But before I could find words to express myself, I remembered multiple relevant discussions we’ve had in the past. About how when I find myself feeling like I screwed up, or feel anxious or guilty during sex, I’m almost certainly misunderstanding his intent. His intent in sex or play is always for it to be fun. It’s never to make me feel bad.
He wasn’t implying that I was being selfish by grabbing for the blanket. He was just expressing that he wants me to sacrifice my comfort for him. He thinks me being uncomfortable for him is hot. This isn’t news to me at all. He gets off on making me uncomfortable all the time. This was just a new way. My brain likes to find ways to make me feel like a failure…with this new scenario, it saw a path to make me feel bad and tried to lead me down that rabbit hole.
As soon as I untangled the noise in my head (which only took a minute or so) I instantly realized that this was very hot for me. I repeated the idea in my head as he fucked me. “He wants me to be uncomfortable for him.” As our intensity increased, and my knees hurt worse, and my palms were being rubbed harder into the carpet, I got more uncomfortable and it made it hotter.
When I got close to orgasm I asked him for permission. “Cum on the floor like a whore for me.”
I made a lot of noise as I came, but I could hear him through my own noises. “You’re my whore. You’re such a good girl. I love you.”
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