she’s been wanting me to be more assertive, meaner, and more dominant recently, probably after realizing i think about being those things but then get scared—my lovely wife is very big on exploring desire and not hiding from it, while my greatest skill is repressing everything.
so now, to make her happy, i make myself speak up a little louder when i want something.
like when she’s taking a very long time getting ready—we’re on hour two, i’ve been ready since minute fifteen—and i want to have sex now. that thought alone scares me, so i get up out of my chair and walk into the bedroom and over to her vanity, standing behind her so i can see her in the mirror and i mumble weakly that i want to have sex. she doesn’t even hear me (or, since she is femme, she pretends not to hear me in order to make me speak up) so i take a deep breath and say loudly and bluntly and authoritatively
“i want to have sex. now.”
and she raises her eyebrows and i panic that i’ve gone too far and i immediately start thinking of a million ways to backpedal and apologize and apparently this is visible on my face because she says “please calm down, it’s hot,” and then tosses her new braids over her shoulder and says in a voice sweet with that hard-to-get tone “it’s a shame i’m not ready yet, you’ll have to wait.”
and without thinking i grab her chair and lean over her and say “no, i won’t,” and she is stunned, pleasantly stunned, and blushes and smiles and quietly says “yes, daddy.”
but i still want to watch her get ready, and she still needs to get ready, so when she gets out of her little makeup chair i sit down in it, undo my belt and pull out my strap, lube it up quick and pat my thigh, tell her to sit back down and finish getting ready, and now she doesn’t know what to do. i say “you’re wasting time, little girl, don’t you got someplace to be here soon?” and she stammers “yes sir” and i ask her what business she thinks she has not getting ready.
so she sits in my lap, slowly taking my cock in as she sits, and i decide it’s time to shut off my thinky side of my brain for now before it worries to much and just go by instinct, what i want and nothing else, and i know that’s what she wants me to do and that she’ll stop me if need be and i trust her more than i trust myself anyways.
she’s not quite frozen around my cock but she’s not moving, still a little stunned, i think, and i ask her if she wants to play a game. she nods, so i pick up the gold ribbon she had been using to tie her hair up and i wrap her fingers around it and say “let’s see how well my baby can gussy up with daddy’s cock inside her,” and she shivers and winds her braids around into a bun again and ties it off with the ribbon. once she finishes that i thrust up into her a couple times and she moans, melts in my lap, so i spank the part of her ass not on me and tell her that not only am i not done with her, she’s not done getting ready, and she blushes hard.
i let her do her eyeliner and lipstick without interference, but when she tries to put on her jewelry i start to play with her. when she tries to undo the clasp, i squeeze her clit and her fingers slip, when she tries to slide a bangle on i thrust into her so she loses her balance, when she tries to pick her earrings up off the table i sink my teeth into the nape of her neck to make her cry out and collapse. when she finally pushes through and gets it all on, i reward her with a firm hand on her clit and letting her ride me like she wants.
right when she gets spun up enough to start coming, though, i move my hand away and she whines, nothing like the dignified queen of a woman everyone else sees but like the girl i get to see, and i give her a pop of a smack on her swollen clit for whining and she cries out in pleasure and desperation, but i stop moving and tell her to get up. she whimpers and complains but i tell her i’ll pop her again so she haltingly gets up. i do too, quickly stretching my aching legs, and then bend my waiting femme over the bed and jerk her skirt over her ass and her panties to the side and fuck her hard until she starts to beg me to let her come. i tell her no, but i keep going, and she starts rambling about how she can’t hold it in much longer, she’s gonna come, and i keep going and she starts begging louder and i tell her to be good, and right when i see her start to freeze and orgasm i pull out, and she goes limp and cries “no! please!”
and i sweetly stroke her ass and say “i’m sorry, princess, but it’s time to go to dinner,” and help her up and into the car shaking and whimpering.
we didn’t make it to the restaurant. we never do.
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