He said please... [m+f] Part I. | 2016

It had been about two weeks since I was able to see Lucas. We went no-contact as he tried to make amends with his former girlfriend and took her on vacation… I respected that, but it didn’t stop the daily thoughts of our chemistry and his hands on me. By the time he returned, I was ready to rip his clothing off. However, I fought against that pounding desire for a couple of days until we’d had a chance to speak on the matter. He explained that they were often too exhausted to even think about sex on this little trip, as they both tried to stay as active as they could during their long days out.

I did my best not to give away how happy this made me, instead telling him how sorry I felt for his girl. Vacations are some of the best times to have sex, how could he do that to her? I guess things just weren’t going to come back together for the two of them at this point, so I moved the conversation on and we left it that way. I went back to work at my desk and just kept getting distracted but the overwhelmingly sexual thoughts that kept running through my mind. I’d never seen myself as a sexual person, but something about Lucas made me feel empowered and sexy and free.

I went by his office and simply said “We’ll have to fix this zero-sex streak. Soon.” I smiled to myself and walked away, taking care to strut a little and show a bit more confidence than I was actually feeling. Inside, my stomach was all fluttery. Again, something I wasn’t used to feeling around any other man.

A few hours went by and he sent me a text, which never happened when he was trying to be a good boyfriend. I knew I’d broken through whatever was holding him back when I saw, “My place? Now?” It was only 3 in the afternoon and I was supposed to be at work until 5. I stood up and looked, my boss was gone for the day and so was the resident tattle-tale, so I shot a text back. “Last one there gets to wear a strap-on.” I knew I’d be the last one there.

Lucas was, and still is, a lot more experimental than I was. Things started off very vanilla with us and I knew at least part of him wanted a lot more from me. He would talk about the sex furniture he bought, the new toy he picked up with this girlfriend, etc. Part of me was embarrassed at first, but after so many years there was nothing left but pure lust in my head when he spoke about his escapades. It was only a few months ago that he admitted wanting to be fucked by me. We had done a little experimentation on my part (he was fairly experienced) and I found I really took to the role of mild-mannered co-worker turned slightly-less-mild Dom.

I didn’t hear back from him, but when I reached his front door it was unlocked and there was a trail of clothing heading for the second bedroom. I grinned and took off my clothes, but kept the sexy black bra on. I knew he liked the contrast on my milky skin and I was looking to make him beg. Whatever jealousy I had in the background of my mind turned into a desire to show him what he’d missed while away. I reached for the doorknob, but paused to listen against the door. I heard the clear sounds of him stroking himself, soft grunts, and I turned the knob as quietly and slowly as I could. I peeked through the gap in the door and saw him facing away from me, his phone in his hand and a recent half-naked photo of me on the screen. I kicked the door open and said loudly “How dare you touch yourself before I got here?” He jumped and dropped the phone on the floor.

He turned to look at me, and I demanded with a fierce tone, “Well?!” He started to speak, and then looked to the floor and mumbled “I’m sorry.”

I pointed to the bed, “Get over there, face down, sorry isn’t good enough.” I felt my heart thudding in my chest, my neck, my ears. I was flushed and high on adrenaline as he meekly complied. Lucas is almost a foot taller than me, and it was a lot of fun watching him look intimidated as he laid down. I walked into his room to get the harness and everything else I would need. The fact that he was agreeing to this meant he’d been hoping for it, too. And that just spurred me on even more.

I walked back in to him laying on the bed, and softly said “There’s a good boy.” He shifted a little and I crawled over him to fasten his hands to the bedframe. He twisted to look up at me with what appeared to be surprise at this, and I just grinned. His eyes traveled down and he saw that I’d strapped myself up already. A weak moan came from him, and he shifted his hips, arching them up in a silent invitation. I shook my head, answering “You’ll have to ask nicely. Beg. But that will come.”

He buried his face in the bed and almost growled at that, so I swatted his ass with my open hand and he hissed, drawing up again. I smoothed my hand over the reddening mark I left, digging in my shortened nails and dragging them up to his lower back as he moaned into the covers. I enjoyed teasing and dragging things on, and today was no different. I leaned over and bit into his shoulder, my hand wrapping over to his hip and pulling his body to me so I could reach beneath him and stroke my fingers softly along his shaft. Another muffled moan.

I reached for our preferred lubricant, and dipped two fingers in to the small pot. I rubbed them together to warm it all up, and then slid them slowly from just behind his balls up to just below the spot he wanted me to touch. Again, I love to tease. He arched with anticipation, then lowered his hips with a ragged exhale of, “Shame.” I drew firm figure-8s over his skin, bit his shoulder again, and replied as he moaned, “Shut up, Lucas.” His hips squirmed and shifted as my fingers moved, and I pulled them back to massage that little entrance.

I contemplated further teasing as he hissed, “Yes.” I pushed my body upwards and put my lips against his ear. I smirked as I said, “’Yes’ what?” He swallowed audibly and whimpered “Yes, please?” I laughed and kissed his earlobe. “And ‘please’ what?” He squirmed, groaning as my fingers hadn’t stopped their massaging and circling, “Please fuck me.”

I slid my middle finger inside slowly, knowing how much he enjoyed the pressure at this stage of the game. He moaned and it almost sounded like relief as I slid further in. I added my ring finger about half-way in and he rolled his hips, groaning in pleasure. I couldn’t hold back a grin at his body’s response, and slowly pumped them back and forth. He alternated arching his hips up and grinding his arousal against the bed, slowly fucking against it as I slid my fingers back and forth, and I could feel my own wetness starting to run across the back of my thigh as I laid next to him.

… To be continued.