My boyfriend [M] and I [F] have a dom/sub relationship. Part 1 | 2016

“Would you like to play, my pet?”

My boyfriend stood in the doorway of our bedroom, a half-smile on his face as he looked at me. I turned towards him as the door clicked shut.

I hesitated before I replied, toying with the words on my tongue.

“Yes, master.”

“Get on your knees.”

I smiled at him prettily.

“No.”

He paused.

“What?”

“I said, no.”

He considered me quietly, and then began to walk towards me. With each calculated, menacing step he took, my heart pounded a little faster.

“You don’t want to play this game, pet?”

“Oh, master, trust me. I do. I just want to play it on my terms.”

He laughed then.

“You don’t get to decide the rules. I do.”

“I know. But I’m not an obedient little slave, master. I won’t lie down and let you do whatever you want to me.”

“When I’m finished with you, sweetheart, that’s all you’re going to be able to do.”

My mouth went dry.

I loved the struggle, the delicate game of predator and prey we played with each other. I slowly side-stepped towards the door, wondering if I could make a run for it. I knew it would be useless; he’d just wrap his arms around me and lift me up as soon as I reached for the handle. What I craved was the anticipation, the fear that shot through me when I looked into his eyes and he gave me that knowing smile. This game we played was all about anticipation, about withholding pleasure and giving it when it was least expected. It made physical sensations all the more intense.

He stood in front of me, that sly little smile still on his face. I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I tried to remember how to breathe.

I leaned towards him and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His mouth was hungry for mine, and he explored my mouth with quick flicks of his tongue. He pushed me back onto the bed, kissing me deeply, his hands sliding up under my dress. I moaned into his mouth as he grabbed my ass, squeezing hard. He ground his hips into mine, pressing me against the mattress, and I felt the hardness of his cock underneath his jeans.

We fell onto the bed, desperate, panting for each other. I reached up to pull him onto me, but he grabbed my arms in one fluid motion and twisted them behind my back. I yelped as he pinned me down, kissing and nibbling at my neck.

“Sweetheart, you’re so easily distracted,” he said, grinning at me.

I thrashed beneath him, trying to free my arms. I managed to push him off of me somewhat with my hips, and I tried to get up onto my knees. He grabbed my arm, hard, and twisted me around, forcing me back down onto my stomach. I gasped as the air whooshed out of my lungs.

“I’ve won, my pet. I’ve got your arms behind your back.”

I looked back at him and smiled.

“You think that’s all the fight that I have in me?” I teased. I was going to be punished for my disobedience, but I knew he secretly loved the sass.

He pressed his hips against my ass in response, letting me feel how hard he was. His cock looked like it was about to burst through his jeans. He unbuttoned his pants with one hand, holding me down with the other. I heard the zip of his jeans and the rustle of denim as he struggled out of them. Heat began to build between my legs. God, I wanted him.