I’ve always been the submissive one in our relationship until my boyfriend asked me to fuck him.
I've been with my boyfriend for like, eight months now, and honestly? The sex has been fucking incredible from day one. We're that annoying young couple in our 20s who look totally vanilla at brunch, but behind closed doors? We're filthy. Humiliation, degradation, nothing is really off the table for us.
But dominance? That was his thing. My thing was being a good little slut and taking whatever he gave me.
That all changed three weeks ago.
We were lying in bed, post-fuck. He turned to me and asked, "I've been thinking, what if you fucked me?"
At first, I'm not gonna lie, my brain kind of short-circuited. Not because I'm some prude — please, I've had his cock in my ass more times than a porn star — but because I'd genuinely never pictured myself as the one doing the penetrating. I'm the one who gets used. I'm the one who spreads my legs and takes it. The idea of strapping on a fake dick and railing him like he was my bitch? It felt foreign.
So we started slow. Last Tuesday night, we were fooling around, and he ended up face-down on the mattress, ass up, looking so fucking submissive it made my mouth water. I'd been thinking about it all day, getting wet at my desk imagining what it would feel like to have that power.
"Stay there," I ordered, and the authority in my own voice shocked me.
He listened like a good boy.
Without any preparation, just his spit and mine from when I'd sucked his cock earlier, I climbed on top of him, grinding my naked, dripping pussy against his ass crack while I pinned his wrists to the bed. I was soaked, my juices running down his balls as I simulated fucking him, thrusting my hips hard and fast like I actually had a thick cock to bury in his tight little hole.
The friction against my clit was driving me insane, but I needed more.
"Spread yourself," I growled, and he reached back with both hands.
My fingers were trembling as I circled his entrance, watching it flutter and pucker. Then I pushed one finger in — dry, rough, demanding.
The sound he made had me nearly cumming on the spot. I started pumping into him, finger-fucking his ass while I bit his shoulder and told him exactly how I was going to ruin him:
How I'd make him my bitch.
How he'd take every inch of my cock once I bought the strap-on.
How I'd hold his hips and pound him until he cried.
He came untouched, spurting cum all over the sheets just from my finger in his ass and my filthy words in his ear.
Now? I think about it constantly. When I'm at work, when I'm showering, when I'm supposed to be sleeping. I want to see his face when I finally push that silicone cock inside him. I want to feel the harness grinding against my clit as I pound him balls-deep, watching his prostate make him leak precum all over himself.
The power rush is intoxicating. Having him bent over, vulnerable, mine to use however I want? It's better than any orgasm he's ever given me.
So yeah, I've been planning. Three strap-ons are sitting in my cart right now — a starter, a thick one, and something that honestly terrifies even me. He thinks he knows what he's asking for, letting his good little girlfriend take the lead.
Next Saturday, he finds out exactly what kind of monster he's created.
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