The Man's Man.

While we were sitting in the living room having a cigarette you told me you'd always wanted to be very dominant but just not found a person that wants to be at the receiving end. I said I would, gladly, you look like you could mess me up a little.

Later in bed you tell me to take my dress off, so I do and you watch me. You turn me around and take of my bra. You push the back of my neck down into the bed so Im bent there, face in the cotton, feet on the floor. You smack my bottom and run your fingers and cock against my underwear. I squirm miserably and you hit me harder.

You tell me that I'm not going to get to feel your cock inside me unless I make myself come with my fingers first. I rub desperately and contemplate faking it. You watch me touch and rub yourself against my body, smacking your erection into my breasts and tapping it against my lips. I lap at it beautifully.

You berate me for not making myself come for you like a good girl. You're very tall and quite broad and muscular and smothered in a self done tattoo of barbed wire. You look like you could hurt me.

I wish you would.