"Naked."
She ran to do it.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forced myself not to race her to the bedroom.
Taking my time, I got a drink of water from the kitchen before making my way to the back of the house. She lay naked in our bed, spread-eagled and squirming, a seductive smile on her face.
"Like this?" she asked.
I leaned against the doorjamb. "Almost." I slowly loosened my tie, taking my time, making her wait and anticipate.
"Almost?"
"You won't look right until I've got you bouncing up and down on my cock, baby."
Her whole body flushed and she moaned, squirming.
I pulled my tie free and sat at the end of the bed. "Touch yourself for me."
She froze. This was one thing she'd never done, that I'd never asked. "What?"
"You heard me. I want to watch you finger yourself." I waited her out. I wanted to see her do this. If she flat out refused I wouldn't force her, but it certainly would lead to more talks as to why she didn't want to.
She closed her eyes as her right hand slowly moved toward her mound. "No," I said. "I want you to look at me."
She froze again. Again, I waited her out. She finally opened her eyes and took a deep breath while my cock throbbed in my pants. This was something I'd never had the nerve to ask before.
One finger, then two slipped between her legs. It took her a couple of minutes before her body overrode her emotions and she really started getting into it.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged. "Get yourself good and wet for me."
Her soft, mewling reply made me harder than I ever thought possible.
I stood, never breaking eye contact with her, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. "I want you to come for me before I finish undressing. If you're a good girl and do what I say, I'll go down on you and suck your clit."
She gasped, her hand speeding up between her legs.
Fuck that was hot!
And why had I not wanted to take charge for her before?
That would be because I'm a fucking moron, apparently.
I smiled and slowly slid my shirt off, dropped it in the hamper. "I'm going to take my tongue and fuck your sweet pussy with it," I said, enjoying the game.
Her responding gasp made my cock throb again.
Fuck.
I leaned over and propped my arms on the bed, "I'm going to slip a couple of fingers into that wet cunt while I lick your clit, baby. Would you like that?"
A slight sheen of sweat covered her body and she eagerly nodded, her eyes never leaving me. I reached out and stroked her chin. "Then you'd better come for me. Otherwise, I'm going to tie you up and leave you tied up all night long so you can't reach your pussy and I'm going to fuck you and not let you come until tomorrow morning."
She moaned, nearly frantic, her fingers buried between her legs. Damn I wanted to jump down there and help her!
I leaned in closer, my mouth inches from her ear. "After you come for me, I'm going to flip you onto your knees and fuck you from behind, and I'm going to play with your clit while I do. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
She cried out and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. I struggled not to touch her as she came. I wanted to give this to her.
As she lay there catching her breath I quickly shed the rest of my clothes and rolled her over, pulling her to her knees and sinking my cock into her.
Dammit she was hot! She moaned, fucking her hips against me.
I reached around her and found her clit. I knew she'd still be sensitive so I carefully rolled it in my fingers, drawing another moan from her.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice hoarse from the strain of holding back.
"Fuck me!"
I took a few hard strokes. "Like that?" I slowed down, pulling almost all the way out and slowly sliding balls-deep again. "Or like that?"
She moaned, wiggling her ass against me. "However you want to fuck me."
I stopped. "That's not what I asked. I asked you how you want it. I want an answer or I won't fuck you, baby."
Her whole body vibrated. "Fuck me. Hard."
I grabbed her hips and did just that, knowing I wouldn't last long as horny as I was. Then I had an idea.
When I pulled out she groaned in complaint. I rolled over onto my back and grabbed her, pulling her on top of me.
"Ride my cock."
She knelt over me and eagerly impaled herself. I took her hand and placed it over her clit. "Now make yourself come again, baby. I want to feel you come for me."
It was easier for her this time. I let her close her eyes and the feel of her muscles contracting around me was indescribably wonderful. I stroked her thighs and whispered encouragement to her.
"Tell me when you're coming," I growled.
She nodded, her hair hanging in her face. From the way she gasped for breath I knew she was close. Then I felt it.
About the same time she cried out that she was coming, I felt her muscles squeezing me in a way I'd never felt before. I knew she couldn't come from just fucking, she never had, so I always tried to get her off first.
There was something indescribable about the feel of her milking my cock like that.
I grabbed her hips and thrust, hard, coming with her. Then I pulled her down to my chest as she cried. I stroked her back, brushing my fingertips up and down her spine.
"Are you okay?" I finally asked, almost fearing the answer.
She nodded, but didn't raise her head. "Real good." She sniffled.
"Why are you crying?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. But it's not bad."
"If you're sure."
"Yeah." She lifted her head, a gentle smile on her face.
"I'm sure."
I rolled her over and worked my way down her body, settling between her legs. "You earned a reward." I didn't know if I could get her off again. I'd damn sure try. It took a little while, but I finally made her come a third time. Then I crawled back up the bed and pulled her tightly against me, kissing her.
"I love you."
She snuggled in my arms. "I love you too. Thank you."
"Is this what you wanted?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"Did I do good?"
"You did great." She was already falling asleep. When I knew she wouldn't wake up, I carefully got out of bed and in the dark I found my collar on the dresser. I buckled it around my neck, locked it, and carefully removed my day collar.
Trying not to disturb her, I slipped into bed next to her, wrapped my arms around her and drifted to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning she was staring at me with a playful smile on her face.
"Did Mistress have a good night last night?"
She grinned and kissed me, hard. "When did you put your collar back on?"
"After you fell asleep."
She kissed me again, rolling over on top of me. I stiffened in response and offered no resistance when she fucked me.
This time I used my thumb on her clit, stroking her. "You were so beautiful, baby," I said. Her eyes crinkled in amusement and I caught myself. "Mistress was very beautiful last night."
She laughed and fell forward, hugging me. "You're too much."
"Did you really have fun?"
She nodded. "Yeah. I liked that you surprised me like that." She ran her fingers through my hair. "You don't need to be formal with me all the time either, you know. We can just talk even if you're collared. Just be together."
"Can I still call you Mistress?"
"At home."
I nodded. "Okay." I could live with that. "There's times I really want to be formal though."
"Let's just change it up sometimes. Mix it up. If you really need a play night, you tell me."
"That's fair," I agreed. "What about when you need a play night? Do you want to tell me, or should I just surprise you on occasion?"
"I'll tell you. But honestly? I liked it when you surprised me like that."