“Put me on my knees, ravage and use me as selfishly as you might. I will still feel your respect, your warmth and your love for me. I do not call you master, or put myself on display for you or offer myself to you because I am a woman, or because you are a man, or because I am a succubus bound to you through sorcery. I do it because we love one another and it feels good to us both.”
She drew another smile out of him. “Well, as long as you know I respect you,” Alex replied.
Though she chuckled a bit, Lorelei soon grew serious. Her voice remained low. “I gave great thought to what I might give you for your birthday. No material gift seemed appropriate. I knew you would be uncomfortable with anything expensive.”
“I’m a twenty-year-old student living in a sweet downtown apartment with his hot, loaded, older girlfriend,” Alex chuckled, “and his other hot, older girlfriend. I’m not even working now. I think I’ve got it pretty good as it is.”
“You also have your hardships,” she reminded him. “But that is beside the point. I pondered what I could give to the man who possesses me and all that I have.” Knowing this would get an objection from him, she leaned in and put a finger to his lips before he could speak. “You do, Alex. You possess me. It gives me nothing but joy. I would have you embrace that tonight.”
He sat up in the bathtub, unable to take his eyes off her. The finger on his lips moved away so she could caress his neck. Her voice remained calm despite the obvious desire in her eyes. “We lose nothing for acknowledging what already exists between us. Power exchange has always been a part of our romance. The only gift I wish to give you is one that you have had all along, but have been so reluctant to claim… master.”
Only a month ago, such talk excited him, but that excitement was overwhelmed by its accompanying trepidation. He feared setting precedents. He felt guilt and shame over the arousal this gave him. All he wanted was an equal and a partner. He didn’t want to give her the wrong impression.
They knew one another much too fear such misunderstandings now.
Alex shifted over in the tub, his eyes mostly still on hers as he reached for a towel and then stood. Lorelei rose along with him, stepping back to watch as he silently dried off. He stepped out of the deep tub, wiping off his wet calves and feet.
Lorelei sank to her knees in front of him. The stiff, erect manhood before her spoke to her lover’s desires. As her hands came up his legs and then took gentle hold of his shaft, Lorelei’s eyes turned reverently toward his. She stroked him smoothly, knowing exactly how to grasp him and how to please him. She knew he enjoyed this.
Her hands soon rested on her lap. Her eyes remained on his, looking up at him as her mouth opened and leaned forward. Alex sighed with immediate satisfaction and growing desire for more as Lorelei welcomed him into her mouth.
Hardly a night or day passed for them without such acts. Sex and sexuality dominated their relationship to their mutual joy. They tasted one another frequently, sometimes for hours, sometimes at several intervals on a given day. Tonight was not about all new acts; it was about exploring a new tone and context.
Lorelei made love to him with her mouth almost daily. At different turns, she would hold him prisoner, or provide easy satisfaction, or dominate him or simply shower him with affection, all through this one act. Tonight she did all that, but above all else, she served him with devotion.
Context made all the difference. Their lust rose. Lorelei brought her hands up again, clutching his ass as she bobbed back and forth. She coated his flesh with her mouth, unleashing her needs while seeing to his. They remained silent a long while, slaves to this shared pleasure.
Though she could learn his every desire through this act, Lorelei waited for his wordless cues. Her tempo rose and fell with his breathing and the gentle touch of his hands on her head. The soft, needful moans that accompanied her heavy, erratic breaths reminded him that this was just as good for her as for him.
Magic, Alex thought.
She withdrew only halfway as he came down from the high of near-orgasm and looked up at his eyes with the rest of his flesh still in her mouth. Both knew he was not ready for this to end yet. Lorelei did not allow her lips to spread in a grin, but her eyes glinted with agreement and approval before she slid her mouth back down his full length once again.
Alex closed his eyes and enjoyed her. His emotions swirled in a mixture of gratitude, ecstasy, love, and lustful potency. He felt power and possessive strength, knowing Lorelei fully intended this to stroke his ego as well as his flesh. He knew she would share that pleasure, too.
His eyes fluttered open. Her eyes were on him, hungry and devoted as before. Alex still had his hand on her head; his other hand joined it, and put a little more pressure on her, and he began to use her as she had offered. Lorelei could not speak, but gave every wordless indication of consent and eagerness.
Their motions grew rough, but neither experienced any pain. Alex began to grunt for them both, driving their pleasure every bit as much as Lorelei did. His hands clenched into fists in her hair while Lorelei’s fingers dug into his hips. Their motion did not speed up, but contact deepened and sensation intensified until Alex could not hold anything back anymore.
She hungrily accepted all that he had to give. Every spasm of his muscles sent contractions through her body that were as delicious as his. She tasted his lusts, felt his needs, and satisfied them both along with her own.
Breathing heavily and trembling with bliss, Alex relaxed his grip. She stayed in place until his hands fell away, and then made a show of appreciating the size and feel of his cock as she released it from her mouth. As so often happened, it remained as aroused and needful as before, though now slick from her indulgence.
Lorelei’s mouth spread into a grin. She exhaled, shivering out only two words: “Thank you.”
He just looked at her, as enraptured as ever by her beauty. Whether her thanks were for the pleasure they shared through their bond, or for trusting her with this shift in the tone of their intimacy, or for giving in to selfish urges and using her like he had, he didn’t know… but he knew she didn’t want him to stop, and he could not resist.
Alex gently motioned for her to rise. She took his hand and walked with him out of the bathroom. They said nothing as they came to the bed. Alex slowly caressed all the curves that he knew so well, still clad in black silk and lace. She was a sensual work of art that he was privileged to enjoy by touch as well as by sight.
Lorelei melted and cooed under his appreciative stroking and kneading. She turned in toward his hands, offering up her hips, her belly, the valley between each thigh and groin. Her eyes pleaded with him as his fingers came to the thin strap over her shoulder. Alex passed it over, teasing her a little, his fingers slipping back down toward her breast to trace a soft circle over the erect nipple, still separated from his skin by the thin silk.
Lorelei’s lip quivered. Her eyes fluttered open again, watching him in a state of near entrancement. “Master,” she whispered softly, her voice full of appreciation, “I am yours to play with.” She leaned in, shamelessly indulging his hands and his eyes along with her own desires. He knew he could bring her to a small climax just from this. It had happened before.
His hands slid up her chest to her collarbones again, then to the straps over her shoulders. Alex stepped in close, his cock sliding up against her groin. She moaned out louder at that, but remained still as he slipped away the fabric to reveal her full, alluring breasts. Notes of surrender and gratitude emerged from her throat as he caressed and teased her, softly pinching the nipple of one breast while palming and cupping the other.