Toby placed the anger that playing out that scenario in his head brought him on a shelf for possible venting and forced a reassessment. That scenario wasn’t the one playing. Candace was again working his most sensitive spots; now she was going deep again, despite the fact that she was obviously gagging, red-faced. The look on her face said she hoped he would acquiesce to this weird plan of hers — but there was a lot more to it. Fear was a component of her expression; she was trying to appease him. You didn’t do that if you were in control — you just went ahead and did whatever, and maybe threw the other person a bone. Instead, she backed off again, but her lips never left him, and her tongue washed the underside of his cock despite the fact that she was drooling fiercely, all over the place.
That meant … Toby’s face changed again; Candace caught it and really, really tried to swallow him! Something had surfaced there — something she recognized at a gut level.
"Put your hands down," Toby grated. Candace did it without thinking, despite the fact that it made impaling her throat on his cock almost impossible. Those eyes…
Toby didn’t know why he did it, but he knew what he was supposed to do and he took action; he cupped the back of Candace’s head and pressed her onto him. Candace choked and gurgled, but she tucked her hands under her thighs and didn’t pull back. It was by far the hardest thing she had ever done — but on the other hand, somehow it was the ONLY thing she COULD have done! Toby kept pressing, gently but firmly; Candace extended her neck — and suddenly, her nose was in his pubes!
Toby held her there for a long count of five, then pushed her away; Candace fell back on the bed, but didn’t move, watching him. "You know I don’t do that."
"Not for anyone else, maybe," Toby replied, matter-of-factly. "I guess my question is answered."
"Excuse me?" Candace blinked.
"Now I know who controls you," Toby replied. "I do. Scoot your ass over here and put your legs on my shoulders — I want to fuck."
"B—but…"
"Now." It was quiet, but firm.
"I don’t let…" Candace began.
" … Other people," Toby finished. "But you do let me. Don’t you?" He eyed her. "For one thing, it’s the only way you’re going to get what you want. For another, well, think about what you just did. If you don’t let me control things, how come I just choked you with my penis?"
"Why don’t you call it a cock?" Candace asked in an attempt to distract him.
It didn’t work. Toby grabbed an ankle and hauled it up, then swatted her on the ass when she struggled. "Hey!" Candace complained.
"Do as you’re told!" Candace looked up to find that Toby’s eyes were dangerous again. He was a LOT stronger than he looked, too!
"Okay, okay!" Candace scooted toward the edge of the bed and put her legs up as instructed. "What about foreplay?"
"I’ve had mine," Toby countered evenly, "and you’re proving to me that you know what’s going on."
"Oh." That was all that Candace could think of to say — and it bothered her. But he was rubbing his big cock up and down her slit, and it wasn’t TOTALLY dry down there… "Do you think you can do this?" she asked.
Both of them knew that she wasn’t talking about fucking. "I don’t know," Toby replied. "It’s not something that I’m accustomed to. What about you? Can you do it? Right?" Meanwhile, his cock found her opening and began sinking inside. Toby tugged at her thighs, pulling her closer, bringing her ass to the edge of the bed.
"I … think so. I’ve seen it, and … assisted, sort of, a couple of times. I’ve played some, under supervision, and I understand some of what’s going on…" God! His cock was HUGE! "I’ve … always been on top, though. You’re the first person…" Candace gasped. This was VERY good!
"I’m … faking it, sort of," Toby replied. "Pa probably wasn’t the best teacher, from what you’ve told me. But I get a sense for what works and what doesn’t…" Fully inserted, he set up a slow stroke.
"Uh … huh…" Pleasure was distracting Candace. "Lots of things that look really bad aren’t — you learn that."
Toby nodded. Somehow, he was compartmentalizing. Candace’s vagina felt VERY nice on his penis, but he was operating on another level, too… "Ultimately, in most cases, the submissive controls things by defining what she will put up with before breaking out of the relationship…"
"Uh huh," Candace gasped. Toby was snapping his hips in a way that brought her flash after flash, but he kept talking… "That’s the thing you DON’T see," she agreed. "Everybody always assumes that the subbie is being put upon without his or her consent…"
"Yes…" Toby understood, now. Ma had been missing a LOT of things, since Pa left. Many things made sense — especially her in your face subservience. Still, Pa came off as rough… "What did you tell Lon to do?"
"Uh." Candace grunted — not from the effort of trying to come up with an answer, but because Toby’s cock forced it out of her. "Turn her … every which way … but loose." She gasped out. "Rick, too. No abuse, but he … should take … everything … he can get and see … if she balks. And not be … too appreciative…"
"What if she balks?"
"Back off … I don’t think she will … unless I’m wrong…" Candace was getting into the fuck, BIG time! "Can we just … fuck … now?"
Toby grinned; it was a surprisingly predatory look for his normally earnest face. "No…"
'I shouldn’t have asked, ' Candace realized. It was an attempt at control, however small — and Toby recognized it and quashed it. He slowed down, shifting to a gentler stroke — DEFINITELY not something Candace wanted.
"What was to come next?" Toby asked.
"After I was through with you," Candace replied, "I was going to go over and humiliate her — reel her in."
"You had something specific in mind," Toby said. It was a statement, not a question.
Candace’s eyes pled; this was nice, but she liked to ride hard; an orgasm that she was on the edge of was threatening to slip away… "I was going to get her to suck your sperm out of me…"
"Were you going to tell her before, or after?"
"Before."
Toby nodded. "Then I guess we should give her something to do." He resumed his earlier stroke; Candace did everything but exclaim Thank God! It was odd how if he worked at it he could almost read her mind — especially since he KNEW she was pretty shifty. "I think we may have to end up establishing a pecking order," he announced. "One visible to Ma. Otherwise, she may become confused as to her alliances and priorities."
"Okay," Candace gasped. Like I have a choice? Her expression queried Toby as to how exactly he planned to accomplish that…
"I’ll be going with you," he answered the unspoken question. Then he picked up the pace.
Rick and Lon were on the road, headed for Beth’s, in Lon’s 5 year old Saturn — a legacy from his father, who was well-to-do, but not as flamboyant as Mama. Lon was obviously burning brain cells… "What’s up, Dude?" Rick asked.
"Well, Beth, actually," Lon replied. "She was pretty weird yesterday, so I talked to Mama about it. Mama thinks that what Beth is missing is more than just sex."
"Yeah? Like what did she do?"
"She, like, suggested that I blackmail her," Lon replied. "Not in so many words — but she brought it up in such a way that I couldn’t help thinking about it." He shook his head. "And she calls herself names — she’s got this thing about being heavy — and she says she’s a slut."