You don't have to be a genius to realize what just happened. That's never been my problem, though. Hindsight and I are best friends, but by then it’s too late. I can never pull it all together in the moment—when I need to .
So, once again, Becky’s in the bathroom riddled with disappointment, and I’m left alone in bed, wondering what it is I’m doing wrong.
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~Malcolm~
“Open your eyes, Ava. I want you to see everything. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she replies in a whisper.
Both the sound and sight of her together send blood rushing to my cock. I’m as hard as concrete, and Ava can see it, because when I walk in front of her to address her, my robe is wide open, revealing my naked body underneath. My hard cock is only inches from her face, and I can sense her yearning for it. She wants it in every way: in her hands, in her mouth, and deep in her pussy. As much as she wants it, I want to give it to her, and I will. But, only after she earns every inch of it.
“What’s your safe word, Ava?” I ask, as I walk around to the backside of my submissive, who’s kneeling in front of my king size bed completely naked now.
Her body is a picture of perfection. Ava Pierson is five-foot-six, a hundred-sixty-five pounds of luscious thickness, with dark brown hair that’s tied into a ponytail and hanging to the middle of her back. Her lips aren't what I would call thick, but they're pouty and covered in a shiny gloss that is only minutes from being taken off.
“My safe word is Cleopatra,” Ava answers.
“That’s right. Why is it Cleopatra?”
“Because I’m a queen, willingly giving myself to my king. I’m powerful, yet I choose to surrender to you.”
“That’s exactly right. Perfect. Now, don't look anywhere else but at me. When I move, your eyes will follow me wherever I go. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
There are four drawers on the underside of my bed—two on each side—and all four are pulled open, exposing all the toys I keep inside. One drawer has a variety of dildos in an assortment of sizes. Some vibrate, some twist, some are a combination of the two, while others are plain ten-inch dildos covered in thick veins.
In another drawer, there is a collection of floggers. Some are suede, some are oiled leather, some are made of elk. All of them are beautiful with an array of colors and thicknesses. I have to admit the floggers are my favorite. I’m biased towards them and they get the most use out everything I own. When I spot the red and black, roped handle of the leather flogger, I know I’ve already made a decision. That will be my choice for tonight. Lucky for me, this particular flogger is a favorite of Ava’s as well, so I lift it out of the drawer and place on the bed, close enough for her to see it out of her peripheral vision.
Before moving again, I look into the large mirror that rests in front of Ava and sits in front of my bed. To my satisfaction, Ava’s dark brown eyes are trained on me. She doesn't dare look away, and I smile on the inside. On the outside, I do nothing more than nod my approval, and walk around to the other side of the bed, Ava watching me the entire time. I move slowly, making sure Ava watches as I pick up a red blindfold and red leather handcuffs with fur lining, before making my way back over to her as she waits with restless anticipation.
“I let you see what I chose for you tonight,” I say to her. I don't whisper, because I want her to hear the deep rumble of my voice. I want it to command her. “Now, I want you to see nothing. I want you to feel. Feel me. Trust me. Let me guide you. You are no longer in control. I am. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, close your eyes.”
I stand in front of Ava before I blindfold her, my cock only inches from her face. I know how much she would like to move, but she obeys my command to stay still, even when I remove my robe altogether and my stiff erection hangs in mid-air. I hear her let out a breath, and I can tell from just looking down at her that her pussy is already dripping wet for me. By the time we get to where we’re going, she’ll be ready to come in seconds.
Ava keeps her eyes trained on my cock up until the moment I place the blindfold over her eyes and tie it in the back so it doesn't move. Once it’s secure, I kneel behind Ava while I fasten the links on the cuffs together, locking her wrists together behind her back. I let my tongue graze Ava’s shoulder and slide up to her neck before standing up and tossing the keys onto the floor next to her.
The next step I choose to take is to tease my subject. I know Ava is already on the verge—I can sense it in how sensitive her skin is, the way she gets goosebumps from the slightest touch or when my skin is close to hers and she anticipates being touched. I want to take that a step further, so she truly appreciates it when the touch finally does happen. So, I pick up the flogger and let the leather strands graze her shoulder. She shivers at the touch of it, and I smile to myself as I walk around her body, watching her in the mirror. The flogger caresses her shoulder, then slithers to her chest, before slipping down to her breasts just long enough to bring her nipples to peak sensitivity.
“Do you want it?” I ask.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice is airy and dripping with eagerness, and I can't help but notice when Ava licks her lips, showing me just how hungry for me she truly is.
“Tell me what you want, Ava,” I demand.
“For you to use the flogger, sir.”
“You want the flogger? You have to earn it. Open your mouth.”
Ava licks her lips once again, just before parting them and letting her mouth drop open for me.
This relationship is give and take. I’m in control, yes, but being in control means more than just making demands. It requires watching. It calls for paying attention to what she wants and then forcing her to earn it. Right now, I know Ava wants to be flogged because she loves it, but what she really wants is my cock in her mouth. She’s been eyeballing it from the moment she knelt in front of me and I unfastened the string on my robe. Now, I take pleasure in giving her what she craves.
I let Ava’s mouth remain open for a moment, before finally stepping in front of her and rubbing the tip of my cock on her top lip, removing her lip gloss. I move slowly, inch by inch, before moving to her bottom lip and repeating the process. When I finally allow her to feel the sensation of my cock entering her mouth, Ava is bursting from the seams. She takes all of me as far back as her mouth will let her without setting off her gag reflex, and my head falls back as she sucks me. She has less control with her hands bound behind her back, but Ava is still a pro, and I can tell she enjoys what she's doing just as I enjoy letting her do it. After a couple of minutes, just as Ava starts to moan with how much she loves it, I pull my dick away and take a step back. Her mouth stays open as she breathes heavily, taking in long gulps of air. Her desire for me is almost too much to be held in check, but she manages.
Now, I grab the flogger and let it kiss the skin on her chest once again, so she knows what’s about to happen, then I flick my wrist and let the braids slap Ava’s chest. She lets out a chirp of excitement and pleasure before I flick my wrist again, the braids landing on her right thigh this time. She squeals again, and I take a few minutes to walk around using the flogger all over Ava’s defenseless body. I make sure to flog her everywhere but her face and arms, before I demand that she stand up.