Sometimes, a Man needs to take control. Like tonight. Missy was ridiculously bitchy when I got home from work, crabbing about one thing then another. I waiting all through dinner for her to lighten up, but she never did, not even when I complimented her cooking – which was delicious! – took are of the dishes, and tried to change the subject to something happier. That’s when I understood. Missy didn’t need me to be conciliatory, she needed me to take control. So I did. I grabbed her in a strong embrace, kissed her hard, then told her that if she didn’t quit bitching I’d give her something to bitch about. To this, she bitched. Perfect! I grabbed her wrists, pulled her – with very little effort – to the bedroom. There, I ordered her to strip and lie on the bed, bottoms up. I blindfolded her and cuffed her wrists, scolding her the entire time for being such a malcontent. By now, she was quiet and I could smell her arousal. Just to be sure, I reached down and ran a finger over her slit. Yep. Drenched. She mewed when I touched her and I smiled. Slowly, I undressed, talking to her the whole time. Telling her how disappointed I was in her attitude. “You were an ass tonight, Missy, and to make sure you remember that, it’s your ass that’s going to pay.”
“What?” she asked quietly.
“You ass,” I whispered. Then, I got the lube. She hung her head and began to mutter. She hates (but also loves) when I ignore her hot little pussy and only use her ass. I work the lube in, getting her nice and slick and stretched. Then, I kneel behind her. She tenses, begs forgiveness, and promises she’ll behave better. I swear my cock is going to explode before I have enter her! I smack her bottom, tell her no more talking, then press in. God, she’s hot and tight! Her whole body stiffens and I wait for her to get used to my bulk. When she relaxes, I bury myself in her. She cries out, presses back against me. I smack her pale cheeks as I begin to fuck her. Her body quivers and trembles, already close to orgasm. The combination of being fucked and spanked always bring her to the brink fast. I have to think about baseball to keep myself from coming. Then, she falls. Right into that beautiful abyss. Three more times I get her off before I shoot my load into her well tanned bottom. Reluctant to leave the warmth, I slowly pull out of her. Just seeing a drip of my cum trickle out of her hole is enough to get me going again. But, it’s too soon. I need time to recover, and so does she. Still, I don’t want her to slip out of this mood.
“I’m not done with you yet, Missy,” I tell her.
“Beg all you want, but there will be a round 2.”
I open the nightstand drawer and quickly find what I want. She squirms, pants, but accepts This substitute for my cock. It looks so damn pretty there, but then I think it would look even prettier with more of a contrast. So, I tell her to raise up on her knees and spank her some more. She moans, wiggles, and accepts everything. Her thighs glisten with wetness. I keep spanking her until her ass is fire engine red. Then, I land one sharp swat to her pussy and she yelps, lowers her head and shoulders to the bed, and trembles all over. There’s nothing more I want right now than to plunge my rock hard cock into her pussy, but that’s not what she needs. She needs me to Man up. To be Strong. To set an expectation and to stick with it.
“Okay. Round 2.”
“Thank god,” she mumbles and I grin. She thinks it’s going to be easy, but she’s wrong. I grasp the pretty plug and give it a slow spin. She gasps, understanding what I’m going to do.”
“Joe! No! Please!”
Silence. I gently pull out the plug and my cock jumps a little as a drop of my cum leaks out. Then, I reinsert my cock. She’s looser this time and I don’t have to wait for her body to get used to me. I’ve already come once as well, so now I can take my time. Go slow. Fast. Hard. Whatever I want. She’s putty in my hands now. By the time I empty myself in her again, she’ll be totally exhausted, totally satiated, and totally mine.
Sometimes, a Man simply has to provide what his woman needs.