You asked me to demonstrate my submission.

At first, I froze. My head swam with all the ways that I might please you. I could sense your impatience as I second-guessed myself, wondering exactly what it was that you wanted. Finally, you took pity on me. Holding my chin firmly in your hand, your eyes were not unkind as you spoke. "Breathe. You can do this."

This was new to me. It was something I'd only recently discovered about myself. You'd seen it, and gently drawn it out, patiently teaching and helping me to understand that it was okay to want this; okay to want to submit myself totally to another person, to trust someone enough to give myself to them in this way. To trust and submit myself to you. I wouldn't fail you now.

Looking up into your eyes, feeling vulnerable but knowing that I was safe, I slipped out of my blouse and bra and slowly sank to my knees, dropping kisses on your chest, your stomach, the thin line of hair leading into the waistband of your jeans. My nipples were hard and aching, though the room was warm.

With trembling fingers, I released the buttons of your fly, so turned on to see only skin and hair and your cock, hard and leaking. I pushed your jeans down around your thighs. Your eyes fluttered closed as I leaned in to nuzzle the warm skin of your groin, and you groaned at the sensation of my breath on your shaft. My tongue followed, licking a warm, wet path up to the head of your cock. Whimpering, I took you in, savoring the feel of you in my mouth, the salty tang on my tongue.

Your hands went to my hair, gently combing it back from my face and gripping it in your fist, guiding me at the pace you desired. I relaxed into the familiarity of this, confident in my ability to please you in this way.

As I gently massaged your balls, feeling them tighten and pull up, I watched your face. I wanted to see you come apart; wanted to look into your eyes as I swallowed everything you gave me. But with a pained expression, you stilled and withdrew, holding your hand out for me to take.

I got to my feet and you led me to the sofa, where you sat after hastily kicking off your jeans. Throwing off my pants and underwear, I straddled your thighs and slowly lowered myself down onto your cock. I moved against you, moaning as my nipples rubbed against the coarse hair on your chest. I listened to your breathing grow harsh, felt your heartbeat speed up and your thighs tremble. When you grasped my hips in your strong hands, holding me tight against you as you thrust up into me, I knew you were close. With a low sound of pleasure, you rested your forehead against mine and with one last deep thrust, you came. My pussy clenched around you as your warm release filled me.

As we caught our breath, you kissed my neck, knowing the exact spot that would drive me crazy. I curled into you in contentment, basking in your attention. You licked the shell of my ear, making me shiver, but what really did me in was your fervent whisper.

“Good girl.”