Submission - The Switch

     I wake up with a start. The lights are still on and it takes me a minute to realise that you are spooning me, like a real couple. I suppose that at this point we are. I don't deny that I love you. But you are ruining my resolve, shattering things that I worked for years to build. You are making me vulnerable. It just won't do.

     Never have I let anyone run any aspect of my life. Even sex was a scramble for gratification, and as etiquette dictated, to gratify. This impersonal, yet more intimate sex frightens me. It presupposes that I trust you explicitly. A trust that I have never given to anyone.

     I scrape my thighs off our mingled congealed essence. You left me wanting and I was too tired to do anything about it then. This tactic of yours, to make me submit, it will inevitably make me long for you. That's not happening. I need to level this play field before I lose total control. I think it's about time I took my pleasure at your expense.

     I reach for your cock and massage it back to life. You stir and awaken. A bleary eyed smirk greets me. I grin back. Oh, you have no idea.

     I straddle your midsection and grind my crotch on you swaying for a silent rhythm, while you shift to a better position to let me ride your cock. But that's not going to happen, at least not yet. It is surprisingly easy for me to let go of any restraints that might have once stopped me from doing what I'm about to do. Your smile falters. I slide myself right up to your face. Holding on to the head board, I hover over your lips, still swaying to the ethereal beat. 

     You hook your arms around my thighs to pull me down to your mouth. You expect compliance. But I'm here to salvage my mind. I'm here to show that I'm no pushover. I swat your hands away. It's your turn to heel. 

     I lower myself just enough to let you lick my slit and pull back. You crane your neck to reach my pussy but I push your head back on to the pillow and hold it there. This time when I lower myself to your waiting mouth, I push harder, grind myself over your lips. Your bristles are prickly and so I desist that soon. You lap at my folds, guiding your clever tongue back and forth. I hold on to the head board for dear life. There, so nearly there. 

     I teeter on the very edge as you suck on my clit with a relentlessly. I grab your head and crush it against my pussy, as the first of the orgasms rock through me. You have yet to surface for breathing but I don't let go. I need you to taste me, drink me in; feel helpless as I had felt hours before. Something tells me your are enjoying this; my unrestrained desires. Maybe this is what you were hoping to achieve. It's not bad, this lustful abandon. 

     I relax and let go of your head. You take in deep gulps of air and stave off the darkness. I let you recover while I do the same. I didn't imagine that to take total control could be this taxing. This sweet ache in my muscles and the tingling all over my body blot out every thought in my head. Yet, one thought or rather a craving is pretty insistent. My pussy demands to be filled. I give in.

     I slide back to your pelvis. Your are rock hard. Good. I don't waste time lubing your entire length with my juice. Again, you try to regain a modicum of control, some measure of say, but I'm in no mood for that. I pin your arms to your sides with my legs. It's not a strong hold, but that doesn't matter. What matters is the idea. The idea that I'm in charge. 

     It feels good to have you inside me the way I want it. I contract my vaginal muscles and give you a nice, good squeeze. I am rewarded with a groan. The ride begins. I take it slow, testing angles that I find the most pleasurable. Yes! I support myself with my hands on your abdomen and start moving in earnest. I can sense that you aren't going to last long but I'm nowhere near done. I have to delay you. I pinch your nipple hard. You grunt. I guess I succeeded in shift your focus. 

     Sweat trickles down the valley of my spine as I go jack hammer on you. The tendrils of pleasure snake all over my body. I grab my own tit to relieve some of it. I take my other hand off you to play with my clit, a booster to reach the finish-line. Just a little longer. My muscles start to tire even with the mattress assisting me in my endeavour. Not yet. I push myself hard, risking a cramp. It hits me. I melt all over your cock. I slump forward on to you. My breathing is violent and heart threatens break out of my chest. 

     Believe it or not, I have a sense of fair play. As the orgasm courses through me, I use the extra impetus to clench your hard cock, still nestled inside me. A few good squeeze later I get you off and you stop your restricted humping. 

     Lying there with you, I feel just as confused as I was before I took you. It is still too early in the relationship for me to decide. We are good together, both bed and otherwise. You are good. But I still need more time to get the hang of this, us. I'll meet your demand for trust, only if it is reciprocated. Because this is my life and I have every reason to be strong.