Mel came home from work. She noticed for the fifth week in a row that Donnie hadn't fixed the door to the outside shed. Cats had gotten into the building! It raised an ire towards him that started in her gut. She stewed about it as she changed into her workout clothes. But then she remembered a recent conversation with Donnie and online resources they had looked at together. She has passed up a couple of opportunities to use feelings like this since then. But now, it was time she took control.
While running her three miles on the treadmill, she planned it out. Recalling suggestions from the websites, she thought of a couple "special" personal things. These could be added into the little game they were about to play. The excitement of the events she was planning pushed her to a quicker pace than normal on the exercise machine.
Donnie worked later than she did, so he was just getting to the gym as she left. She mustered up an authentic scowl, one from the days when she used to really get angry with him and his irresponsibility. He had had a particularly good day, so the look and her silence didn't throw him back much. He went to do his weights and then a slow jog.
When Mel got home, she stayed in her workout clothes and gathered things for her ideas. Mel swiftly found all sorts of items and, most importantly, kept the angst over the broken door in her gut. This was something she thought was vital. She stayed upset so she could pull this off. Soon she was ready. She moved downstairs to sit in the living room and wait.
"See you at the course tomorrow morning," Donnie said, waving at his golf partner. They had a best-ball tournament early the next morning and they'd been playing so well. He skipped off to his car and headed home. He only remembered the look Mel shot at him earlier just before heading up the driveway.
"Can you explain something to me?" Mel asked as he walked in the door. Her tone was somewhat familiar but more intense than he'd heard in a while. "Why can't you fix that flippin' garage? There're only a few things that bother me more than cat and squirrel shit everywhere."
His good mood buffered the gut response that would have started a fight. It got Donnie thinking about those "other" conversations they'd finally had. Maybe this was part of what they had talked about. At the same time, he had screwed this up pretty good so her tone was warranted.
Mel got up and walked toward Donnie as he stood somewhat dumbfounded as to what to do. Behind her piercing eyes, she contemplated her next move. Her first statement she'd calculated and rehearsed. The rest after that had no rules for engagement.
"You're mine," she whispered coldly into his ear. She was holding onto her anger. They had agreed they'd say this when one wanted to take control. In their talk, Donnie had imagined himself getting aroused at this statement. But in this moment of true anger he felt from her, he didn't immediately get aroused.
Mel reached around and grabbed his hand. She yanked it behind him and up his back. Her other hand was on his shoulder as she marched him to the stairs and up. She was pulling and pushing just enough to establish her intent and her dominance. Directing him into their room, she ordered him to shut the door. When he had, she commanded him to sit on the bed.
Now Donnie started getting aroused. His penis pressed upwards and he wiggled for comfort. That motion set Mel into action. She leaped at him. With moderate force, her hands landed on his chest and pushed him backward. His torso bounced on the bed as she scaled his body quickly. In only a moment, her hips were on his chest, her knees on his arms.
He knew he could bounce her off and have it the opposite way in a second. But she was forceful and he liked it. He struggled some, though not enough to get free. She kept her purchase and began to pull her shirt up over her head then flung it onto the floor. She posed over Donnie, chest out and high. Her breasts were pushed up by her bra. His hands wanted to reach up, but Mel's weight was planted on his wrists.
Mel felt an arm start to slide to the side. He was trying to use the softness of the mattress to get his right hand free and reach up. She reached down, stopped it cold, and pushed it back under her knees. "No touching until I say so."
She bounced up and posed again, regaining her dominance. Her hands were cupping the underside of her sports bra and sliding it off her breasts. Off it went, went over her head and onto the pile in the floor.
Devilishly, she smiled and rolled her nipples in her fingers. Mel was enjoying her body and all Donnie could do was watch. She slid forward and pressed her crotch to his face. The workout scent of her body filled the air. The yoga pant material was all that separated his mouth from her area.
She ground hard, her ankles still pressing his hands. Donnie struggled for air at times. He had to move his face to find pockets of air between her thighs. Mel took full advantage of the power exchange. She forced his chin, mouth, and nose to burrow into her warmth and stimulate her. She moaned, her hands still playing with her exposed breasts. This went on longer than when naked together. It seemed she was losing track of Donnie a little in her self-pleasure.
Suddenly, she freed Donnie's hands. Almost in reflex, he grabbed her ass and squeezed tight. Mel hopped off the bed.
"Stay there!" she commanded, as he began to sit up. "You're mine, remember?"
Keeping his gaze, she pointed for him to lay down. She reached blindly, fumbling over the pile of things she had found. Soon, her fingers felt the softness of one of his ties and then another. She sidled over to him, and his face turned to watch her wrap the tie around his wrist three times. Then, lacing the ends through the headboard, she made the knot on the other side. Soon, his arms were restricted over his head.
The wetness from Donnie's erect cock was visible through his shorts. Mel hopped back onto the bed and hovered over his legs. She reached up to the elastic and scraped it down over his hardness. His cock sprang forward, sending a droplet of clear fluid onto his thigh.
She moved over him, dropping the shorts. Then she very delicately extended her tongue, collecting his fluid. She barely touched his skin. She repeated this action to get it all as he sighed deeply. Then she pressed her lips together and to her tongue, glossing them with the clear liquid.
Mel ran her breasts over his bare legs, her face even with his erect shaft. She gently began to blow air under his cock and balls from about two inches away. He squirmed and tried to wrap his legs around her head to pull her towards him. Her cheek pressed against his hard member. Now she got really angry.
She got out of his legs, threw them to the side, and jumped off the bed. She grabbed a sweatshirt left lying around from the day before and slipped it on. Then she raced downstairs.
We've never restrained each other, but I think both of us would enjoy this type of play. I don't see us ever going 50 Shades with toys and ties, but some household items can be fun, I bet.
He waited a few minutes before he began to call her name. When she finally came upstairs, Donnie had one hand free and was working on the other.
"Lay back down. You're mine," Mel said coldly and they resumed.
Mel tied Donnie's free hand back to the headboard. He had gotten it free in only 15 minutes, but she had a backup plan. Even though they didn't have real handcuffs, she'd found a chain and an old bike lock. She left no slack as she locked him in, but the smooth metal didn't dig. After locking him in, she placing the key on the bedside table.
"If you take control again, you're like this all night and you may have to miss you best ball tomorrow," she said with a smug smile. "But maybe you would like that."
Donnie nodded, his deflated cock now becoming erect again as she slid off her sweatshirt, leaving them both half-naked again (she upper, he lower). Then Mel stood at the end of the bed contemplating her next move, Donnie's eyes glued on her awaiting her next action. She looked at the pile of things she'd gathered earlier and reached for the scissors.
"You'd better be good," she giggled and crawled up his body. Her breasts tracing against his legs brought a shudder from him. They dangled over and around his cock, her warm flesh pressing on him before she rose up over him. She used the scissors to cut the running shirt from his torso and arms, leaving his skin now totally exposed.
Since I've always been the lead actor in the bedroom, this whole scene would be extreme, relative to the current reality. It could be the gateway to more dominating BDSM activities.
Still in her yoga pants, she pressed down on top of his cock, The move pushed it forward uncomfortably but gave maximum pressure to her special spot still bound by fabric. Mel closed her eyes. Again she rode him with her chest held high, bouncing on his stimulation, finding her spot.
"Ohhhh," they both breathed out, one a sigh of pleasure, the other a groan laced by a touch of pain. The pants kept their flesh separate but the push against her clit as she expertly ground her hips back and forth was an amazing sensation for her. She leaned over to dangle her breasts down, teasing his face and mouth while she rode him.
Donnie gasped as she released his cock and sprang away. Then she turned and bent over, shimmying her yoga pants down. She stepped out of them keeping her hands low and remaining bent over. Scooting over to the bedside, she rested her ass on the edge. He turned to it, hoping to taste her but being sure not to appear too eager.
