"Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey?" asks your mother.
We're sitting on the porch, the three of us. I'm meeting your mother for the first time. Of course she has no idea that you, her son, is a Sadomasochist. That me, your girlfriend is finding it hard to sit in certain positions because of the beating I'd taken (joyfully) two days before. And how the D/s dynamic between us has begun to evolve as we've both discovered our needs include switching roles from time to time.
"No." I say," I have t read it. Is it good?"
I don't really care about her answer, because I already know the book is something I'm not interested in.
But it gets my mind wandering.
It gets me thinking.
Thinking about what transpired between you, me and your sweet asshole and cock a few hours earlier.
It's hard to get the smell of sex off your hands.
I'm not normally a higher, but it seemed more appropriate than shaking hands with your mom, considering.
I idly bring my fingers to my mouth. I can smell you - musk. Sweetness. Come. Desperation.
In addition to the scent of you, my lover, my hands have that expansive feeling they get when they've been wet a while. Like after a shower or bath.
That expansive feeling isn't from the shower. My hands are soft from come, lube and being inside your ass.
It's wet in there. It's warm and tight.
My tongue, fingers and hands can't get enough of you. After that first gentle probing, you began to open to me. Your ass opens like a cunt; greedy for more.
All I had to do was touch you gently - stroke the crack of your ass with my fingers. Gentle, flirtatious.
You stiffened. You caught your breath. When your breathing resumed, it was rough, jagged - as if you were sobbing.
You weren't sobbing. Not yet.
I knew I could take you. The sense of power was overwhelming. I was excited and afraid. Afraid that I would not be able to control my newly discovered desire.
I'm not one to deny myself.
I'm a greedy whore.
I looked at you with that half-smile/half-smirk you have learned to fear and said,"get on all fours."
You complied. So easy!
You were nude, quadruped on the bed, your ass facing me.
I tapped your thighs to indicate that you should spread your legs wider for me.
You we're so obedient!
"Like this." I said, I pressing down hard on your sacrum, forcing you to arch your back and stick that gorgeous ass in the air.
"I want to see what I'm working with."
In that position, it only took a slight motion of my fingers to open you, exposing your asshole.
You whined. I wanted to hit you hard, but instead I flicked your asshole with my finger. You jumped.
I liked it.
I pressed my face into your ass, tasting you. You have such a lovely taste: musky, sweet yet bitter.
I licked, nipped and sucked. I felt you relax and push yourself into me.
You were on all fours like the dog you are, grinding your ass into my face, wanting.
You hadn't touched yourself at all, yet your cock was rock hard. Pre cum already forming at the tip like sex-dew.
I roughly pushed you away, and instead of my tongue, you felt my index finger pushing rudely against your wet opening.
You stiffened. What was once open and wanting was now closed, afraid.
As much as I enjoyed giving you pleasure, I knew I would enjoy giving you pain a hundred times over.
I am a greedy one. And I like this feeling of control. Much different with pain than pleasure-giving.