The sunlight gently creeps through the window in the early morning. The room is silent, all but for the gyrations of Angelina, sitting on the lap of her lover, Alex. Both of them drunk, Angelina is moaning and panting, rocking back in the chair, her hands on top of Alex's on top of her breasts, trying to grind her clit into his hips, despite having her back to him; she vainly ended up trying to fuck the air around her.
I hadn't seen her in three years. Three fuckin' years. She was like a drug. I tasted her, briefly, three years ago; but of course, it was all under her control. I never had the balls to just take control. Just take her like I always wanted. So after three years, this little bitch was mine. And I have her now. Just gotta keep her going. Keep my hands roaming. Let her lose control. Make her think she had no choice. Make her think that this was all her doing, that she's the one in charge. That's how she likes it anyway.
"Yeah, that's it. Just relax. It's ok, Angie, baby. Just let yourself go."
"A-Alex..oh, God...don't stop. Mmmm, yeah. Oh! God. I love you. Oh, baby."
"Keep breathing, you're fighting the feeling. Don't hold your breath. Let your body take over."
"Oh god, I...oh...mmm, mmm, mmm...mmm! Alex!"
Hell, I don't even have to touch below her waist to get her going like this. Those nice, big, tits of hers are definitely sensitive enough. And luckily for me, the little bitch's only got her sopping, wet panties left. Ain't gonna take much effort to make her cum now. But I'll move as fast as I damn well please. This time, I'm runnin' the fuckin' show.
Angelina's hand trembles on top of Alex's, slowly inching down to her trembling pussy. Panting, she desperately tries to push down on his hand, trying to mash his fingers into her clit. She would have just gotten herself off if she really wanted to, just slip down her panties, start fucking her fingers right then and there, to hell if he came; but sitting in his lap, completely at his mercy and control, whether or not she would cum was entirely up to him.
This wasn't her ideal fantasy. She swore never to be subservient ever since those beginning times, when others raped her; now, she loved the feeling of power, of controlling a sexual encounter. But even more than she loved control, she loved the feeling of pleasure that such acts brought her. She learned to love the freedom of embracing her femininity and touching her body when, and as often -- quite often, as a matter of fact -- as she chose, but the wisdom of the Goddess had taught her to let go of her desire for control, from time to time. For now, she would give in to his domination, for the sake of both their pleasures. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, ever, so she didn't have to guard herself. She would let go of the control, allow him to make her cum, because she could. Because she knew that he wanted her to.
"Oh baby, please, please, touch me! I want it, I want it now! Oh, god, I wanna cum!"
"Not yet baby. Not yet. Take it slow, breathe slowly. Ready? I'm gonna touch your clit now. Slowly. Don't move a muscle. You move too quickly and you're gonna cum. I don't want you to cum yet."
