"I wish you'd take control more," he'd said one night. "It'd be so sexy, and you'd be great at it, I can tell." This was all post-coital. We'd both had intense orgasms, as ever, and were lying in each others arms letting our breathing return to normal.
"We seem to do ok!" I smiled.
"Absolutely..." he whispered as he dropped off to sleep.
A few days later I'd had an idea.
"If he wants me in control," I thought to myself, "then he can have it!"
The following morning I got out of bed early. I'd already noticed that he was particularly aroused this morning.
Mornings were his usual time for rock hard erections, and we usually had sex before breakfast. This morning, a Saturday, would be no different from that point of view!
I went into the kitchen and made some coffee, clattering mugs and spoons as I did so. I heard him stir and went and stood in the doorway of the bedroom.
"Morning."
"Morning babes" he muttered. His cock formed an impressive bulge beneath the duvet, and I felt an appreciative tingle between my legs.
"Steady on!" I said to myself. "We haven't even started yet!"
I walked towards him and pulled the duvet away from his body. We both slept naked when we were together and he shivered a little in the sudden coolness of the air.
"What are you up to?" he asked, with an amused smile and a look of anticipation in his eyes.
"Taking control," I answered, in a matter-of-fact tone. I noticed his cock jerk a little. I smirked. "Lie still."
I reached into the drawer in the bedside unit and pulled out some strips of silk. I knelt next him on the bed.
"Spread out for me." I ordered. He eagerly did as he was told.
I tied each ankle and wrist to the bed gently, but securely. I still had one strip left.
"What's that one for then?" he enquired. "You'll see!"
His cock was already close to full hardness as I lay down between his legs. I looked up at him past his cock. He was looking down at me as best he could to see what my next move would be.
I blew softly up and down the underside of his shaft. I was close enough for the air to be warm but not close enough to make contact.
"Oh that's good!" he sighed.
I lifted my head so I could flick my tongue under his tip, fast and soft, slow and firm.