She was beautiful in a cold, commanding way. She held a riding crop in one hand, which I eyed with suspicion, but she promised me it was just for show. She might run it over my body for sensory stimulation only. No pain would be involved unless I failed to comply, then the brief smack with it was only a reminder that I was to comply.
Our scene took place in the corner of the dungeon near some leather-covered benches, next to the sex swing. A few people watched as Lara restrained my wrists and pulled them behind my back. She eyed me up and down while I waited, my pulse racing, for what was to happen next.
"You know, when I found you again, I wished that you were a submissive, but you're not. However," she said and ran her riding crop over my shoulder and down my abs to my crotch. "You're going to have to let go of all your need for domination when you're with me. Do what I say or expect a smack with this."
"I'll try," I said.
"Try isn't good enough, Drake. Obey. It's simple."
"What if I don't like what you tell me to do?"
"You'll like it."
I took in a deep breath and tried to let go of my preference to take the lead in sex. She circled me as I stood there, waiting, and examined my body. While she did, she used her riding crop to trace my muscles, down my spine to my ass, up along the backs of my thighs to my butt, and then around my groin again, between them and up under my balls.
The leer in her eyes was starting to get to me. What would she do? What would she make me do?
I expected that I would service her in some way, but would I play stud and fuck her, or would I perform oral sex and make her orgasm?
My breath quickened when she ran her bare hands down my back, one finger trailing down my spine once more to the top of my leather pants. She stood behind me and as she was as tall as me with her boots on, she was able to kiss my neck from behind, her hands trailing around my waist to stroke my belly, tracing the line of hair from my navel down below the waistband of my leather pants, her fingers dipping below to my pubes without actually touching my dick.
When she bit the muscle on my shoulder gently, then licked the skin beneath my ear, I started to respond.
I didn’t mind this. She was deliberately trying to arouse me.
Her hands massaged me through my leather pants as she pressed her breasts against my back.
"You're so big, Drake," she whispered in my ear. "I used to fantasize about sitting on you and fucking myself with your Nice. Fat. Cock."
I grew thicker under her fingers, enjoying how the leather warmed and molded to my growing erection, the pleasant ache in my groin intensifying from the feel of her breath on my neck. I tilted my head back, my eyes closed, as she moved around to face me and sucked the skin on my throat.
Then, she tweaked a nipple, twisting it a bit and I grunted, frowning. "Hey," I said, stepping back. "You agreed, no pain."
"Damn," she said. "You really don’t respond to it, do you?"
I shook my head. "No."
"Oh, well," she said and sighed. "Pleasure it is, then."
Instead of twisting my nipple once more, she bent down and sucked it briefly, and the soft feel of her lips around it, the warm wetness of her tongue tugging on it, send a jolt of desire through my groin, straight to my dick, which was getting quite hard.
I closed my eyes as she sucked the other nipple, one of her hands trailing down my abs and cupping my balls through the leather.
"This isn’t very submissive, you pleasuring me," I said.
"Ut, tut, tut," she said and moved the riding crop over my lips. "Don't speak unless you're spoken to or I'll have to smack your pretty tight little ass, Drake. And when you do speak to me, address me as Mistress."
I nodded.
"Let me know you understand, Drake."
I closed my eyes. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "I understand."
For the next few moments, she did whatever she could to arouse me without actually taking my erection out and sucking me. She pulled down the straps to her leather dress and rubbed her bare breasts against my chest and back, the hard nubs of her nipples exciting me. She actually bit my butt cheeks through the leather of my pants, then licked the material over my erection, looking up at me from her knees, smiling when I gasped.
I wanted her to take my aching cock out and suck it, but I knew she wouldn’t. She wanted me hard and aroused, so she could gain my compliance.
Then, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my cock, which sprung out, heavy and thick, the tip wet with precum.
"Oh, Drake, what a pretty cock you have," she said, eyeing it. "A pretty cock on a very pretty man. I've wanted to see it for years." She gripped me and moved her hand up, her fingers sliding over the head, making me groan out loud.