Unexpected Top(26)

“You know what the cock ring’s for, right?” He nodded and she grinned. “This one will not only keep you harder longer, but from what I read you won’t be able to have an orgasm until it comes off. And considering you’re handcuffed to the bed, you won’t be coming until and unless I decide you should.”

He groaned and could swear his cock swelled in her tight, hot pussy.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” She flicked his nipples and a strangled cry worked its way past his gag. “You like knowing I can do anything I want.”

Len nodded. He was beyond the point of caring if he looked like an idiot. The cum in his balls felt as if it was approaching the boiling point and he was worried that, cock ring or no, he was about two seconds from shattering into a million pieces. Not knowing how Cissy would react if he came before she gave her say-so ratcheted up his arousal even more.

He couldn’t believe the freedom that accepting this part of his sexuality was providing him. Sure, he’d always loved sex with Cissy, but this was a whole other dimension, one he wasn’t even sure he’d survive, but who the hell cared? Now he knew what people meant when they said sex was mind-blowing. Len couldn’t have recited his own street address if pressed right now.

Cissy kept him on the edge for long minutes as he drooled and moaned around his gag. If his balls got any tighter to his body they’d disappear inside altogether, but he’d never felt so alive. He would do anything to feel like this again and wondered if he would feel this sort of heady, spacy feeling if she hadn’t spanked him or made him take the plug. No doubt he’d need to take some time alone to go back through everything that had happened in the past few hours. Right now he couldn’t wrap his brain around anything.

She drew up and then reached down and unsnapped the cock ring before slamming onto his cock again. Len screamed and saw stars as jet after jet of cum pulsed out of his dick. His back was bowed and he nearly threw Cissy off as he continued to buck through his orgasm. The cuffs, despite their soft lining, were biting into his wrists, but he didn’t give a damn. This was the best orgasm he’d ever had.

When he came back down, his wrists were free and Cissy was working the ball gag out of his mouth. He’d bitten down on it during his orgasm and now as it left his mouth his jaw cracked. Surely that would be sore in the morning too. Then Cissy slowly removed the plug and took everything into the bathroom.

“Sleep, baby,” she crooned, and he obeyed, his eyelids drooping and his forever-changed world going black.

* * * * *



Cissy stared at herself in the bathroom mirror while Len slept in the bedroom behind her. She could hardly believe everything she’d done and everything that had happened. At times recently Cissy had really believed her marriage was over. But where did they go from here? Yes, Len had confessed he liked being controlled, but how far did that extend? Honestly, she had no clue how far she wanted it to extend. Being in total control sounded exhausting and she was pretty sure Len wouldn’t want that either. If she could just get him to help out around the house, start being more considerate and respectful of her and break his habit of swearing she’d be a happy girl.

She turned on the water and stepped into the shower, thinking about how Len had come to her, asking for a spanking. They still needed to talk about that, but she had to admit it was satisfying on some level to see him willingly offer to duplicate some of the pain she’d been through with his benign neglect and laziness.

Cissy knew she wasn’t a Domme or even all that dominant in general. She didn’t want Len to call her Mistress or kneel for her or otherwise subjugate himself, and she didn’t want to have to spank or otherwise discipline Len all the time. It wasn’t so much the actual act of spanking him that bothered her, though that was weird as all get-out too.

It was more that she didn’t want to be responsible for that much. Len was an adult, and while she was willing to put forth some rules she’d like him to follow, if she had to constantly discipline him it would get old, no matter how much it turned her on to take him in hand.

Stepping out of the shower, she towel-dried her hair, grateful it was short enough she didn’t have to blow it dry every time she showered, and went to check on Len. He was on his stomach, dead to the world. Her stomach grumbled and she realized it was well past dinnertime. After throwing on a short robe, Cissy went downstairs to investigate dinner options. A few moments later a sleepy Len lumbered into the kitchen with a hitch in his step.

“I, um, I put more stuff on my ass. I hope that’s okay.”