Unexpected Top(4)
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She was still going through the links and other associated material on that website when Len came home again. Glancing at the clock, she was shocked to see it was almost seven. She’d spent almost five hours online.
He stood in the doorway to their bedroom. “You didn’t make dinner?”
Feeling her blood pressure rise, Cissy said, “Why do you assume I’d make dinner? I didn’t even know where you went or if you were coming home.” She didn’t want to fight with Len tonight, but these assumptions he made about her taking care of the house were wearing on her. They both worked full-time jobs. Why should she be responsible for the majority of the housework too? Cissy made a note to include chores in her list of rules if Len ever agreed to let her take him in hand.
“I told you I was going to the bar with Dave to watch the game, and now it’s dinnertime, so I’m home. Aren’t you hungry?”
Cissy tamped down her annoyance. “Let’s go see what’s in the fridge.”
Len followed her into the kitchen and after viewing the contents of the refrigerator, Cissy decided to have leftovers, which of course Len wasn’t happy about. He hated leftovers. With dinner finished, Len retreated to the living room, leaving the dishes undone. Cissy knew Len was by far not the only man who behaved like this, and she hated harping on him like a shrew. But if she wanted to attempt taking control in the bedroom tonight like the website had suggested, she needed to keep her wits about her, so she did the dishes without complaint and then went into the bedroom to plan.
Knowing Len, if she offered to get on top he’d willingly let her. After all, it was less work for him and he still got off. She was planning to hide the cuffs underneath the pillow, fastening them to the headboard ahead of time to make things easier. When he was all worked up she’d ask if she could cuff him and play. Satisfied with her plan, she got everything ready and then went back to the living room.
“Hon?” Len looked up from the television, the pinched lines of his face betraying clear irritation at the interruption and she nearly lost her nerve.
I can do this. I have to do this.
“Do you think maybe you’d be interested in, you know…” She gestured vaguely toward the stairs.
Stop being such a pansy and just tell him what you want. Do you expect him to respect you enough to control him if you act like this?
Len’s brow furrowed. “What?”
Cissy walked closer and reached out a hand. “I want you.”
“Oh. OH.” He rose with a grin, clicking the TV off as she tugged on his hand.
She walked him up to their bedroom, not letting go of him even as it seemed he wanted to yank his hand away. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed. I want to play a little.”
Despite her firm tone, he didn’t object, quickly peeling his clothes away and then scooting up on the bed before lying on his back. She turned down the lights, both so her imperfect body wasn’t glowing in the harsh overhead lights and because she didn’t want Len to have an exact idea of what she was doing when she pulled out the cuffs.
Starting at his neck, she kissed, licked and sucked her way down his body. Len laced his hands behind his head as if he were some sheik expecting to be serviced, and while that normally would’ve annoyed her, at the moment it played into her hand perfectly. Cissy flicked his nipples with the tip of her tongue before moving lower, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along his abdomen.
Len’s cock was already hard. Reaching down, she grasped it and stroked from root to tip. He jerked with a hiss and Cissy had to school her expression as a Cheshire smile threatened to break free. God, men were so easy to figure out in bed. She scooted down farther and took him into her mouth, licking and sucking in turn, and as usual, Len grabbed her hair, guiding her.
When she got him all worked up and knew he was pretty close to coming, she pulled off and straddled him. “I want to play some more. Would you let me use the cuffs so I can have my way with you?” She smiled and tried to look non-threatening and playful.
Len’s expression darkened and Cissy held her breath. “Why do you need to cuff me to do that?”
Cissy shrugged, hoping the action looked as casual as she wanted it to. “I thought it might be fun to just pleasure you without you having to worry about reciprocating.”
He grinned and she knew she had him. “When you put it that way…” Before he could change his mind, she reached under the pillow and pulled out the cuffs. “Feeling pretty sure of yourself, huh?”
She smiled again. “Hopeful.”
Len allowed her to snap his wrists into the cuffs with not even a whisper of protest. Then, since he couldn’t stop her, she grabbed the blindfold and secured that around his eyes as well.