Unexpected Top(5)

“I’ve never done this before,” he told her, his voice thin and reedy. Cissy wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or excitement.

“You just let me take care of you.”

Much as she wanted to roll him over and burn his ass for the way he was behaving lately, she knew she had to go extremely slow for this idea to work. He had to trust her enough to give up control in the bedroom, and then they could move on to other things. The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced it was the only way to save their marriage. Hopefully Len would respect her more, and she’d at least feel appreciated and noticed. They would both get what they needed, in and out of the bedroom. The thought ratcheted up her arousal another notch.

Len moaned as she licked up the shaft of his cock, but she didn’t take him into her mouth again, instead bypassing the now-leaking head entirely to focus on his balls. She moved his legs this way and that as she pleased on purpose to assert her control, but he complied without comment each time, probably just grateful she was actually lavishing attention on his full sacs, since it wasn’t a favorite activity of hers. Finally, after several minutes, she pulled away completely.

“Where are you going?” He sounded panicked and it was hard not to snicker.

“Not far.” Reaching into her nightstand, she withdrew her vibrator and turned it on. After briefly touching it to his balls and eliciting another hiss, she kneeled over him and fucked herself with it.

“What’re you doing?” His tone belied his rising frustration level. “Take the blindfold off so I can see.”

“Not right now.” Pulling out the vibe and hearing the sound it made as it left her soaked pussy, she ran it up one side of his cock and down the other before reinserting it into her body.

Working it in and out faster and faster, Cissy couldn’t hold in a long groan. “Shit, are you fucking yourself with that thing? I’ll fuck you,” Len growled.

Removing it once again and touching the head of his cock, making it slap against his stomach, she said, “Say please.”

Len snarled and Cissy had to concentrate not to laugh. Through clenched teeth he managed to bite it out. “Please.”

She lined up his dick with her passage and plunged down until he was balls-deep inside her. Her pussy clamped down on him and with a roar, she felt him come inside her. Cissy found her own release taking over, plunging her into a maelstrom of sensation unlike anything she’d felt before. It was long moments before she could think enough to climb off him.

As Len came down from his own orgasm, she ripped off the blindfold, wanting to see his eyes. Len could never lie to her and she wanted to know how he felt about what had happened. She stared at him and saw lust mixed with genuine surprise. Thankfully he wasn’t running screaming, because with this newfound knowledge of what turned her on—when Len gave her control—she wasn’t sure she could go back to the “old” way they’d been having sex.

Cissy uncuffed him and he rolled onto his side. “Holy shit, baby, you killed me.”

With as much nonchalance as she could muster, she answered, “It looked like you were into not having control.”

He wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Maybe.”

Good enough for me.

With a little smack to his ass that she just couldn’t resist, she said, “I’m gonna go take a shower.” He grunted, whether from the blow or the lingering effects of his orgasm she didn’t know, and Cissy walked into the bathroom, thinking how different the end of this night was than the previous night. As she stood under the hot spray, she thought about the encounter and what she should do now. Cissy knew some of the women used sex as a reward and decided to go that route.

When she came back into the bedroom, Len was propped up, flipping through channels on the small television on his dresser. Without taking his eyes from the screen, he asked, “Feel better?”

“Yes, much. I’d like to talk to you about something. Can you put the remote down?” He lowered it to his lap. “I think we should discuss some things, like how you don’t help around the house enough.” She put up her hand when he started to argue. “I’ve come up with a solution I think you’ll like.”

“Okay…” His voice betrayed his suspicions, and she plowed on, not wanting to give him too much time to think.

“I’m going to make a list of chores, and attach rewards to them. If you do the chore to my satisfaction,” Len made a face, which she ignored, “you’ll get the reward.”

“What if I don’t do it?”

“No reward. Pretty simple.”