My Turn to Take Control

Dane and I had been planning this little getaway to the beach for most of the summer, but because it was the busy season at his job, we couldn’t get away until August. After being stuck in the office all day long, talking about our vacation helped him relax. We were both looking forward to it.

When the day finally came, we headed off to this wonderful little beach house that we had borrowed from some friends. Yes, it was a six-hour drive away, but it was going to be well worth it. Dane was excited just knowing he’d have me all to himself at this secluded little haven, but he had no idea that I had been planning a little surprise for him.

While we were still planning our vacation, late at night I was watching videos and reading stories to get inspired. I was normally pretty shy, but he was always begging me to take the lead, to get a little crazy, and to take control of him. It was so out of my element, but reading those stories and watching the videos got me really excited and I worked on my idea. Every night, while he slept, I’d visualize all the things I was going to do. After ten or fifteen minutes of that, it was all I could do not to wake him up.

We took a quick little tour when we got to the cottage — I was pleased to see the four-poster bed that our friend had promised! — and then changed into our bathing suits so we could go and relax on the private beach just down the hill. I could feel his eyes wandering over my body as I changed, so I took a little longer than usual and let my hands slide over my full breasts to tease him just a little.

At the beach we swam and then lay in the sun. As we relaxed and talked, his hands rubbed oil into my body and woke up all the desire that had been building over the past weeks. I knew he didn’t know what I had planned, but the air was thick with anticipation. I could hardly wait to get him where he wanted to be.

After we’d had dinner and a few drinks, I said, “I think it’s time for bed.”

“Yes, it’s been a long day,” he said. “You must be tired.”

“Not at all.”

I pulled him to his feet, and he willingly followed.

Upstairs, we started kissing. He moved to bring his hand to my breast, barely covered by the bikini top I wore, and was surprised when I stopped him.

I shook my head.

“You first,” I said. I began to undress him. First, his shirt came off to reveal his beautiful lean muscles. I took a few moments to kiss his chest, his nipples, and the curve of his chin — that always drove him wild. When he started to reach for me again, I pulled away and began to work on his shorts. Slowly, I pulled them down to his knees, then his ankles. As he stepped out of them, his shaft was already starting to grow and reached out for attention. I casually ignored it and stood up to push him onto the bed.

“Lay down.”

He did as I asked. Then, from one of the bags I’d brought with me, I pulled out a blindfold. I’d picked this up earlier in the week. It was simple and made of soft, black leather. His eyes widened, but he didn’t stop me when I slipped it over his head. Then came the silk scarves that I had already prepared. They were already looped and knotted at one end for his wrists, so that I only had to tie them to the bedposts. I did so quickly and before he knew it he was bound securely. I was glad I had looked up those sites on knot tying on the internet.

“Angela, what’s gotten into you?”

He tried to sound shocked, but the pleasure in his voice couldn’t be masked.

“I’m going to have a shower now.” I began to walk away.

“What about me?”

“You’ll be fine. Your patience will be rewarded.”

And then I left him there with his cock at half-mast and his brain churning a mile a minute. In the shower, I took my time. I shaved all my girly parts, then dried off and applied the lavender scented lotion we both loved. As my fingers massaged the lotion into my skin, I imagined how it would feel against his sun-heated body. Back in the room, I didn’t go to him immediately but took some time to light some candles — I’d found some that had a great cinnamon scent — and put some soft music on.

When I came back to him, his body was squirming. He knew I was there, but he had no idea what was going to come next. As I slowly began to touch his body, letting my fingers caress all the spots I knew drove him wild, he moaned.

“Angela…” he began.

“Shhh. This is my show. Let me do whatever I like and you’ll be a very happy man in the end.”

I didn’t hear another word from him for a long while. Not when my tongue traced a path from his ankles up to his thighs. Not when my lips came tantalizingly close to that ever hardening member. Not when I lowered my body over his and let the nipples of my breasts skim the surface of his skin. He sighed, moaned, and almost whimpered, but not a word came out of his mouth.

I continued to tease him with my nipples until they reached his lips. As I rubbed them over his mouth, I said, “Suck my love.” And he did. Gently and lovingly, he used his tongue to flicker over my hard points just the way he knew I loved. I moved the other nipple to his mouth, and he continued with the same treatment.

By this time my clit was throbbing, and my lips were drenched in my excitement. As nervous as I’d been a month ago about going through with this, once I started it seemed completely natural. As I let him continue suckling at my breasts, I began to rub my wetness over his fully erect manhood. I wasn’t ready to take him inside me yet — I knew that would make things go too fast — but I wanted to feel his excitement and I wanted him to know I felt the same. I wound my hips in small circles and then up and down the length of his shaft so that he could feel exactly how aroused I was. I soon drenched him in my juices.

I played with him for a long time like this. A couple times I let the head slip just inside me and teased it and then took it away. He was going crazy on the bed, raising his hips, thrashing his head back and forth and fighting with every ounce of control he had not to speak.

Finally, I said, “Dane, talk to me now. Do you want to see me as I make love to you?”

“Yes, Angela. Please…”

When I removed the blindfold, the desire and passion in his eyes spoke volumes more than his words could ever say. Despite the fact that he had freedom to say whatever he liked, he was speechless as I slid my pussy over his cock. His eyes stayed on mine as I slowly began to work my muscles over him, squeezing each time I rose, and taking him fully inside me as I sank. He soon got his hips into the rhythm and we worked in perfect syncopation. The pace stayed slow but steady.

“Please, Angela, I need to touch you,” he finally said.

With a simple pull of each scarf, he was untied, and he pulled me close to him and thrust deep inside of me. And with barely any effort at all, he turned me onto my back.

He placed my ankles over his shoulders, and his hands began to caress me. My face first, then my collarbone, then my breasts. His touch was filled with love; it was tender and passionate at the same time. He moved with deliberateness, pushing himself just deep enough to be exciting but making sure that it wasn’t too rough. Then one of his hands moved to my hardened nub and began to circle it. Immediately, I felt my arousal rise and my desire grew until I could hold back no longer.

I began taking him deeper, raising my body to his, and muttering his name.

“Dane, Dane, yes…”

As my muscles convulsed around his cock, I felt it twitch and I just came harder. It kept going and going, and my body shuddered beneath his ministrations. I finally began to calm down and then he allowed himself to come as well, and pulled my body close to him. With each spurt of release, he pulled me closer and whispered my name like a mantra of his devotion.

We lay together in silence for a moment.

“Thank you,” he finally said. “Thank you, Angela.”
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