Dominance

This is a first attempt at gay/lesbian erotica. If you are not interested in man on man, or if this subject causes you distress, do not read further. If you choose to continue to the end, please take a moment to R&R. I would very much like your honest opinions, good and bad....catty






"No!" I'm screaming inside, desperate to get away from him, but it can't be done. He's too powerful. My body betrays me by showing enthusiasm for him. I am long, hard and wet, ready for passion.

One long finger touches my nipple and I shudder. His impeccable manicure, exquisitely soft hands and sinfully sexy voice implore me in a most physical way. The finger traces the dark circle of the nipple then suddenly he pinches it firmly, painfully, and I "Ohhhhh!" shudder again. He says not one word, his silence a criticism of my vocalization. He is angry with me I think. He likes the silences, the long pause is as foreplay to him, my tender outburst as cold as a chill wind; he glares at me while he continues to play with me.

His lips curve into a smile and his eyes look at my body with the glint of possessive ownership. He leans down and gently laves my nipple with his tongue and it's circling lazily, his lips closing around the bud of my nipple erection, teeth grazing the sensitive skin and sending anticipatory ripples into my belly. It is not because I allow it, but because he knows he can take what he wants. I am weak, submissive, in love with his imperiously demanding nature. I am in lust.

He stands naked before me, as I am naked before him but he is beautiful and perfect while I am scarred from within and without. His erection is fully extended his nine inches and he is deliciously thick, almost too big around for me, but the pain is so sweet, so...agonizingly desired by me that I want to taste him, be controlled by him, love him, consume him. My desire is a physical hunger, an insatiable need, a craven wantonness which only he can fulfill and which I can only barely endure.

My own erection stands at attention and he very gently wraps one warm palm around the head, indulgently massaging me, scintillating me, petting me. One finger slips underneath and he teases me, fondling my balls playfully, masterfully, triumphantly. He takes possession of me without question, demanding my response and my blood quickens at his touch. Pre-cumm moistens the tip of my manhood and he torments me with his tongue there, flicking from between petulantly pouting lips.

Finally, his perfect lips descend to mine and his tongue clashes against my tongue. We battle slowly while he masturbates me and I feel weak, like a small child. His other hand he finally places in the small of my back, pressing me tightly to his bronzed body, comforting me, reassuring me, caressing me, imprisoning me.

I submit to his dominance at last, my tongue subdued by his artistic expertise and his lips move to once again taste my nipples. He still massages my cock slowly, indulgently cosseting my fullness, languidly he strokes me with a determined masterfulness designed to unman me at his command alone and I can only obey his authority over my heart.

But tonight he does not stop at my breast, his lips trail kisses so sweetly down my abdomen, nipping lightly with perfectly white teeth at my dark skin, bewitching in his slowness. I feel myself tightening in anticipation of the unknown. His every touch, designed to bend me to his insurmountable will, each brush of his flirtatious eyelash upon my sensitive skin a savored assault on my senses. Every nuance of my reaction to his intimate onslaught a strategic pillage assailing my passionate worship of his lovemaking.

Never before has he pleasured me like this, his gentle ministrations on my penis shocking me to my core. His absolute expectation of capitulation a tribute to his dominance over me. His tongue, so hot, tantalizingly slides the length of my throbbing manhood and I fear I shall disgrace myself when suddenly he takes me in his mouth.

He sucks with a generosity of force and the potency of his tongue supremely excites me. His enthusiastic abandon inflames me, stimulates me, ensnares me and then his hands grasp my buttocks, urging me to thrust forward, which I do. My temporary position of dominance is empowering, heady, I feel captivated by the power I hold over him. I pound into his scorching hot mouth, zealous of the vigorous and unrestrained exuberance he has privileged me with, his utter masculinity at my advantage to be blatantly abused, divinely claimed and clamored after.

My fingers grasp his curled hair by the roots as I strive to drive deeper into his throat. Never have I been taken by a man like this. Never have I dreamed he would take me like this. I relish the brute use of force I exert over his charismatic tongue, he displays no aggression. Faster in and out of his throat, deeper and deeper does he pull me into him until a white, hot blindness curls up from my toes and I spasm into his mouth, his tongue still swirling around the tip at each withdrawal and his sensuous lips sucking sweetly at my cum.

I pound faster still, his strong arms pushing and pulling my hips into his face, his hot breath upon my belly escalating me to a higher plane. His greedy appetite demanding every drop be spilled into his capable mouth, his pretense of submission recedes as he holds me in place, fully engorged cock tucked avariciously in his unsatisfied throat. He continues ravenously sucking, gulping my life fluids down, imbibing on my essence, suckling from my very soul.

I hear a guttural yell and I realize it is my own voice, a primal call rent from my spirit upon my orgasm and I see that he is well pleased with me. His tapered fingers caress my buttocks and I fall to my knees as he selfishly rolls me to my stomach, his expert tongue, darting here and there, tastes the salty sweat upon my back. His finger gently probes my ass and I gasp as he inserts it fully while continuing to kiss and bite my butt cheek.

Now his hands have spread me open to his view and I prepare myself for his invasion. So many times have I been in this position and I still wonder at his fullness as he takes me. He enters me, not forcefully as is usually his nature, but gently and I am surprised. I am an open flower to him, each petal teasingly exposed to his lavish attention.

The tip of his erection is deliciously wet, preparing me for the rest of his entry and suddenly he buries himself in me. Such agony and pleasure, such pain and ecstasy! In one swift movement he has made me his again and I beg for more. His fingers gently massage my tight hole as he serenely withdraws from me.

His movements are deliberate, his strong hands grasp at my hips, rocking me forward and back, the feel of his balls slapping at my backside send delicious shock waves through me once more. His movements are calculated and unhurried, each purposeful thrust serenely relaxed and easy. His erection maintained, languid in his tranquil possession of me. We rock together slowly as his fingers gently trace my name on my back and I moan. He plays with me. His inspired and artful lovemaking begins to fuel the fire of another erection, my groin full once again with hot blood, pounding out for release.

As if he can read my mind and body better than me, he moves faster and faster, heat building as the passion of our lovemaking manifests itself in our movements. Me on my hands and knees, he buried deep inside, thickly large and stretching me to an eternal tightness. I squeeze my muscles with each deep thrust as he slaps one buttock and then another. The pain is pleasure and the pleasure is in the pain.

I feel myself becoming harder as he fucks me. We are primitive in our lovemaking and I reach down to stroke myself, keeping time with his dominating rhythm; in, out, in, out, faster, faster, harder, deeper, deeper, in, out, in, out! Our pelvic bones slamming together create delicious sounds which spur me on to further heights.

He hits me again and reaches around to pinch my erect nipples, plunging still in that frantic pulse, pinching and biting, fucking and stroking. I feel him tightening inside me and I pound myself back into him, harder, faster, gripping myself tighter, my penis red hot from my own intense ministrations.

As he explodes inside me, my own erection spews forth once again and his hands are still pulling my hips into his groin. He is sheathed inside me, fully buried to the hilt, I relish this fullness, this one moment when we are we, not he and me. I arch into his hips, I want all he can give to me, I plead for him to thrust deeply just once more and he does with such force I feel the considerable thickness of his powerful cock engulfed wholly inside of me.

"I love you," I say to him as he relaxes above me, tenderly stroking my shoulders as his release comes to a shuddering climax. His heavy panting calms me, encourages me, satisfies me, fulfills me like never before. His hard maleness quivers inside me and I tighten against his withdrawal, prolonging our joining, our mating, our passion. His pauses half way and renders me impotent when he impales himself on me once more, my muscles having relaxed and he laughs a small laugh of victory.

"I know," he says, and I am powerless again.