Cameron’s nerves always got the better of him. He’d get worked up about the strangest things, and it fell on me to help him calm down. At least, that’s how I saw it.

We were out at our favorite place for date night, and he could not sit still to save his life.

“You need to take a deep breath and try to relax,” I said, waving the waiter over.

I ordered us two gin and tonics and an appetizer while he adjusted his chair, straightened the salt and pepper shakers, shook out his napkin, and generally fussed about.

“I’m nervous,” he said.

“No kidding,” I shot back.

Cameron pressed his lips together, then sort of frowned at me.

“This interview that’s coming up. It’s nerve-wracking,” he confessed.

“Why? You go in. You tell them what you do. You razzle, you dazzle, you flash that charming smile to seal the deal, and the job is yours.”

Shaking his head, he sighed and said, “You make it sound so easy. And you would certainly do that well. But I’m a whole other kind of person.”

The waiter put down our drinks and our appetizer. Then he took our entrée orders and walked away, I looked at my fiancé and said, “Drink your drink. Relax a bit.”

He drank his drink but didn’t relax.

I ordered him a second, and by the end of our meal, I knew what I had to do.

“I ordered us dessert,” I said.

He shifted in his seat and whined, “Can’t we just go?”

Beneath the table, I put my hand on his knee and squeezed hard. Hard enough that he winced.

“I said, I ordered us dessert. You’ll sit here and eat your cake like a good boy.”

His face flushed pink, and he shifted again. But I could tell it was for an entirely different reason. My bossy demeanor had flicked a switch in him, and he was well aware of what was in store for him when we got home. He gave me a curt nod, and I swept my hand up to his crotch. His cock was as hard as a steel rod, which pleased and aroused me.

When the cake came, he dutifully picked up a fork and began to eat. 

“Good boy,” I whispered, already plotting our evening’s play in my head.

When we got home, he started undressing, while I rummaged in my closet. I emerged with a handful of neckties. We’d found them at a second-hand shop. They were vintage silk, so vibrant they’d complement an array of eye-assaulting ’70s outfits.

At the time, Cameron had said, “Who’s going to wear those? I don’t wear ties and neither do you.”

I almost teased him by telling him I’d wear them in my hair. But instead, I’d leaned over and whispered. “You’ll be wearing them, while you’re otherwise naked.”

One glance at his pants told me his dick had gone instantly hard.

I enjoyed that memory as Cameron’s nervous eyes studied me. Sitting on the bed, he wore nothing but boxer briefs, which made it quite obvious that his cock was still as hard as stone.

“You’re going to give up control and relax,” I said. “I’ll take care of you.”

I kissed him gently, but I quickly turned it rough, biting his lower lip hard enough to make him whimper.

Brushing my hand over his erection, I ordered, “Do as I say, and you’ll be rewarded. Otherwise, I’ll leave you even more jacked up than when we started. Got it?”

He nodded vigorously.

I splayed my fingers on his bare chest, feeling the thrum of his racing heart. I pushed him back and said, “Underwear off. Spread eagle.”

He dutifully obeyed, reclining and extending his arms and legs to the four corners of the mattress.

I worked quickly, affixing his wrists to the bed frame with the silk ties. I chose the longest ties for his arms and tied them off as near to the ends as I could, leaving almost a tie’s worth of slack on each limb, but he was still bound.

Next, I tied his ankles, and when I had him all trussed up the way I wanted, I stood back to study him. My pussy was wet, my nipples erect and my heart pounding.

“I think you should make it better,” I said. He looked confused and then panicky that he was confused. “For making our date night so nervous and tense.”

I crawled up the bed and straddled his prone figure as I worked my way up his body. Every few inches, I briefly sank down on him, so he could feel the wetness and heat of my aroused pussy on his bare skin.

“Put your arms down,” I said.

He lowered them, placing them as close to his sides as he could. I’d given him enough slack in his bonds for that very reason. Straddling his shoulders, I pushed my sex to his face and said, “Make it better.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice. He pushed his face against my pussy, which was already slick with excitement. He found me with his tongue and lapped at my slit. When he hit my clit in just the right way, I moaned with abandon. My helplessly happy sounds seemed to encourage him. Cameron zeroed in on my button, working feverishly to delight me. He swirled his talented tongue over my pussy, sliding along my folds and caressing my clitoris. I tugged his hair, and he hissed. I did it again, and he groaned.

The whole scene was too exciting. When I came, I pressed my crotch fully against his face for a moment, making him gasp for air. Then I slowly moved down his body. When we were face-to-face, I dragged my tongue along his juice-slickened chin, which elicited another groan from him.

His cock was beyond hard, and when I got to it, I swirled my tongue around its tip. Just to drive him mad.

“It seems you liked that,” I said. “You’ve made a good start toward making amends, but let’s deal with your cute little ass before we move on.”

A paddle was tucked in my nightstand drawer for just such occasions. I pulled it free, and his expression was an interesting mix of dread and excitement.

I rocked him to one side and delivered five fast blows to one of his bare buns. Then I let him flop onto his back. He bucked and gasped and made a lot of noise, but his cock stayed as hard as ever. I straddled his lower legs and blew on his dick. His body jerked, and I dipped my head to suck his crown into my mouth. I withdrew just as quickly as I’d descended and pulled his left hip up to swat his other ass cheek. Those blows were as fast and hard as the previous ones, and he wiggled and fought just as much.

Once more, I let his body drop to the mattress. He whimpered through closed lips and bucked his hips upward like he was fucking the air.

I straddled his pelvis and lowered my wet, hot pussy. When my slippery snatch made contact with his cock, he gasped again.

As I sank onto his rod, I warned, “Don’t you come. I’m not done with you yet.”

He flailed his arms, waving the lengths of knotted neckties, and somehow that was as hot as fuck to me. Clutching his biceps, I took all of his erection inside my pussy. I rolled my hips from side to side and enjoyed the feeling of him nestled deep inside me. His crown brushed my G-spot, which felt swollen and eager.

Cameron was the most beautiful boy when he was caught somewhere between pleasure and pain, so I reached beneath his ass and pinched him fast and hard.

He bellowed, his hips jerking upward as much as they could under my weight.

I pinched him again, and he hissed and bucked. Seeing him helpless to resist his passion made my cunt so much wetter — and made me so much hornier.

I rocked against him, encouraging his cock to hit all of the perfect places inside me. I was teetering on the edge of another climax. I hung my head, letting my long hair tickle his belly and watching his overstimulated abs gallop and jump at the sensation.

I slowed to nearly a stop and clenched my pussy around him. He moaned longingly, so I asked him, “Do you want to come, Cam? Do you want to let go, baby?”

I once more squeezed him hard with my internal muscles as I teasingly cooed, “Do you want to explode? Do you want to burst?”

“God, please. Please. Yes,” he babbled.

I moved up and down slowly, relishing every slide of him inside my wet channel. I clenched once more, feeling a fluttering rush of pleasure. I squeezed my cunt again and again. Then I leaned forward slightly, so every time I sank down, my clit brushed his body. When he drove up from beneath me in his desperation, my orgasm overwhelmed me. A loud, long cry fell from my lips, and my pussy quivered around his shaft. He was drenched with my overflowing juices.

“Do you want to come in my pussy? Or in my mouth?”

“Mouth,” he breathlessly confessed.

“You’ll behave and be calmer? You’ll relax and let go?”

He nodded eagerly as his body practically vibrated with electricity. I thought I sensed a fine tremor working through him as he hovered on the edge of a body-shaking explosion.

“Good, boy,” I said, before leaning down and kissing his nose.

I dragged my tongue down his chest and his taut belly, finding my way to his erection. I sucked his rod between my lips, making his body quake with need. I pulled back, using my hand to stroke his shaft in my mouth’s wake. I drew on him feverishly, liking the way he trembled.

Fast strokes of my hand — combined with the magic of my mouth — had Cameron coming in no time. As he jerked and blew his load, his salty release coated my tongue. I moved up to lie next to him, trailing a finger down his belly.

“Feeling relaxed?” I asked.

“More than you’ll ever know,” he sighed contentedly.