With my hands cuffed behind my back, I leaned forward and took Matthew’s dick into my mouth. I slowly descended until my lips were hugging its base. Then just as slowly, I pulled upward, swirling my tongue around his sensitive cockhead. He moaned softly as I swiped away the pearly drop of pre-come perched at his slit. As I sank downward again, my tongue flicked against the underside of his shaft, making him shudder. I pulled upward once more, and on my next downward trip, I took him even deeper, swallowing his entire length. I rose and fell again and again, developing a steady rhythm that sent us both into an erotic trance.

Hearing the helpless noises Matthew was making turned me on even more than the fact that my hands were bound, and my mouth was full of dick.

I pulled back as I sat up straighter, kneeling before him with my ass resting against my bare feet. That delivered just enough pressure to reawaken the sting caused by Matthew’s hand.

Minutes earlier, he’d decided that I looked like a petulant brat who “needed to have some of the sass spanked out of her.” He swatted my bottom, then cuffed my hands and positioned me on my knees in front of him as he sat in his favorite chair. I’m not ashamed to admit that my mouth watered as I saw him reach for his zipper. Matthew stared at me as he leisurely unfastened his pants, knowing that he was teasing me and enjoying the torment he was causing by forcing me to wait to taste him.

As soon as Matthew had opened his pants, his hard cock bounced upward. I’d wanted to dive for it, to capture it with my hungry mouth, but I knew I had to wait for his word. I stayed perfectly still, on my knees, as he grasped his cock and stroked it nonchalantly. I’d kept my eyes locked on his fist, knowing that my longing was reflected in my eyes.

“Is this what you want, Hannah?” he’d asked casually, increasing the pace of his hand. I’d felt panic rising inside me as I thought: What if he decides to jerk off instead and doesn’t let me suck him?

Matthew liked to play games, but he could never be that cruel. Could he?

He soon relented, holding his cock at the base and directing it toward me.

“Blow me, Hannah,” he ordered.

Those were the words I’d been longing to hear. And seconds later, I was feeling his velvety-soft skin skid along my tongue as I swallowed his erection. The taste of his warm flesh and salty pre-come made my pussy weep.

My clit felt hot and swollen, and I wanted to squeeze my legs together to relieve some of the aching arousal that I was feeling, but that would have totally thrown off my balance. Unfortunately, I had to spread my thighs wide in order to keep from tumbling forward, and the feeling of the cool air grazing my wet slit made me moan around Matthew’s cock. He must have liked the sensation of those vibrations teasing his shaft because he grabbed the sides of my head, holding me in place for a moment. I hummed happily, wriggling my tongue against the underside of his dick, while Matthew gasped and groaned. He eventually loosened his grip, keeping his fingers tangled in my hair as my head bobbed once more.

From the tension in Matthew’s body and the look on his flushed face, I knew he was approaching his limit. I increased the pace of my efforts. Even though we’d been dating for months, he’d yet to come in my mouth. It was as if he felt the need to always exert control and seemed unwilling to let loose in that way, tearing my mouth off his cock when he was seconds from orgasm — and this time was no different.

My lips sensed the telltale twitch of Matthew’s cock — a little jump that signaled his release was near. That’s when he grabbed my hair and ripped my mouth off his rod, leaving it shiny, wet and as hard as ever. I looked up at him, with the slightly bitter taste of his pre-come lingering in the back of my throat. He was already kicking off his shoes and stripping off his pants. My momentary disappointment at not being able to taste his load was replaced by sheer ecstasy as he got on the floor, embraced me from behind and speared my cunt with his cock.

The feeling of his shaft penetrating me was so satisfying that I couldn’t help but sigh. With my hands still cuffed, I could do nothing to balance myself. Matthew had to do all the work. He encircled my torso as I leaned forward, and he rocked into me, his pelvis bouncing against the cushion of my ass cheeks as he plunged in and out of my cunt. I squeezed my pussy around his shaft, grasping him in the only way I could, just to tease him.

I guess Matthew’s right. There’s always a little sass in me. Even when I’m supposed to be bottoming, I like to assert control.

Before long, his cock was hitting all of the right spots inside me. I closed my eyes, seeing white stars bursting on the black canvas of my lids as my arousal skyrocketed. I stopped thinking about being a brat and lost myself in the sensations of getting fucked good and hard.

As I shivered orgasmically in Matthew’s arms, I felt his cock pulse and he reached his peak. Even though we were both satisfied, my mind was already spinning an entirely new scenario. One in which I’d get exactly what I’d longed for.

Matthew and I had been a couple for close to a year. We’d been introduced at a friend’s potluck dinner and hit it off. I was instantly attracted to him with his muscular frame, unruly black hair and striking blue eyes. At first glance, he looked more like a lumberjack than a contract administrator. But he saved the worn jeans and plaid shirts for weekends. On Monday morning, he’d shave the stubble off his strong jaw and tame his wavy hair before donning a pinstripe suit and designer shoes, looking like he was born for the corporate world. But once Friday came, he was eager to let loose, loving the outdoors and pulse-quickening hobbies like skydiving and mountain climbing.

Matthew’s adventurous spirit also extended to the bedroom. While we weren’t the kinkiest couple on the block, we could never be considered totally vanilla. He kept an open mind and didn’t flinch when I told him I had a thing for bondage. He immediately grabbed a fistful of neckties, bound me to his four-poster bed and ate my pussy until I begged him to fuck me, which he did quite nicely.

From that night on, I was hooked, and we’ve been having amazing sex ever since.

However, for all of the time that we’d been together, we never discussed his secret kinks, what — if any — submissive fantasies might be lurking in his mind. He’d simply taken a look at my collection of toys — vibrators, cuffs, paddles and whips — and proceeded to add them to our play whenever the situation called for some extra spice. However, each time I was on the receiving end of his skillful dominance.

I’m not complaining; after dating a few straitlaced guys who’d blanched at the sight of a rabbit vibe, I was thrilled to be with someone so nonjudgmental. But as my desire to have Matthew come in my mouth grew, I started picturing him in an entirely different role: that of being bound and helpless to resist me as I drove him crazy with my lips and tongue. I wanted to feel him shoot into my mouth and fill it with his cream, and then I’d swallow every drop. And I knew that having him in my thrall was the only way to make my dream a reality.

As the weeks passed, my daydreams grew progressively dirtier. My desire to be Matthew’s plaything was quickly becoming overshadowed by a hunger to make him submit to me. I had a feeling that deep down, I had the power to make him see the benefits of surrender.

I rushed home to our place one Friday night after work to make sure I’d have my supplies within arm’s reach. I tucked a pair of leather cuffs and chains into the side pocket of his recliner. Normally, that pouch was reserved for his multiple remote controls. But he wouldn’t need those gadgets that evening. I was going to be the one in control, and the only buttons being pushed would be his!

When Matthew came in after a long day at the office, he was slightly frazzled but seemed relieved that the week had come to an end. I was curled up on the couch, trying to look innocuous as I scrolled through social media posts on my phone.

Matthew dropped his briefcase on the floor and loosened his red silk tie as he plopped down into his chair — exactly where I wanted him. Although he could be wildly inventive in bed, in many other ways he’s a creature of habit who likes familiar routines.

“So, what’s up for tonight?” he asked, kicking off his loafers.

“Well, I thought we’d try something different,” I responded, careful not to tip my hand just yet.

“Oh, what? Like that new Vietnamese restaurant? I heard they deliver,” he said, opening the top button of his shirt.

“I was thinking about eating — but not out. I was thinking more about staying in.”

Matthew caught the sexy inflection in my voice, and he looked up to meet my gaze. His mouth quirked up in one corner in that slightly feral smile that always makes my pussy quiver.

“Tell me more,” he said, no longer fussing with his clothes and giving me his undivided attention.

“It’s probably best that I show you,” I said as I got up off the couch.

I stood before him wearing my typical work clothes of a blouse and skirt, but I’d swapped my usual flats for five-inch black patent leather heels, which made me tower over him in an imposing way. I stared into his eyes, losing myself for a moment in the bottomless pools of blue, but knowing that I was going to enjoy turning the tables on him.

He reached for me, but I shook my head.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Matthew. This time we’re doing things my way,” I announced.

He chuckled for the briefest of moments, but his laughter died in his throat when he realized I wasn’t joking. I was deadly serious, and when he accepted that fact, he seemed to lose some of his edge and grow a touch more submissive. As soon as I saw that chink in his formerly dominant armor, I grew more aggressive — and even more aroused.

“Hands on the chair,” I barked.

Matthew obeyed, clutching the armrests and looking thoroughly excited. The way he so readily took to my commands made me curious about what other secret kinks he might be harboring.

I leaned over and reached into my hiding place. My breasts were in danger of spilling out of my blouse, those creamy mounds of flesh mere inches from Matthew’s face. I peeked at him while I was rummaging around in the chair’s pocket and caught him licking his lips. I was pleased to see that he kept his hands in place and his mouth to himself.

What a good boy, I thought. However, it was too soon to give him any praise. I wanted to keep him under my thumb for as long as possible — or at least until I had a chance to secure him. He could buck and fuss as much as he wanted once I had him cuffed.

I maintained my outward aloofness, but I was buzzing inside. My stomach flip-flopped as I affixed one of the cuffs around Matthew’s wrist. I wrapped its chain under and around the recliner’s arm, silently thankful that the chair’s design allowed for such fun. I repeated the action with a second cuff and his other wrist, feeling my pussy grow more slick and wet as I clipped the chain in place. Once his wrists were bound, he tugged upward, and I enjoyed the satisfying sound of metal rattling as the cuffs held him fast.

“I’ve been picturing you like this all day,” I told Matthew wistfully. Throughout my shift at the store, while I’d been folding clothes and helping customers find their sizes, I’d been imagining Matthew in bondage. Well, that’s not totally true. Actually, I was picturing him in bondage — but without his pants.

I worked the stiff leather of his belt through its buckle, and Matthew groaned when my hands brushed the bulge that had developed underneath his charcoal-gray slacks. I took my time pulling down his zipper, dragging my hand over his draped erection. Matthew raised his hips off the cushion, seeking more contact. I allowed his movement, only because it helped me remove his pants and boxers.

Once Matthew was naked from the waist down, I slapped one of his thighs and demanded, “Spread your legs.”

Matthew immediately complied, but as I knelt before him, he looked confused. I guess he’d believed everything he’d ever heard about a woman giving a blowjob to be a submissive act. I was there to show him that the opposite was true — as well as to sate my appetite for his come.

I ran my tongue around Matthew’s cockhead, and he moaned. I continued my tease by wrapping my hand around the base of his dick, holding it still so I could cover the tip with quick, hummingbird-like flicks of my tongue. The nonstop caresses made Matthew writhe and release irregular gasps. I glanced up to see that he was clutching the arms of the chair, his knuckles nearly white.

I wrapped my lips around the head of Matthew’s shaft and plunged my mouth downward in a dramatic swoop. He growled and bucked his hips upward, the motion causing his dick to sink deep into my throat. After keeping him there for a moment, I pulled back and then concentrated on my goal as I let my mouth rise and fall.

I heard the chains rattling as Matthew instinctively tried to bring his hands to my head. The sound made me smile around his dick, and I released him from my mouth, continuing to stroke him with my hand.

“Everything OK?” I asked playfully.

“Yes — and no,” he said, shivering as I scratched my fingernails along his balls. “You’re making me crazy. Fuck me. I want to come in your pussy,” he begged.

“Not a chance. I told you that we were doing things my way. And that means you’ll come when I want — and where I want.”

Matthew moaned helplessly. I lowered my head to tickle his balls with my tongue, and he squirmed in his seat. I once again surrounded his cock with the warm wetness of my mouth. His utterances soon became nonsensical, though they were occasionally laced with dirty words as he thrashed his head and swore at the ceiling.

It made me proud that I was able to make him lose it that way, but more importantly, it was also turning me on. I mean, I always get hot when I have Matthew’s cock in my mouth, but having such control over him was a kinky aphrodisiac. As I continued to pleasure him, I reached a free hand under my skirt and into my panties, moaning against his cock as I fingered my clit. My hand and my mouth were working in tandem, my digits driving me closer to orgasm as my lips and tongue continued to take their devious path up and down Matthew’s shaft.

The sound of the rattling chains was becoming more intense, and I peeked upward to see that Matthew’s face was flushed, and his eyes were shut tight as he wrestled with all of the sensations and emotions that were no doubt coursing through him. I resisted the urge to speed up my pace, knowing that by taking my time, I would make the greatest impact. It would draw out his ecstasy in the most maddening way.

“Hannah, please,” he murmured, his words a whispered prayer of desperation.

I wasn’t going to answer him. I knew he was right on the edge, and I was ready to push him over it. Having his orgasm completely and totally under my control gave me a charge like nothing else I’d ever experienced.

I pressed my finger tight against my slippery clit, increasing the pressure on my sensitive nub. I whimpered around Matthew’s cock as I brought myself to a quick, hot climax, feeling my juices coat my fingers. My groans of ecstasy teased him as I rode out my orgasm and tried not to interrupt the pleasure I was giving him.

Now, it was Matthew’s turn. I wrapped my juice-slickened fingers around his shaft, gripping him snugly and stroking him with each upward motion of my lips. From the way he was groaning and how his balls had tightened up so snugly, I knew he was close. I continued sliding my mouth up and down, and before long, I felt Matthew’s cock pulse against my tongue. He called out my name in a strangled cry and pulled at the chains that held him fast. His moans filled my ears with their sexy music as I felt the first pulse of his come coat my tongue, and I savored his taste. I plunged my mouth downward, swallowing his release — sweet, salty, and bitter, all at once — as he finally surrendered.

After Matthew had given up his last spurt of semen, I sucked gently on the tip of his dick, eking out one last dollop before dropping him from my lips. He was slumped in his chair, his loosened tie askew. For a second, I worried that I’d pushed him too far, but when I saw the smile spread across his face, I knew I’d discovered something special.

I’d taken control of my man and let him experience the freedom that can come from submission, and I had a feeling that everything had changed for the better.

We’d both emerged winners in my little game, and let me tell you, victory has never tasted so sweet!