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"It's the combination," said Joan, breaking Connor's gaze for a moment to her phone down, "It's about pleasing. Making someone happy, and letting them tell me what they want. Having to do what they want."

Connor felt her wriggle under his right hand as she talked. He stroked her lower back, then back downwards to her barely covered cheeks. He'd touched his girlfriend's butt before, of course, but not often enough for it to feel casual. He swallowed and thought about what she'd just said.

"Is that ok? I mean, ok with you?" asked Joan hurriedly, "I can see how it could be weird, and I don't want to scare-"

"It's not weird," said Connor hurriedly, "I mean, it's really hot." He squeezed one globe, and used his other hand to brush a strand of hair out from Joan's face. "I like it. The thought of you getting off on getting me off." He leaned down and kissed her ear. "If it's something you want to do, of course I'll try."

"Try what?" said Joan. She sounded slightly dazed, thought Connor. He spoke softly into her ear.

"Whatever you want to try, Joan. If it's getting ordered around that gets you hot, I'm happy to tell you to suck me now. I just want to know what kind of things you're comfortable with."

Connor opened her eyes wide and looked up at her boyfriend with a hint of frustration.

"I want to be told what to do. Not tell you!"

Connor smacked Joan's ass cheek, and took a hold of her hair, pinning her neck down onto the bed. Joan squeaked but then began moaning and, Connor saw, went back to her fingerfucking. He slide his hand down her butt to cup her hand through her damp panties and felt her working her fingers in and out of herself.

"Fine! I'd going to give the orders then. But if you want things to stop, pick a uhm, whatdoyoucallit. A safeword."

"Alright. Ummm.. tarragon?"

"Isn't that a herb or spice or something?"

"I cooked dinner yesterday ok. Now, are you going to take control of me, or ask questions about spices?" said Joan with a wicked smile. Considering that Connor had her pinned flat on her bed, that seemed to Connor to be a bit silly. He spanked her ass again and heard Joan break into a rising moan. He moved his other hand from her neck and pressed his fingers against her lips. Joan took his first two fingers into her mouth and began to suck, hard. Then she stopped and pulled off them, and bucked so hard she rolled onto her back.

"Ohmigod!" she shrieked, and Connor really hoped that no-one else was in the house. He watched her writhe on the beg before him, frantically strumming her clit as she came. She slowed and then stopped, panting deeply, and pushed herself up to sit facing him.

"Oh. Wow. You've never seen me come before, have you Connor?"

Connor's cock was hard. Painfully hard, pushing into the zipper of his jeans through his underwear. He knew that this was the time to take control and make Joan's fantasies a reality.