Now that his lust has him squirming?

That would be… bad politics.

You let your long, sharp nails slide on his torso, down his belly, and cup his balls. You tighten your hold just enough to show who’s really in control and you whisper…

“-I think not, stud. Someone has marital duties to perform, and since your tongue is obviously in need of more exercise, you might find some better uses for it than you just did. Come on. Get licking, my pet.”

You tighten your hold again, just short of actual pain, and you can feel him reacting to the touch and pressure. He’s now very, very hard. You can tell from his face he’s conflicted between his domination fantasies and a desire to submit to your controlling behavior. You do not let him recover and you shatter any doubt he might hold about you being in control, pulling hard on his balls to get him on his knees.

His will instantly broken, overwhelmed by a mixture of submission and lust, he’s almost instantly making up for lost time by eating you out. Your nails bite into his neck and hair, and you breathe hard, squirm, and finally orgasm on his eager lips.

“- Now that’s a good boy, my pet. You deserve some release… so fuck me as hard as you can, because this is the last time you’re touching me this week. Do your best or I might make it a month…”