It is all about her, right?

You decide that it's no big deal - this blowjob session is for her satisfaction, and you are already close to climaxing. "Oh, Hannah, I am so close..." you moan slowly.

Suddenly, she pulls back. Submission vanishes from her face, replaced by anger as she glares at you. "What the fuck? I know you don't like that teeth grinding!"

"But," you stammer, taken aback by her sudden change in behavior, "you did it on purpose?"

"Of course! I wanted to see if you would actually have the courage to discipline me!" In all your relationships, you've never seen her this angry, bordering on furious even.

You stare at her in silence for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what's happening. "Hannah, I don't understand..."

"You're supposed to dominate me during our training sessions! Not act like usual! You need to show me who's boss!"

Her expectations are clear, and a plan forms in your head almost instinctively. But are you truly prepared to follow through? After a moment of pondering, you decide to proceed.

Hesitantly, afraid of overdoing it, you raise your arm and deliver a sweeping slap across Hannah's cheek. The sound echoes in the room, followed by a wince of pain on her face. Surprise, then shock, then a suppressed wide grin washed over her features one after another. For a moment, you expect her to backtrack or rub her face, but she remains on all fours, palms pushing into the floor. Just as you ordered.

"Listen, cunt," you begin firmly, finding your voice growing stronger with each word, "you are tasked with pleasuring my dick, not lecturing me." It's a side of yourself you never imagined emerging, especially towards a loved woman, but the circumstances demand it.

Hannah gazes up at you, her eyes filled with admiration, lust, and submission. Without hesitation, she takes your dick back into her mouth, swallowing it down to the base. As she does so, a wild moan vibrates around your shaft. For a moment you assumed that it is it, the orgasm... no, not yet. Nevertheless, her arousal and enjoyment are evident.

Another idea strikes you. "Slut, who says you can moan without permission?" With that, you gently tug on her earlobe, causing a slight sting of pain. Hannah gasps, then whimpers, then moans again, louder than before. Surprisingly, you don't hesitate to inflict further pain upon her delicate ears; this time, you do it harder. Her reaction to the repeated punishment is astonishing; she begins gagging on your dick, **** sounds are there but no single new moan is allowed out.

Taking control, you hold her there, denying her any chance to withdraw (not that you think she would try). "Suck harder! I am close!" you command forcefully. Hannah obediently increases the suction. Her face turns bright red from the effort, her nose breathes loudly, spewing snot around, tears stream down her cheeks. Yet, she persists, displaying unwavering dedication. The scent of a rough blowjob, something you never knew existed, fills the air.

Finally, you reach the peak of your pleasure, releasing a torrent of hot cum deep within her mouth. She gags, tries to swallow, gags once more, attempting to contain it all. Once finished, you pull out, leaving her panting heavily, her face drenched in tears, saliva, and sweat. Even so, she wears a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with accomplishment.

Now comes the challenge of finding the right words to thank her.