Gentle discipline

Let's not blow this! thought Connor. He looked at Joan, sitting on her bed, her chest still heaving as she recovered from her orgasm. She was still at eye level with him though, such was the difference in their heights.

"Alright. Take the shirt off," he said. He managed, he thought, to keep his voice steady and commanding. No trembling at all. He watched Joan peel the tshirt off. She wasn't wearing any bra, and her tan lines blended gently into paler skin on her chest. Her nipples were hard, Connor noted, as so very pink, and suddenly decided that staring open mouthed wasn't particularly dominant. He looked up into Joan's eyes. She wasn't **** with lust any more, but she was still definitely turned on.

Connor couldn't resist leaning in to kiss Joan, pushing his tongue into her welcoming mouth. He raised his right hand to her breasts, and gently cupped one. She moaned into the kiss, and Connor pinched her nipple. He couldn't help but think of how Emma had reacted when he'd played with her nipple rings. If it had that effect on her, he thought, let's see how Joan reacts. He stopped kissing Joan. Her look of disappointment stopped as he reached for the other nipple, and pulled gently at both. She made a noise that he could only describe as a mewl, closing her eyes and tilting her head back in enjoyment. As he let go, she opened her eyes wide and smiled even wider at her boyfriend's sheepish grin.

"Now, on the floor. I think you have wonderful eyes," said Connor, hoping he didn't sound too cheesy, "But let's have you looking up at me from your knees."

He sighed inwardly with relief as Joan unfolded herself and slid from the bed. naked except for her soaked underwear, she knelt on the rug by her bed and looked up at Connor. For a moment it seemed that she didn't know where to put her hands, then she settled for dropping them onto her thighs.

"That's good," said Connor, "and I hope you're enjoying yourself too." He unconsciously rubbed the ring on his finger as he ad-libbed what to do. Then Joan bit her lower lip and he knew what he wanted her to do. He reached out and stroked her hair (it was, he noted, a little sweaty, but that still seemed hot somehow), then softly said, "I want you to say this out loud. So that I know you're sure. And just because I want to hear you say it. Do you want to suck me?"

Joan blushed, but her eyes blazed.

"Yes," she said, "I really do. I want to try sucking your cock, Connor. I want to taste you, and please you, and have you come in my mouth. Please?" she said, wriggling on her knees and almost begging.