Embrace the role play

In a daze from such an incredible orgasm, I looked down at Inez, passed out on the floor. Even after I had released her head, she had blocked her airways with my cock and didn't let up to breathe. All because I had told her to. She was really into this submission thing. Since I wasn't that big into it, I wondered if she would get bored with me before long. I hoped not, because I was learning to like this dynamic.

I could see that she was again breathing – that was good. And after a minute or two, she groaned and wiggled her jaw. When her eyes started blinking open, I spoke. “Get back on your knees, bitch.” She slowly pulled herself off the floor and into a kneeling position. “I didn't say you could stop sucking,” I sneered, trying my best to play the part of the dominant master. With great tears and sobs, she took my soft cock back in her mouth and began bringing me back to hardness. Once I was fully stiff in her mouth, I pulled her head off and said, “Enough.” Then standing up, I said, “follow me,” and headed to my bedroom. I heard the shuffling of feet behind me.

“Please let me go,” she was begging, “I really don't want to do this. Please. This is ****. Let me go and I won't tell anyone. You'll never have to see me again.”

By that point, we had reached my bedroom and were standing at the foot of my bed. “****?!” I laughed. “I'm not forcing you to be here. As long as you stay in here playing this little submission game, that is outright consent.”

“Noooo,” she wailed.

“Now shut up, take off your clothes, and get on the bed,” I demanded. Then breaking character a bit, I stepped aside, opened the bedroom door, and swept my hand towards the exit. “It's your game,” I said calmly. “Your choice.”

Inez looked longingly at the door, even as she made her way towards the bed. But she didn't say a word. She didn't leave. And she had soon removed all her clothes. Seeing her commitment to this course, I finished removing my clothes. Before joining her on the bed, I looked over her body. Her skin was naturally olive, which, with her black hair and slightly accented perfect English made me think she was a second generation immigrant from somewhere like Cuba or Puerto Rico. She was petite but had a nice chest. Her hips swelled out in a way that begged to be grabbed while fucking. She was shivering and her nipples were hardening. It could have been the cold, but I suspected she was really turned on.

I wondered if I was supposed to take her from behind or something like that. Were some positions too intimate for this kink? I knew that asking her what she wanted would kind of be the wrong thing to do. Being the really vanilla guy I am, I just wanted to take her missionary style. I wanted to feel those tits on my chest, I wanted to grip those hips while I thrust. I wanted to pull that ass towards me with both hands when I came. I wanted those thighs gripping my sides. Fuck it. We were doing this my way.

As I positioned myself between her legs, I could see her mouthing words. What was she saying? “Come on? Come on?” Or was it “On top? On top?” Whatever. I couldn't be bothered to figure out her hints at this point. If it was important, she'd use her words. She made some token efforts to push me away, but once I had her legs spread enough to get my cock at her entrance, there wasn't anything she could do. Nor did she want to – it was all a game, all for show.

As I pushed forward and entered her, I sighed in contentment. The big surprise was that she was hardly wet at all. I would almost say dry. Not helping was the way she was still trying to close her legs and resist me. “Damn, you gotta let me in,” I muttered. Instantly, he legs stopped fighting and her whole pussy relaxed. I could have used some moisture, but nonetheless, I went in pretty easily after that. Guess she really did want me in and had overdone it with the fighting.

It was odd – I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, kiss her, nibble her protruding nipples, roll around and try different positions. I really wanted to see her on top, bouncing on me. But that seemed to not fit the whole dynamic. I was supposed to be dominating her. So I pushed myself up and put my hands on her wrists. This was, she maybe felt more trapped and powerless. Instead of gentle thrusts to begin with, I just started pounding her. In any other situation, her struggles and the way she moved her hips would have seemed like she was trying to buck me off. But I guess that's how Inez got her kicks. I knew what was really happening. She was fucking me back in a major way. I barely needed to thrust.

“Oooohhh, fuck!” I exclaimed. In case I haven't been clear, this wasn't really my thing. But damn, it sure felt good. She was so into it, and that excitement was contagious. I waited for her to shout something like “Fuck me master!” or something like that, but she hadn't uttered a word since we started. Her mouth was moving, and her “Fuck me!” looked a lot like “Help me!” But the only sounds she made were grunts and pants and realistic sobs. The lack of vocalization just served to make the sounds of our bodies smacking together all the louder.

Maybe another time I would last longer. Maybe if I researched a bit, I could get an idea what was expected in these situations. I was probably supposed to cum down her throat or on her face, whichever would be more humiliating. But I had already shot a load in her that way, and it had been far too long since I had been inside a woman like this. In fact, it was just now occurring to me that we hadn't discussed protection. Shit! A girl this crazy just might be infecting me with something. Too late for that now. And if she let me in bareback, she obviously isn't worried about me cumming inside her. I'd be a fool to pass up that opportunity. I couldn't even remember the last time I came inside a woman.