She gently doms him [Domme](-50 Lust, +10 Suspicion)

As Hannah looked down at Ashton as he peeked shyly up at her, she felt an urge to be rough with him. To spit on him, call him worthless before she pinned him down and made him worship her. The thought of it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine, as she felt her panties moisten with desire. He was so cute and meek and… Irresistible! She had to dominate him, make him hers.

But she stopped herself and took a deep breath. It was no good to scare him off. They would have to begin gently, slowly…

“Good boy,” she said, running her hand through his hair, petting him gently. “Since you’re so shamefully naked, would you like for your mistress to be naked too? Hmm?” She bent down closer to him and whispered in his ear. “Would you like to see your mistress’ body?”

“I, um… Ah...” She saw him glance at her, then look down, trying to form the right words as his cheeks flushed.

She put a stop to him by pulling on his hair and forcing him to look up at her. “Speak clearly, boy!” She commanded, a cruel tone to her voice. She felt his body stiffen with surprise, but she smiled as she saw that he had not softened either, his cock still as rock hard as before. She repeated, “do you want to see your mistress naked?”

“Yes mistress! I - I would love to! You’re so hot! And, um… Beautiful…” He spit out his words before he could second-guess himself, even as he squirmed in embarrassment, but his eyes lever left her.

But even as she smirked, she grabbed his chin and tilted his head up even more. “Then beg, boy. Beg your mistress to take off her clothes.”

“P-please! I beg you! Please, mistress, take… Take off your clothes, so I… So I may see your beautiful body! Please!” He shivered after saying the words, and seemed to be getting really into it. That only fueled her desire even more.

“What a good, honest boy.” Hannah grinned. She then let go of his chin before slowly undressing herself in front of him, taking one article of clothing at a time and tossing it aside. When she was done her body was completely bare, her toned muscles and trim abs slightly sweaty as she put her hands on her hips, not showing a hint of shame or weakness. She was in control now, no time for self-consciousness.

“Oh. Wow, you’re really… Fit! And beautiful, of course! Um… Mistress.” He said, obvious admiration in her voice.

She smiled warmly for a moment, enjoying the compliment, before her expression grew mean and cruel again. “If you find my body so beautiful… Then how about we make a bet.” She looked down on him with a confident smile. “I’ll grab your hands, then you try and touch my breasts. If you manage to even touch them… You get to do… Whatever. You. Want. With them.” She punctuated each word by rubbing her hands over her breasts and nipples, which felt sensitive to her touch. She saw Ashton look at where she rubbed them and his cheeks reddened even more.

“But…” She warned him. “If I win? If I overpower you and you can’t touch them at all? Well, then I’ll have to punish you.”

He shivered a bit when she said the word ‘punish’, his eyes locking back into hers. But after a moment of hesitation he nodded. “I’ll take the bet. Mistress.”

Her smile widened and she straddled on top of him, playfully resting her ass right on top of his cock and making him squirm before she grabbed each one of his hands and pinned them to the couch. “Alright then,” she said. “If you can overpower me and touch my boobs, you win.” She sneered before adding, “it should be easy for you.” In a playful voice.

Ashton at first struggled to try and budge his arms, but she kept him pinned in place, not even breaking a sweat. Then she felt him try in earnest, straining his arms as he pushed them forward. So she flexed her biceps and pushed him back harder, back onto the couch. “Is that the best you can do? C’mon!” She teased, grinning at him. “I thought you really wanted me. Is that all you can muster?”

Her mocking tone seemed to have gotten him and he strained harder than the previous attempts, putting his back into it as his arms trembled, struggling forward inch by inch. But she was still stronger, her muscles shiny with sweat as she purposefully let him get closer to her breasts before firmly and slowly pushing his hands back until they were pinned on the couch again.

“Are you really going to lose to a girl,” she teased, moving her hips side to side as she sat on his cock, feeling it throb between her cheeks as his face was a mixture of embarrassment, admiration and lust. He shook his head.

“You’re stronger than me, clearly,” he gasped, a bead of sweat running down his face.

“Then I win!” She smiled triumphantly, enjoying the moment as she shook her tits inches from him, as if rubbing his defeat on his face, before she let go. “Hmm, what should I do as your punishment?” She tilted her head, pretending to think about it but she already knew, and her heart was secretly giddy with anticipation as she said. “I know! You…! You made me all sweaty with all this effort! So now… I want you to clean my body. With your tongue!”

Ashton perked up when he heard that, a smile dawning on his lips before he eagerly went for her breasts, only for her to firmly push him away, then glare at him.

“You lick where I tell you to lick, boy.” She commanded. And to prove her point she raised one of her arms. “Armpits first.”

And to his credit, he began licking every part of her body that she commanded to. Her armpits, her arms, under her breasts and her abs, he slowly traced his warm, wet tongue over each one until it was clean of her sweat, and she moaned softly as he moved to her thighs and began licking them clean as well, his tongue licking up to almost her crotch before it stopped and moving back down. His tongue was slow, gently and felt amazing on her body, and this was compounded with the thrill of power that she had, making her heart beat faster with every lick.

“Now my ass,” she commanded, pushing him back on the couch before turning around and spreading her legs to get in a position where she could push her ass against him. And push she did, while he slowly licked her curves, cleaning them of her sweat while moistening them with his tongue. One cheek, and then the other.

She was wet, and when she reached down and touched her own pussy it immediately burst with pleasure, and a burning need to be touched. She couldn’t help herself, she began rubbing her clit as she felt him licking and worshiping her. He paused as he felt her masturbating, and heard that shlicking noise so close to him, so she pressed him further.

“Lick my asshole now, boy!” She commanded, emphasizing it further by pushing her ass against his face until he was pinned against the couch. In the process his face also rubbed against the bottom of her pussy and she bit her lips to suppress a moan. “Get right in there and lick it clean while I pleasure myself. And don’t you dare fucking stop.”

She moved forward slightly, letting him breathe, and his tongue began exploring and licking closer and closer to her ass while her fingers resumed rubbing furiously her needy pussy. Her pleasure was now strong enough she had to hold onto the edge of the couch for balance as her eyes closed and she moaned, both from his tongue and her hand as they brought her to new heights. Then his tongue finally entered her asshole, making her legs buckle for a moment as her eyes rolled up in ecstasy. She rubbed even harder and faster, feeling closer and closer with every second. “That’s right! Ahh! Don’t stop! Don’t… Don’t… Ahhn!” She moaned as her orgasm approached, cresting like a wave before it finally hit her.

She gasped and her hips moved back and forth as she came, wave after wave of pleasure. Enough to make her forget everything else, caught in the moment, lost in the orgasmic bliss that erases all thought. And even as she came, her pussy spasming as her body shuddered, she felt Ashton still licking inside her dutifully, and only amplified her pleasure. She came harder than she had in a long while, and when she finally regained her senses and stepped away, her legs weak from standing in that position as she came, she turned and saw Ashton, looking up at her while breathing hard, mouth shiny with saliva and eyes brimming with submissive admiration as he rubbed his cock, which was hard as also shiny with his precum. Even spent as she was from the recent orgasm, the sight of him still was an incredible turn-on for Hannah, and she grinned at him.

“Does your mistress’ body… Get you this horny, baby?” She teased, still panting as she sat on the couch beside him and in a casual, almost tired manner, reached to his cock with her hand and began jacking him off. His breathing quickly grew heavier as he squirmed on the couch. His hands still reached to touch her but she pushed them away with her other hand.

“Shh, no need to do anything, boy” she said. “Let mistress thank you properly for doing a good job.”

And she smiled as she felt him get closer to his own climax. When she felt him tense up her hand turned sideways and she let him cum on her thighs, the warm white liquid spurting on her skin as she smiled, still in perfect control. He could do nothing but moan and shudder as she milked him to the last drop.

“Good job,” she whispered. “Good job.” And she closed her eyes and relaxed her body for a moment, trying to leave the dom mindset that she had inhabited. When she turned to look at him again, it was with a loving expression, and a tender smile.

“Did you like it… Ashton?” She asked him, one hand petting his cheek softly. He kissed the palm of her hand and nodded.

“Yeah… It was… Wow. I never expected something like this from you.” He shook his head for a moment, surprise in his face. But then he smiled and added, “but it was good. I liked it. Thank you for this… For showing me something… Something new.”

She smiled back and they hugged, embracing each other on the couch. And after that harsh and exciting dom session it was with satisfied gratitude that they enjoyed their aftercare, cuddling close to each other and enjoying the moment. And for a moment, nothing else existed in the world but the two of them.