A matter of control

The young pup looks at you hopefully. The poor boy has it bad and his confusion and eagerness to please has you dripping with excitement. If you had more control, you might keep John on the edge for a while before you finally give him some actual pussy, but you need this as bad as he does. If he agrees to your terms.

"We are going to have sex, John." You almost laugh when you hear his sigh of relief.

"I'd like that, Ma'am." Well, that's the carrot, now to make sure he understands what your expectations are.

"We will, John, tonight even. As long as we get some things straight." This is new territory for you, but after years of having to wait on your husband's dominant nature you want to be in charge. Judging by the reverential look in John's eyes, you think you'll be able establish the kind of relationship you have been fantasizing about. You hold up a single finger as you start laying out what you expect from your new boy toy.

"Us sleeping together doesn't change things, John." You look John straight in the eye, there can be no misunderstanding about this. "I've seen guys start to think they own a lass once they've been together a few times. If we do this, I'm still the one in charge, OK?" To your delight, John seems perfectly willing to accept this critical condition.

"Yes, Ma'am." Now to make sure he keeps serving you like he did when you were up at the waterfall.

"I liked it today when you took care of me. When you put my needs ahead of yours." You take John's calloused hand in yours and squeeze it as hard as you can. "I want you to treat me like your queen." The fantasy of being a wild Island queen serviced by a harem of bare-chested warriors is hard to ignore. "I've had enough of being some guy's bint to use anyway he likes."

"I can do that, Ma'am. What we did up by the waterfall was amazing, Ma'am." The way John eagerly agrees gives you the confidence to push on.

"I want to make you feel like my queen." With a groan of desire, you slip into his arms and press your lips up to his. John lets you set the pace and you don't waste much time before slipping your tongue between his lips and start exploring his warm mouth. It doesn't take long before he is reciprocating, and the kissing goes to the next level.

As you kiss you feel his cock once again getting good and hard and you have to fight the temptation to put him on his back and straddle his cock. It is getting harder and harder to keep from letting your sexual needs dictate where this goes next. With a soft sigh you put this on hold and set John to work.

"We have a little while before sunset, John. Time enough for you to take the ax and get more firewood." As much as you'd like to watch his muscles gleaming with sweat as he breaks up the driftwood on the beach and hauls it up to the firepit you decide you'd better give yourself a break too. You start picking up the scraps from the fish dinner. "I'll clean up this mess." As he walks away you decide to throw in a playful bit of foreshadowing of what was to come.

"Then when you get back you can wash my feet again just to get me in the mood."