Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

... agency, and he'd supported her fully. He didn't need the alpha male bullshit. He was happy with maybe getting a chance at that promotion as Claire let him act in her stead on secondment. It would be nice, a little more money.

He didn't need to be top dog. In fact, and this was the little secret that only Lotte knew, he often wanted to be the bottom of the pack.

Tonight was going to be very special. Bea's little smile just added fuel to the fire, his fevered imagination weaving it all together, the vision of being made to give up control, to surrender. Bea wasn't like that, but that didn't matter: Lotte was. In fact, he hoped that Lotte was a lot more than that. He was on his way home to find out.

The commute home felt like it took forever, his mind churning through the possibilities. Lotte had been coy, in the same way that Bea had been coy, hinting at a weekend of surprises for him when he got home. His thoughts went back to the previous weekend, to what they had done together, and he was left to wonder what his future held. Was it to be more of the same, or was Lotte ready at last to step it up?

Last weekend had been mind-blowing. He'd been told to strip as soon as he'd gotten through the door, and hadn't been permitted a stitch of clothing until Monday morning, packed off to work with a kiss from his wife and a set of stripes across his rear that he was reminded of all day at work every time he sat down. She had been sexy, creative, unstoppable. Lotte had taken ...

... charge, and they had gone much further than ever before, turning bedroom games into kitchen games, or lounge games, or even, in the dark on the Saturday night, garden games.

She had led him around the lawn in the nothing but a collar, the summer night air cool against his skin, but not cold. He'd been made to stand there, his wife's finger curled through the D-ring on his stout leather collar, pulled up to attention, hands behind his head. She'd held him there, her hand moving up and down his shaft, bringing him patiently to the edge, forbidding him to move.

Lotte had tormented him, after a day of tormenting him, until all he could think about was her hand on his cock, the feeling of each languid stroke of her fingers. She'd teased him to the brink, until he'd begged, then she'd let go, running her nail from his balls up the underside of his quivering, rigid shaft, to rake across his swollen tip. It had been enough, but at the same time not nearly enough, his cock erupting in a steady white stream, strands of cum dripping from his twitching tip into the long grass, his balls draining in a ruined orgasm that left him more desperate than ever to do whatever she wanted.

He'd protested, but she'd leaned in close to his ear, until her body seemed to fill all his senses, and made clear that it was all about her pleasure. Hector was made to understand that his role was to serve and his wife's role was to receive that service, shifting the dynamic between them, assuming the ...