The Cuckold Entangled - Sex Stories

The Cuckold Entangled

... more. She felt like warm velvet, and I could not help but close my eyes to bask in the feeling and also try to distract myself. I did not think I would be able to cope with what I was feeling.

"No, baby," she said, stopping her movement. "Look at me. Always look at me when you eat me out and when I am fucking you, okay?"

I opened my eyes, looking up at her. I nodded my head, not trusting my voice to speak at that moment.

"Good, baby," she said, starting to ride me slowly again. "Always look at me. I want you to always watch me as a fuck you; I want you to see who owns that dick...who owns you."

I felt my whole body surge with the strange shiver, followed by a knowing look and a smirk on her face. I held her gaze, unable to break it, given her instructions. I had nowhere to hide.

"I'm going to cum, babe," I said, my voice strained, looking deep into her teasing eyes.

"Not yet, baby; I just started," she said, increasing her pace, her teasing eyes still locked on mine.

"Oh shit, babe... I don't think I, oh fuck, I am agh!" I grunted, clenching my jaw, as I started to ejaculate load after load into her.

I closed my eyes, unable to keep looking into her smiling face, embarrassed at how short that had been.

"Fuck.." I whispered as she unmounted and my dick began to soften, "I'm really sorry, babe... I don't know what to say. It felt so good." I chuckled lightly, trying to make light of the moment.

"It's okay, baby. I love that I could make you do ...

... that. Plus, you already made me cum twice with your mouth, so it's not like I really needed to cum from fucking you," she said, smiling at me.

I gave a half-baked chuckle, feeling relieved and embarrassed at the same time.

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The following few months tilted, prepped, and made bare who I was. They prepared me for what Mika would have me be, not that I was conscious of any of this. The train was, however, in full steam, and I would not have known how to get off had the thought been allowed to enter my mind.

Mika started to punish me. Yeah, I know how that sounds. It was not some form of obvious action like, "Come over here; you are being punished for this infraction."

No, it was subtle, and I myself did not know what was happening at the time. It just started to happen, like it was just a progression in the relationship.

The punishments were in the form of subtle retaliations if and when I did things she did not like or when she did not get her way.

One way she did this was during sex. She would give me a lackluster handjob instead of mounting me in cowgirl, as she usually did after I had gone down on her.

The more severe and the ones that grated me down, she would become busy and more difficult for me to get in touch with. My calls and text messages will go unanswered for longer periods of time, causing me to get anxious and continue to get anxious. When she finally responds, it will usually be late in the evening to tell me of a social ...