On Your Knees Behind Me, You Learned to Obey

So you’re really willing to lose yourself in me, aren’t you? To kneel behind me and not lift your face until I allow it. I can see it in the way you look at me, in how your mouth goes dry every time I turn around. You’re exactly the kind of man I like to have close.

Men like you fascinate me. The ones who hide desire beneath a pressed shirt and good manners, but inside only want to prostrate themselves before something stronger than they are. The fact that a body like mine can make you that docile seems to me the most honest thing there is. And look at you: you’re already trembling and I haven’t even touched you yet.

I go crazy finding someone with your fetish, someone who dares to play for real and doesn’t stop at cowardly fantasy. You’re a pervert, and I love that. You have no idea how lucky you are to be here, in front of me, with permission to look at what so many only imagine.

Take in what’s in front of you. Brown skin, a chestnut mane falling down my back, a narrow waist, and lower down, what really interests you. Don’t pretend otherwise. I know perfectly well where your eyes go as soon as I turn my back.

I turn slowly. I let you see me in full first, because I want you to learn to desire me before I grant you anything. Then I lean slightly forward and start massaging my ass with both hands, slow, opening and closing it, letting the fabric pull tight over my skin.

—Do you like this? —I ask without turning around—. Because this is the only thing you’re going to get, unless you behave.

You don’t answer. There’s no need. Your breathing says it all: short, ragged, caught in your throat. I smile to myself. He’s already mine.

But that’s not enough for you, is it? You want more. You want what’s underneath, what I’m hiding. So I’m going to give it to you, but my way. I grab each cheek with one hand and pull them apart as far as I can, opening myself completely for you, showing you what no one else has seen today.

Look at me. Watch your eyes go straight to my entrance, unable to stop themselves. I know how much you like it. And because I know you like it, I start playing with you: tightening and relaxing, making my hole contract and stretch in front of your face. My muscles tense and release with every movement, and you don’t look away for a second.

—Touch yourself —I order—. I haven’t given you permission to come closer yet, but I have given you this. I want to watch you.

And you obey instantly. Your hand goes straight to your crotch, and I can see the bulge already growing just from looking at me. That’s what excites me most of all: seeing what I do to you. Knowing that my body has you like this, out of control, willing to humiliate yourself just to please me.

—Take it out —I say—. I don’t want to guess. I want to see your cock while you look at me.

You fumble with your trousers, with the frantic haste of someone who can’t take any more. You pull your clothes down until you’re free, and there it is, completely hard, throbbing for me. God, how good it feels to see you like that. Seeing what I provoke turns me on as much as you being desired turns you on.

—Stroke it slowly —I order—. Slowly, I said. You won’t finish until I say so. Understood?

—Yes —you answer, your voice broken.

—Yes, what?

—Yes, whatever you say.

That word in your mouth runs through me completely. There’s something about bending a man, watching him surrender control without a fight, that I like more than almost anything else. And you surrender so easily that I almost feel sorry for you. Almost.

***

—For being so well-behaved, I’m going to let you come closer —I say, and I feel your breath catch—. But at my pace. When I say, not before.

I keep my ass parted with one hand and, with the other, beckon you forward. You crawl toward me on your knees, not daring to use your hands, because you know I haven’t allowed it. Good. You’re starting to understand how this works.

—Press your nose there —I order—. Right there. Don’t rush.

And you do it. You bury your face between my cheeks and place your nose exactly where I told you, right in the center of me. I feel your hot breath against my skin, the tickle of your breathing, the pressure of your whole face pressed against my body.

—Aaah —escapes me, almost without meaning to.

That’s it. It feels incredible to have you there, exactly where I wanted you, unable to move, waiting for my next order like a well-trained dog. Now comes what you wanted so badly.

—Breathe deeply —I say, lowering my voice until it becomes a sweet threat—. Slowly. I want it to reach all the way down inside you. I want you to stay there with me inside you.

And you obey without hesitation, a second after I finish the sentence. You inhale deeply, slowly, completely surrendered. You’re so obedient I almost can’t believe it. Whatever pride you brought with you stayed at the door the moment you decided to kneel.

You have no idea how many men would kill to be in your place right now. How many would give anything for this spot, for this closeness, for permission to serve me like this. And it’s you who’s here, face buried in me, trembling.

I let go of one cheek and move that hand to the back of your neck. I push you inward, without violence but without allowing you to pull back, until your face is completely pressed against my body. I don’t want you moving away. I didn’t give you that option.

—Come on —I say, and now the tone is hard, commanding, exactly the way I know you like it—. Deep. Do you like it? Tell me you like it.

—I like it —you murmur against my skin, and the vibration of your voice makes me clench my thighs.

Talking to you like this, with a voice that doesn’t admit argument, excites me more than I expected. It urges me to press you even harder against me while you stay there, submissive, offering not the slightest resistance. You’re doing so well I decide to raise the stakes.

—Now the tongue —I order—. I want to feel it. And if you do it wrong, I pull away and you get nothing.

***

Your desperation is so out of control that, the moment I say the last word, you thrust your tongue into me. Soft, wet, hot. The sensation runs up my back like a current.

—Aaah, like that —I let out, not bothering to hide it—. Just like that.

Your tongue is so soft and so patient that I open myself a little more for you, giving you permission to come in confidently. And you, pervert that you are, don’t waste a single second. You go all the way in, explore, trace, as if you’d spent your whole life waiting for this exact moment.

My God. The sensation is perfect. Soft, wet, hot, obedient. It’s one of the things I adore most, and you’re doing it better than any man deserved. I lower my gaze between my legs and see your right hand working your cock, just as I allowed, nonstop.

—Keep going —I order—. Stroke it while you serve me. I don’t want you to stop for anything in the world. Did you hear me? For anything.

You throw yourself into it with a devotion that melts me. I watch you, completely given over to the task, face buried, hand moving, body tense. It’s the hottest sight I could ask for: a man utterly surrendered, willing to do anything just to please me.

—Lick —I demand, grinding my teeth—. Suck. All of it. Leave nothing.

You’re so submissive and so obedient that you open your mouth all the way and give me a long, deep, desperate suction. A moan slips from my lips, loud, uncontrolled, and I can feel your hand quicken at the sound.

—Aaah —I gasp, and I brace myself against the wall because my legs are starting to give out.

It’s incredible what you do to me. You give yourself over with a devotion that almost makes me tender. You’re so perverse, so completely mine, that you make me fall a little more in love with you with every passing second. Not everyone knows how to serve like this. You were born for it.

***

I stay like that for a long while, letting you work, measuring every moan, controlling how far I let you go. Because that’s the real game: you think this is about pleasure, but really it’s about control. Mine over yours. About reminding you, with every order, who’s in charge here.

—Look at me —I say at last, turning my head just enough to meet your eyes over my shoulder—. See what I provoke? See how easy it was to put you on your knees?

You nod without words, your mouth still shining, your breathing in shreds. Not a trace remains of the confident man who came through that door. Only you are left, mine, surrendered, waiting for the next order as if your life depended on it.

—When I say so, you’re going to finish —I murmur—. But until then, you do not stop. You’re going to stay here with me until I decide you’ve had enough. And we both know that won’t happen anytime soon.

I push you against me again, feel your tongue again, your breath, your total surrender. And while you lose yourself in me, I smile, because I know you’ll come back. Men like you always come back. Once you’ve tasted what it is to obey me, there’s no turning back.

And that, more than anything else, is what really turns me on.