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hoarsely.
    My automatic instinct was to run my tongue up his shaft. No, don’t do it. He’s topping from the bottom again . “Beg me.”
    He raised his head to look at me. He hesitated.
    “Come on, Dylan,” I teased, drunk on the power I had over him. “You’ll be glad you did.”
    “Beg?” he questioned, as if I’d asked him for the moon.
    “Yes, beg. Beg me, and I’ll do it,” I encouraged. “Say it.”
    His lips moved, but the words didn’t come. Then they came out in a flood. “Please. Please suck my cock.”
    “Good,” I said, “but not quite good enough. I didn’t hear the word ‘beg’.”
    He grumbled and squirmed. His arms pulled against the restraints. The Dom in him wouldn’t let go. He needed to tap into the submissive side of his personality. He had to learn to surrender.
    “Unless you try a little harder to obey your Mistress, these lips won’t go anywhere near your cock.”
    “I-please-I mean….”
    “Maybe I should make you watch me come all over again,” I goaded. “Should I? This time you’re tied up, so you can’t touch yourself even if you try.”
    “No! I’m begging you, Mistress.” His hips bucked. “Please. I’m begging you. Please suck my cock!”
    The urgency in his voice thrilled me. “Very good, Dylan.” I licked his erection all the way to the head and pressed down with the flat of my tongue, tasting the salty, glistening drops emerging from the small slit. Keeping my lips over my teeth, I took him as deep as I could. In this position, deep throating was difficult. But not impossible. Dylan had patiently trained me for months, until I could take every inch of him in my mouth. Angling his erection toward me, I went deeper, deeper, all the way in, past my gag reflex, until my lips brushed his pubic hair.
    “Fuck, yeah, baby! All the way!”
    I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, teasing the frenulum. As I took all of him in again, I rubbed his balls with my fingertips. After a while my jaw started to ache, and I came up for air. Using my hands in long, rhythmic strokes, I kept an eye on Dylan’s facial features, gauging how close he was to orgasm. I didn’t want him to come. Not yet. I had to take ownership of his pleasure for a change and decide when he was permitted to have an orgasm. When he seemed ready to explode, his face contorting, his breaths quick and sharp, I stopped.
    “Keep going! Don’t stop!” he called out.
    “Not yet,” I whispered. “You don’t get to decide when you come. I do.”
    Time to move on to the next phase, the one involving the butt plug. Anal penetration could be wonderful. It was up to me to teach him just how wonderful. My previous partner, less controlling than Dylan, asked me to do this for him on a regular basis, so I knew how to proceed to maximize Dylan’s pleasure. I put on a surgical glove, which snapped against my wrist.
    “What’s that?” He sounded worried, and deep frown lines appeared between his brows. “Why do you need a glove?”
    “To pleasure you.” I poured some lube on my fingers. Holding his balls out of the way with my left hand, I swirled my right index finger around his puckered hole.
    “Bethany, it’s a no-go zone.” His voice sounded strained. “You know that.”
    He attempted to turn over, but the restraints held firm. When he clamped his knees shut, all he managed to do was squeeze me firmly between them. I still had full access to his ass.
    “No fucking way,” he said sternly, his erection wilting. “Forbidden zone.”
    “Relax,” I breathed. “Let me guide you. Trust me.”
    How many times had he said those same words to me? Whenever we tried something different, I hesitated. Nipple clamps. Ring gags. Clothespins. Every new adventure began with a healthy dose of hesitation on my part. In everyday life, I wasn’t a fearless go-getter. I was the one who waited in the shadows and needed to be led into the light.
    “As your Mistress, I’m asking you to