Act: D/s

It would start with me walking into the Grandmaster’s office. I’d walk up and behind him, and slide my hands down from his shoulders over his chest, and lean down to whisper in his ear. “Have you heard of the theory, that people who are more dominant in their regular life, that they tend to be more submissive in the bedroom?” I could practically hear his smirk. “I have not in fact. Why?”

“Hmmmm… oh well, I just thought it was interesting is all,” I said as I slowly slid one of my hands back up his chest and to his neck, whilst distracting him with kisses and nips along his jaw line. He turned his chair to me and captured my lips with his. “As much as I’d love to continue this, love, I have business to-” he gasped as I pulled his ponytail, which I’d wound in my fist. “That’s quite enough, Haytham,” I said as I straddled his lap. His eyes flashed dangerously.

“Don’t play with me, woman. I-” He got cut off once more with what I swore was a whimper as I ground down my hips to rub my core against his rapidly growing erection. “Last warning, Haytham. Now, put your hands on the rests, you’re not allowed to touch me, understood?”

As he nodded in confirmation I started kissing his neck, sucking on his weak spots, as my free hand quickly opened his shirt and then his belt and trousers to free his rock hard cock. Giving it a few quick strokes, emitting more moans from the usually stoic and composed Grandmaster, I rushed to pull up my skirts, happy of my earlier decision to not put on any underwear. Haytham seized this opportunity to try and touch me, but I immediately tightened my grip on his hair once more, tutting at him.

“No. Touching,” I said in a stern voice. His eyes flashed dangerously again, but I knew by the dilation of his pupils that he didn’t mean it… yet. As I finally had my skirt pulled up, I immediately sank down, closing my eyes and throwing my head back, moaning. I could feel Haytham underneath me, straining to touch me, or make me move, but he kept still. I opened my eyes slightly and looked at him and smirked. “Good boy.” As I started moving, I knew that I wouldn’t last long, definitely not long enough to ensure Haytham’s pleasure. He seemed to sense my internal battle, saying in a strained voice “Come, my love. Take your pleasure.”

Losing control, I screamed his name, raking my nails down his chest and pulling his hair once more, which made him buck and moan beneath me, but he didn’t come. Instead, he waited for me to come down from my orgasm, holding me close and rubbing my back whilst pressing soft kisses to my face and neck. I lifted my head to look at him, but my smile froze on my face. I knew that look. I knew that I would not leave this room before he decided I had learned my lesson. I knew I would be bent over the desk within the next five minutes, crying his name, begging for mercy and release as he would spank me long and hard, then to fuck me seven ways to Sunday.

But it was definitely worth it. Happy Valentine’s day to me indeed [Oh wow, this is my very first confession ever, and I very much got carried away… my apologies!]

Confession [@chrisfoxman]
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Congratulations on your first confession, amico mio! And such a detailed and well-written one, too! ♥ Great job!

~ Signora Paola