Music To My Ears

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Warm and hard, he surges against my hand, stroking the velvet steel head of his cock against my palm with ragged breaths.

“Hon,” he says with plaintive insistence, shushing his long fingers over my breasts, “I need to be in you.”

“Mmmm…” is my initial reply, content for the moment to slowly swim to consciousness, absorbing the morning light at my leisure.

He takes my non-response as acquiescence and straddles my hips.  Strong.  Insistent.

I open my eyes fully, awake and amused, taking in the sight before me:  Desperately Aroused Male.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask.

“I need to be inside you.”

I quirk my brow.

“Hon…”  His voice is querulous.

“What?”

“Just…  Two strokes.  One.  Something.  ANYTHING.”

“And that would do…  What?…  For me?”

“Uhhh…”

“No.”

“Please?”

“This is not about your pleasure.  It’s about mine.  And what you are suggesting does not please me.  It’s time to get up now.”

“But…”

“NO.”

I can see the battle waging on his face, and it is with a curious mixture of pride and exasperation that he unbends his knees from where they are pinning me captive and moves to lay alongside me.

My chuckle at his plight does not go unnoticed, and I smile at his consternation while savoring the sensation of his hard cock pressing against my outer thigh.

He takes a deep breath – the kind he takes just before a well-formulated plea escapes his lips – and I cut him off before he can begin.

“No.”

A beat of silence.

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Two.

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*whimper*

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.

Oh how I love that sound…

13 thoughts on “Music To My Ears

  1. Ms. Killjoy

    AW YEAH.

    I’ve recently discovered how amazing it feels to grind my clit against the length of his cock. He whines in frustration when I do it. It’s the best!

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  4. KDPierre

    Ah, another gem gleaned from the trending section! So few get understand this dynamic. More folks I discuss spanking with understand THAT, and even kind of understand (if not want) punishment spanking, but having no say in one’s own orgasms seems alien to even the kinkiest of folks.

    But for me this is something more than a hot game, or delicious D/s tease. It’s “the way things are (for me)”. And I’ve been under someone else’s control in this area for so long, that I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be free to do whatever I want whenever I want.

    It has helped immensely to have partners who fully understand and recognize in me the appropriateness of not being “free”. It even helps to read stuff from people like you who feel similarly towards their own partners. It makes something so seemingly strange to so many, seem normal, beneficial, appropriate, and in some ways, not really open to debate. Certain people just don’t get to decide this, your Smotch being one, and me being another. And telling us, ‘No’ more often than ‘yes’ is neither mean, nor unfair. My rare orgasms or even more frequent ones have one thing in common: they all have required permission. And for me, I can’t imagine it any other way? How enjoyable would one be? How satisfying, or special……………if they didn’t require approval?

    Great post!

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    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      *smile*

      Yes.

      And my typical response to people who don’t get it (or don’t want to get it) is, “If you don’t get it, feel free to just not get it.” *laugh* NOBODY gets any sympathy from me…

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