Cute Girls

When Doms Collide

They met online, initially. Each was intrigued by the other. She was used to running her men. He was used to being in control. It suited them both. Yet still a fascination remained.

They had conversations like

[19:55] ivorydragon30: i don’t think you could handle me

[19:56] ivorydragon30: and that is honest truth

[19:56] __Tony__: *laughs*

[19:56] __Tony__: I think the reverse is more likely.

[19:57] ivorydragon30: tell me what makes you so special

[19:57] __Tony__: You’ll see someday, maybe.

[19:58] ivorydragon30: brb

[19:58] __Tony__: k, me too.

[20:15] ivorydragon30: you seem like the sweet type. that’s cute, but it never lasts with me.

[20:20] __Tony__: You SO cannot draw conclusions about me based on our conversations to date. Sometimes I’m sweet in bed. Sometimes I’m animalistic.

[20:21] __Tony__: Sometimes I’m feeling aggressive and will hold your wrists and throw you around.

[20:21] ivorydragon30: really…do tell about your animalistic side….

[20:21] ivorydragon30: yes

[20:21] __Tony__: oh shit. It’s intense.

[20:21] ivorydragon30: call me dirty names…

[20:21] __Tony__: mmmhmm

[20:21] ivorydragon30: pull my hair so i can take it deeper

[20:21] ivorydragon30: scream for gods that show no mercy…

[20:21] __Tony__: If you act like a whore, I’ll treat you like my whore.

[20:22] ivorydragon30: i like to suck on a mans finger when he is in me

[20:22] ivorydragon30: does that make me a naughty girl…

[20:22] __Tony__: When I tap into that energy, and let that beast out of its cage completely, it takes over. Don’t expect to have any control, unless you can physically overpower me. And I’m 5′ 11″ and weigh 200.

[20:23] ivorydragon30: i am not afraid…

[20:24] ivorydragon30: could you really handle me though?

[20:24] ivorydragon30: i not only fuck you ..but your mind too

[20:24] __Tony__: You can’t fuck my mind.

[20:24] ivorydragon30: you SO can’t say that mr. tony

[20:24] ivorydragon30: you have no idea what i am capable of doing to a man

[20:25] __Tony__: You don’t know me…yet.

They danced, and fenced, and tested one another online for another two months, until the time was right. They met for drinks, and the attraction was undeniable. Each sought to conquer the other. Their first kiss, in the elevator on the way to her room, was explosive. God had given her the gift of soft lips and a penetrating tongue, and she learned everything she needed to know from the way his tongue moved with hers. She was breathless when it ended, her pussy throbbing with need. It strengthened her resolve to take him over. The twenty yard walk to the room was too long, and they arrived there in a tangled mess of searching hands and tongues.

He gripped her pussy through her panties and smiled at the sound she made. She got her card in the slot and the door opened. He picked her up and slammed the door with his ankle, then threw her to the bed.

She smiled. His little dominant gesture did not faze her. He had no idea what he was getting into. As he fell on her, her hands went for his shirt, ripping it open and sending buttons flying. He bit into her neck as they wrestled for position.

She was strong, and fought like a wildcat. She slammed him into the wall and went for his belt. As she unbuckled it, he grabbed her by the elbows and flipped her arms skyward, pulling her top from her. She resumed work on his pants, unzipping him and feeling his thick cock for the first time.

He hit her with an explosive shove to the chest and she fell onto her back. Before she could sit up he had already reached up and slipped her panties from her. She was angry and dripping wet. She raised herself on all fours.

He laughed. “That’s the position I like seeing you in,” he said, removing his pants and underwear. He didn’t notice that she was coiled like a spring, and didn’t anticipate the lunge that knocked him prone, slamming his head against the headboard. Momentarily stunned, he blinked.

She mounted him then, his thickness filling her up as she triumphantly rode the man. The sensation between her legs was incredible, and she spilled her anger out all over him. “Dom indeed,” she thought. “Look at him lay there.”

Her tight pussy worked his cock, making it even harder than he thought possible. He reached up and slapped her hard, driving her back with his other hand, sitting up and pushing her flat on her back. He knelt there, driving into her, pulling her arms out from under her as she struggled to get up.

The slap felt so good, and she was impressed with the way he had her in position. There was something attractive about a man who could hold his own with her. It had never happened before. His hand was on her breast now, and she took his wrist, bringing his hand to her face, and began to suck on one of his fingers. Her body immediately responded to the new sensation, and she felt a rising exigency in her cunt that would soon have its jarring release! She sucked furiously and felt the waves of pleasure expand through her body, as he fucked her.

He felt how close she was and used his thumb to suddenly press down on her clit. That was all she needed and she bucked against him furiously in an expansive orgasm. He used her momentary state of self-focus to flip her over, pull her waist off the bed, and fuck her from behind. He held her down with his left hand and pulled her hair with his right. Still coming, she didn’t have the strength to fight him and submitted to his entry. She laid there, catching her breath, as he fucked her hard from behind. It was so good, but how would she deal with a man that fought for control every time? Part of it was vexing, but another part was sexy. She liked this man. She also knew there was more than one way to skin a cat. As another orgasm approached, she began moaning.

Her sounds were turning him on, and he swelled inside her, close to his own release. They came together, him exploding inside her, emptying his seed into her. He pulled out and she flipped over, spreading her legs for him with a giggle. “Okay,” she said blushing, eyes downcast. “You win. I’m yours. I just want one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Will you taste me, please?”

He looked at her, spread out before him, finally willing to submit to him, admitting that she was conquered. He was never more aroused than now.

“Oh, please, Tony. Please?”

Her begging excited him and he shoved a finger inside of her. “Whose are you?” he asked.

“Oh, God, I’m yours. Yours!” her voice had a delicious whine, and he bent to her, running his tongue around her clit over and over until she could take no more.

He fell upon her triumphantly, his cock hardening again, to fully claim his prize. She took his wrists and pulled them up over her head, giving his hands the wrought iron headboard to brace himself with as he fucked her. He bent to her neck and bit at it, not hearing the click of the handcuffs until it was too late. His look of lust became shock as he looked at his manacled wrists.

She smiled, and began to wriggle out from under him. He fought on, pinning her beneath him with his insistent thrusts. She took his cock 15 or 16 more times before she finally was free.

He laid there, and she whispered in his ear “I may not be physically stronger, but I’m smarter, and here you lie, waiting for my pleasure. Like it or not, you’re mine now, and I won’t let you go until you admit it.”

“Then we’re going to be here a long time,” he said with a feral grin.

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