Dominated by a Bully

Trying Something New

My boyfriend had invited me out on a date. We had gone out to the movies after class and then went for a walk in the park. He's always doing sweet things like this and I always felt happy in these moments.

The trouble came a little later on...

We went back to his place and he kissed me clearly wanting more, but I didn't kiss back quiet as much as I usually did. "Is everything alright" he asked and I tried to smile. Yea, everything was fine after all.

I had a sweet boyfriend who took me out on dates. Who texted me all the time. Who checked up on me and took care of me. Everything was fine... But I could feel it, my body wasn't reacting the way it used too to his advances. I wasn't getting as aroused as I used to. But why? I still felt happy around him, I love my boyfriend, that's a fact.

"Yes, everything is fine. I was just wondering if perhaps we could try something a little different today" I suggested thinking maybe that was it. We have been together awhile now, all through high school and into college. Maybe we just needed to change things up a little?

"Of course, we can try anything you want my dear" he said and I smiled. My dear, my love, sweetheart. All terms of endearment that were so common from him. Normally I loved them, when we hung out or texted I loved them. But recently whenever we tried to get intimate, I didn't care for such sweet words anymore. They were almost too sweet?

"I was thinking maybe this time we could try with me on all fours and maybe you can pull my hair?" I asked uncertain how he might react. "Oh um wouldn't that hurt you though" he asked back seeming nervous.

This was a bad idea... I felt it in my heart...

"No... Well maybe... I don't know I guess..." I looked away but Joey pulled me and looked me in the eyes. "If you want to try it we can try it. Just promise me you'll tell me if it's too much ok?" I smiled, oh Joey, oh my sweet love. Always so kind and caring. I loved that about him, but recently whenever I thought of sex with him... Why did he have to be so kind and caring all the time?

I shook the thoughts away. "I promise" I said and he smiled as he stripped down and so did I. Stripping down, it was supposed to be sexy right? It should turn us both on? But as I stripped down as I often did I felt nothing really. I stripped all the time after all. Took my pj's off every morning. Took my cheerleader uniform off everyday, my school outfits off everyday. This wasn't special, just normal...

Again I shook away the thoughts as I turned around and got on the bed on all fours. Like an animal, why did I suggest this? Seemed like such a weird idea, a weird position. I wasn't even sure I'd like it.

I had only ever done it in missionary. Only time I had done anything different was when Barrett... Well but he used me, fucked my mouth like some common whore! Joey he was nicer, more gentle. He was focused on making love to me...

He got behind me and pushed into my pussy as deep as he could. Was it really deep? I didn't really have anything to compare it to... Or anyone...

Anyways, thoughts aside I focused on his new movements. He grabbed a fistful of hair but didn't pull or tug. He placed on hand on my waist and began to thrust. Nice and rhythmic, smooth back and forth motions. It was like missionary honestly, not much different. Except now I could feel my boobs swaying underneath me. Well they swayed a little at least, which was new. That's exciting right?

He kept going for about a minute, maybe a little more when I could tell he was getting tired out. "Love, I think I'm going to cum" he moaned out softly. Already? That was quicker than usual...

"Me too" I lied letting out a soft moan mainly to protect his feelings as he pulled out and moved around in front of me. He held my head in place and gently put his cock in my mouth. It was similar to Barrett. Except Barrett had rammed it in and his grip on my head was strong and firm and...

No, focus on Joey. I looked up at him as he grunted and began to cum down my throat. A few spurts and he was done. I swallowed his cum easily enough, nothing too challenging as he pulled away.

He laid on the bed panting hard. "Dang you were right. That new position was so good!" I smiled, I'm glad he enjoyed himself. I'm glad he was happy. I laid down next to him and cuddled up. "Yea, I'm all tuckered out" I lied.

I felt it in my body. I wanted more, I wanted to keep going, I wanted... Agh, why was this happening to me!? Joey makes me happy all the time... Well almost all the time... Why couldn't he just make me as happy in bed as he did out of bed?

What is wrong with me?