Master and Doll

Playing Dom

~Master's POV~

The front door slammed, drawing my attention to it. Doll stood with his arms crossed, his bag slung over his wrist. He tossed it to the floor and stomped over to me. He straddled my hips and took my wrists in his hands.

"What are you doing?" I grumbled.

"I am enforcing dominance!" I chuckled.

"Why?"

"Because I am the Dom!" he shouts playfully, thrusting his fists into the air.

"No, My Little Doll, you are the Sub."
"No," he shook his head, drawing out the 'o'. "I is the Dom." his voice sounded as if he was speaking to a child. I shake my head sightly.

"Alright, Dom, what would you like me to do?" I ask, attempting to play along, at least for a little while. Doll slowly crawls off my lap, his face full of shock.

"S-strip and l-lay down," he commands in a shaky voice, his face turning slightly pink. I nod and do as told, slowly pulling my clothes from my body, leaving my underwear on and laying down on the couch.

"Like this, Dom?" my eyes fall shut slightly in a lustful expression. A gulp can be heard before a soft pressure lands on my thighs, a tentative hand traces my abs before a small kiss is placed upon my lips. My hands instantly zip down to grab his thighs.

"Master," he moans before catching himself. "No touching!" he slaps my hands away before biting his lip.

"I'm sorry, Dom," I mutter, a devilish smirk on my lips. "But you liked it, so I'm not that sorry."

He glared down at me before capturing my lips in a powerful kiss. I moaned into it and smiled softly when he pulled away.

"Undress me," Doll commanded in a soft voice. I did as told, slowly unbuttoning the buttons of his light blue shirt. I pushed it off his shoulders, though I couldn't help trialing my lips over his collarbone and down to his nipples, which perked up at my touch. Doll moaned, but pushed me away,

"I said no touching," he pouted.

"Forgive me." I slipped my hands to his hips and pulled on the elastic waistband of his leggings. He stood to allow me to push them all the way down. Doll looked down at me from above, his pupils dilated to the point of taking up almost all of his eyes. He pushed his own underwear down, exposing his half hard member and climbed back into my lap. He leaned down and sucked a small mark into my neck. "Master," he whispered before moving down to leave another, and another, and another.

"What're you gonna do to me, Dom?" I asked in what I hoped to be a somewhat fearful but still sexy voice.

"You're going to give me pleasure."
"Easy," I growled.

"But," he added, "You're not allowed to cum," I whined. "Or touch."
I scoffed, "Good luck with that." he hummed.

"Thanks, but I don't need the luck, I just need your dick." I gaped up at him. "Do you like that? Do you like the idea of me using your body for my own pleasure?" he asked, mimicking my words from our last play session. I didn't answer. "Now, where's the lube? I know you hide some in every room of the house." a small blush rose to my cheeks and I nodded towards the tv stand. Doll stood and sauntered over to it, squatting down to open the small cupboard. He returned with the small bottle of lube and popped open the cap. I shivered when he squeezed a large amount into his hand and rubbed it over my aching member.

"Aren't you going to prep yourself, Doll?" he bit his lip and shook his head. He climbed over me and pressed the tip of my member to his hole before slowly lowering himself. His face contorts into one of pain and pleasure mixed together. He moaned when he bottoms out and pressed his shaking hands to my chest.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, nuzzling his face now that it was only inches from my own. He heaved a few breaths before nodding and lifting himself up a little, only to drop back down. I groaned at the feel and struggled to keep my hands from shooting to his hips. This continued for a few minutes, Doll clearly fighting to keep himself from giving me control. 

Another fifteen or so minutes pass before his lips are falling open to breathe my name."Master," my eyes scanned his face, "I can't," he breathed. Once my brain registered the words I had pulled him off of me and switched our positions. I slowly eased back in and Doll moaned at the feel.

"Doll," I groaned as I rolled my hips before starting a quick shallow pace for us to hold.

"Master," he moaned back, his head falling back against the sofa with a soft thwop. His voice shattered into groans, whimpers, pants, and moans. A tingling began in my stomach, informing me my orgasm was coming. I settled my weight against one of my arms and reached the other down to wrap around Doll's twitching member. I stroked it a few times before moving to swipe a bit of the precome from the tip, spending extra time paying attention to that part of his cock. His hands flew into my hair and tugged it. I took this as a cue to lower my head and suck on his neck, leaving fresh marks over the slowly fading old ones. I moved my hand over his member again and slowly sped up its movements to better match the pace of my hips. Doll screamed and his fluttering hole clenched around my member and his cock sputtered thick ropes over my hand and our chests. I groaned and stroked him through it, trying to fight off my own oncoming orgasm. I bit down on the flesh before me and released my load deep inside Doll, my body going lax when I was done. We both sat for a few minutes just trying to catch our breaths. When my breath had somewhat evened out I moved so I wasn't crushing Doll and pulled out. I ran a finger through his release and held it to his lips; to which they fell open and his bright pink tongue flicked out to taste. He moaned and sucked the digit past his lips, swirling his tongue and reminding me what his mouth was best at. My cock jerked and threatened to fill back out at the activities.

"We should clean up, love." Doll shook his head and released my finger, nuzzling himself against my chest.

Guess that means I'm the Dom again.

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