by Ruby Ryder and Zach Allen
I’m gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles are white. I just spent 45 minutes at the shooting range trying to clear my head and I couldn’t. You know why? Because I’m wearing your fucking panties, that’s why.
This is exactly what you wanted though, isn’t it?
Look, don’t get me wrong….last night was incredible, and I have absolutely loved exploring this new dominant side of yours. It gets so raw between us, so emotional…it’s almost therapeutic. But fuck, a man can only take so much! When you asked me to put on your pink lace thong before I left for the range I thought, sure, that’s harmless and kinda hot. No one will be the wiser. And if you get off on it, maybe I’ll get lucky again when I get back.
But you knew exactly what you were doing.
I couldn’t twist or turn without having the little thong part rub against my already tender asshole. Every mag reload I felt it ride up on me. Every time I bent over to pick up brass, I got nervous someone would see the pink edge at the top of my jeans. The way that small triangle of fabric held my cock felt so fucking good that I kept getting distracted. I couldn’t move without being constantly reminded…of last night.
I was balled up in your arms, a puddle of a man after you were finished with me. I’d fallen in love with your nice new thick pink cock. And you knew it.
Do you know what that kind of shit does to a man like me? Letting you take control like that? Letting you see me like that? Of course you do. That’s why you made me wear the panties, isn’t it? To remind me of who’s in charge.
Well you’re not gonna get away with turning the tables on me that easy. I know exactly what I’m gonna do when I get home. I’m gonna walk right through the door, pull down your jeans, bend you over and just take you. It’s definitely time to reestablish who the alpha is in this house! Seems like you’ve forgotten.
By the time I pull into the driveway I’ve pretty much erased from my awareness the fact that I am still wearing your panties. I get out of the car and storm to the door; a man on a mission. I swing the door open wide and call out your name.
“Ruby!! Where are you!?”
“Up here!” You reply. I look over at the mirror on the wall just inside the door to reassure myself. My 6’2” muscular frame and the stern look on my face reinforce my intentions. I head upstairs and swing open the master bedroom door. What I see stops me in my tracks. You are wearing a full business suit. You’ve never worn anything like that before!
What the fuck is this? You have me out and about wearing your panties and you’re in here wearing a suit and a tie?
Fuck, no!
“Take it off.” My voice is serious.
“What?” You’re confused.
“You heard me, take that shit off!”
“No, baby, I thought we could…”
I cut you off by grabbing you and spinning you around. I unbuckle your belt and slide your pants down to your knees. I push you over the bed and slide my fucking boxers down to expose your fine, round ass.
Another surprise. You’re wearing that fucking strap-on again! You have got to be joking me. Fuck, no! I grab your hair and bring your ear close to my mouth. You struggle underneath me but it’s no contest.
“Who’s the man here? Who’s in charge?” I growl at you.
“Me!” You whisper defiantly, and laugh.
“Really? We will see about that.” I hiss the words into your ear.
I unbuckle my own pants while pinning you down. I manage to get them off, along with my shoes, but I get too impatient and leave the panties on. I stretch the lace easily to the side, grab my raging cock and slide right inside you with one rough stroke. You’re soaking wet! You whimper and then purr with pleasure.
You’ve spent so much time fucking me the past two weeks, your pussy’s probably feeling a bit neglected. You let out a low moan that instantly makes me twice as hard. The moment is intensely satisfying for me. This is the way it should be; me fucking you.
That’s right. I’m the boss, here. I’m in charge. I don’t say the words out loud. It’s enough to hear them in my head.
I start to fuck you wild and hard, exactly the way you love it. I take long deep strokes, slap your ass and pull your hair while I fuck you. It doesn’t take long for you to come. Your cunt spasms around my cock and grips it in time with the waves of pleasure rolling over you. Apparently, being dressed up in that ridiculous suit and thinking about fucking me when I arrived home got you all manner of turned on.
But I turned the tables on you, didn’t I?!
I reach for your clit, going for number two, and get a handful of your cock instead. Damn. The feeling of it in my hand turns me on incredibly.
I grunt, pick you up in my arms and lay you on the bed on your back. Your legs over my shoulders. I’m standing up with you hanging just a bit off the edge. I start to fuck you again. God, you feel good. But I catch sight of your big pink cock and I can’t stop looking at it. You catch me staring at it, and trying not to. You reach down and start stroking it, slow and sensual-like. I pretend not to notice. I look down at you, still wearing the top half of your suit and tie, calmly stroking your cock as I fuck you. Your cheeks are flushed and your dark hair is splayed out all over the pillow. You look so fucking hot. I can tell you’re enjoying getting fucked but a slow smirk is crawling across your face. My pace slows down. I refuse to meet your eyes. I put the suit, your smirk, your cock, last night…all of it, out of my mind and concentrate on fucking you.
“Nice undies…” you say.
“Thank you, Ma’am.” It escapes my lips before I even realize it. It stops me dead in my tracks. What the fuck did I just say? Fucking hell, you have me conditioned! I look down at you, your face beaming with a confident smile.
“Damn it, Ruby!” My voice has a tortured quality to it that surprises me.
You reach up, gently place your hand on the back of my neck and pull me in close.
“Shh, shh, shh. There, there, baby…It’s okay.” Your words are soft and soothing. I let you pull me close.
Then I pull out of you, pause, and look at you, at myself, at this whole situation. I’m still wearing your little pink thong, and you have a nice thick cock in your hand. Realizations begin to surface.
It dawns on me for the first time that you aren’t doing this just for your own pleasure. This isn’t only about you getting off by dominating me. This is about both of us. It’s about the thrills of changing places and the intense deepening between us that has resulted from playing this way. I love being submissive to you! And I love it when you fuck me. I thought it was just something for fun, something temporary. But it’s clear that this is here to stay for a while. You get to watch your powerful, masculine guy let down all his defenses and welcome you deep inside him. And me? Fuck me if I don’t love being…taken. Fucked until I can’t stand any more pleasure.
I pick you up and lay you tenderly in the middle of the bed. Then I climb on top of you, straddling you and bumping up against your cock. I take you in my arms and start to tell you how much you mean to me and what I just figured out.
“I’m so sorry Ma’am. I just…” You cut me off with a deep and passionate kiss. Then you pull back and give me a look filled with love.
“It’s okay, baby. I understand. I know what you were trying to do.” You smile at me.
“But you still need to learn your lesson, big guy.” My eyes are filled with questions but I don’t voice them. I just wait. You hand me the lube.
“Lube up my cock.” This is something that you have done up until now. I’ve been too weirded out by it to do it for you. This time I don’t hesitate.
“Yes Ma’am.” I lather it up and get it nice and slippery. You pull my thong, your thong, to the side and slide deep inside my ass, pushing me down on it so I am riding you. The feeling of being penetrated is always initially a little overwhelming and I want nothing more than to bury my face in your shoulder but I don’t. I don’t break eye contact. I know how much you love to watch me when you first push into my ass. You smile at my open-mouthed passion.
Very quickly, though, the pace quickens and you start fucking me harder. You’re matching every bit of power and speed that I was fucking you with earlier and it’s beginning to completely take me over. I lean forward and bury my head in your neck. With the new angle, you quicken your speed and depth. All I can manage is a constant, rhythmic moan until you grab what you can of my short blond hair and pull my ear to your lips.
“Tell me, Zach…who’s in charge?
“Yo…you..”
“What was that? I can’t hear you!”
“ You…you are, Mmm….ohhhhhh fuck……”
“Speak up, Zach! I want to hear you say it.” You bark orders at me.
I take a full, deep breath. “YOU ARE MA’AM! YOU ARE IN CHARGE!”
“Good boy.” You take a couple more full deep strokes then suddenly stop. You slide out of me. I’m left gasping for air on your chest.
“What…what’s wrong…why did you stop?”
“I’m in charge, and I told you that you were being punished. You’re not coming.”
“What!? Why not?“
“I. Own. You. You’re allowed to have these little outbursts but they will not go unpunished.” You push my chest back. “Now lay down next to me, baby.”
I roll off you to the side, disappointed. My cock is throbbing almost painfully and my ass feels sadly empty. You’re acting all commanding again and it’s so fucking hot I can hardly stand it. Makes me want to come even more, if that were possible.
“Yes Ma’am.” I cuddle up to you and lay my head on your chest. My attitude is resigned but my passion is a raging hot fire just under the surface. It’s hard to be still.
“You will stay in those panties the rest of the night. And only those panties. We’ll finish up later.”
Dammit! This was not how I expected things to turn out when I came charging in the door a while ago from the range. That moment seems long ago and far away at this point.
“Don’t worry, Zach. You will get to come tonight, but I’ll decide when. For now, go warm up some of that leftover Thai food and bring it back. Open a bottle of champagne, too, and bring a couple of glasses.”
Trying to compose myself, I tuck my half-hard cock, still glistening with your juices, back under the pink lace fabric of your thong….which now feels like my thong.
I ‘will get to come tonight’, you said. I glanced at the clock. 6:45PM. Knowing you, that could mean 11:59PM. I just have to last about 5 hours. I can do that.
“Yes Ma’am.” I look up and kiss your cheek. I rest my head down on your shoulder for a moment and play with your tie while looking at your big beautiful cock and thinking about how our relationship has just taken a very interesting turn…
Then I get up and head to the kitchen.
©Ruby Ryder and Zach Allen