Moving Gently Toward Control

Part One Morning light filtered through the gap in the curtains as she turned toward him, resting her drowsy head against his chest. She had allowed him to remain unlocked. As they stirred awake together and he savored the sensation of her smooth skin bare beside his own, arousal began to rise within him. She felt it coming on; her hands wandered lazily over him, instinctively locating his cock—her cock now, she reminded herself. “I want you to lock yourself up this morning and hand me the key,” she instructed. “Get ready for a long confinement.” Her tone was gentle yet authoritative, offering no further explanation. “May I take care of myself briefly before locking up, please?” he asked hopefully. She paused her caress, then squeezed his cock firmly enough that his groan turned into an ‘Ow!’. “Don’t you remember?” she snapped, stoking him hard with each word. “The mess you made last time? You didn’t even hold out for thirty seconds.” As she scolded him, her hand continued to stroke and squeeze. He couldn’t help himself this time either; he tensed up and ejaculated, his hot seed splashing onto her body. She placed a hand on his head and guided him down under the covers. “You know what to do,” she said. “Yes miss, thank you, thank you so much,” he sighed with delight as he kissed his way along her length.