I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. "Okay," I promised. "I love you too. Sorry, I have no idea what to say. I'm so happy right now."

After that, we tried to make some plans for transferring my stuff over. I say 'tried' because we kept getting distracted. We'd look at each other, grin, and completely lose our train of thought. Every time that happened, I'd feel a warm wellspring of emotion bubble deep within me, and I'd giggle like a complete idiot. This whole thing was completely typical of Malcolm. He read my mind, figured out what I wanted, and did something amazing.

'And now, finally, I'll never have to say goodbye to him again!'

When we gave up on that and settled into bed, it was starting to feel real to me. I'd actually thought of it as 'our' bed, not just 'his.' Sleepily, I snuggled under his arm.

"You know, back when you had room mates, I used to be really jealous of them," I said with a yawn.

"Really? I always thought you got on well with them when you visited." He started playing with my hair in a way that felt very relaxing.

"I did. Chris especially, he was great. Still, back in those days in college, I wished that was me. They got to hang out with you all the time, and I had to hear about the good times afterwards."

I wasn't expecting us to have sex that night. We never do anything bondage related after drinking, and the night didn't seem to be going in that direction anyway. On the other hand, it was pretty common for us to watch Netflix while cuddling in bed, so I wasn't surprised at all when he brought his tablet out.

But I was pretty surprised when he loaded up Pornhub.

"Speaking of the old days, remember how we used to do this?" He casually navigated to his favorite videos list, which was jam packed with eye opening titles.

"Of course I remember how we met," I said, sleepiness forgotten. "But I'm pretty sure we never actually shared porn in person. Pretty sure I'd remember us jerking off together."

Malcolm laughed and tapped a link half way down his exhibitionism playlist. "The way I remember it, we never even talked about doing anything ourselves."

"Of course not, that would have been too weird."

"Weirder than platonic friends bonding over porn?"

"It would have just made us a bunch of common pervs!"

"As opposed to two closeted pervs enabling each other?"

The video finished buffering, revealing a solo model fumbling with the camera somewhere in a forest. "Exactly, you get it," I said, eyes glued to the tablet. She looked nervous, whoever she was, glancing repeatedly up and down a path while she tried to set the camera up on something. "Is this your way of saying you want to go back to our roots?"

Malcolm shifted, positioning us so that we each had one leg wrapped around the other and our bodies next to each other. "Yes and no. I like the idea, but I think we can add a bit of our modern selves to it."

I found myself admiring her a lot. As nervous and jumpy as she was, she had a ton of courage getting out and doing this. Exhibitionism was her thing, and she'd gone outside her comfort zone of fantasies and was actually doing it. The way she was breathing, she was either out of breath or really turned on. Judging from her fit build and toned abs, it wasn't the first one.

Malcolm's hand materialized between my legs, and I automatically spread them wider to welcome him. I expected him to tease me, but uncharacteristically, he pressed my labia open and went right for my clit. I shivered at his touch, feeling warm pleasure press into me far faster than my fingers ever managed. If he was working me up quickly, that could only mean one thing.

"You're not going to let me cum tonight, are you Sir?"

"No, I'm not," he said, the dominant smile clear as day in his voice. That's all it took, just three little words, and he'd effectively bound me totally within his control. Just like I'd been every second of every day since handing control of my sex drive and orgasms to him, but saying it out loud had an effect on both of us. Exercising his dominance over me flipped Malcolm's switch, and his possessiveness over me got my waterworks pumping.

The heroine had found a clearing with some bushes to hide from the path behind. She'd squatted down and started masturbating, one hand between her legs and the other squeezing her breasts, her eyes darting between the camera and the path. Clearly, she was imagining both the people who would watch the video seeing her, and imagining people materializing to see her in person. The possibility of being discovered seemed to both terrify and thrill her.

The fingers playing on my clit stopped for a second as Malcolm found my hand and guided it across his body to his cock. Without any need for words, I got the message and started massaging him to hardness. He felt warm in my hand, expanding into my grip quickly and only getting hotter.

It made me feel that much more sensitive to his touch. Feeling him grow and throb was so erotic, my cum denied pussy quickly soaked herself. Malcolm circled my clit firmly, clearly wanting to get me hot fast. Still, something about the scene, both of us enjoying porn together, was so casual, it almost felt inappropriate to be getting worked up. Almost like if I'd gotten all wet during a Netflix and chill session. It felt naughty, and I liked it.

In the video, a group appeared on the trail in the distance. They were oblivious to the naked woman hidden deep in the trees and bushes, but the second she saw them, her hand snapped into light speed fucking herself and her wetness became audible through the speakers.

"Sounds like she wishes they'd find her," Malcolm observed.

"Yeah. I kinda hope they do too, For her sake."

"Oh fuck, can you imagine being in her spot if they did?"

"It would be fucking awesome. An exhibitionist like her getting caught in the act? She'd probably cum hard enough to be picked up on the Richter scale."

Pressure built inside me, pleasure intensifying just behind my clit driving me to the edge of a huge orgasm. I squirmed, half trying to escape Malcolm's fingers and half trying to rub myself against them even harder. He played with my pussy like a sound board he knew all the keys to, drawing moans, groans and heavy pants from me at his whim.

Fantasies of doing something like this had floated around my head for as long as I'd known I was attracted to Malcolm. There'd been so many nights we'd sent porn between us as casually as normal people send cat videos, playing it cool and acting like we weren't using it as fap material, and I'd gone to sleep longing for his touch. All those years of buildup, as much as anything else, made this situation incredibly hot to me.

And it must have had an effect on Malcolm too. He had grown to full mast much faster than normal, and was panting right along with me before the end of the video.

"You're already close, Sir?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah."

"Fucking quick shot," I teased, massaging the sensitive spot under his head.

"What does that make you? You've been on the edge for a minute already," he pointed out.

"My dom hasn't let me cum in almost two weeks. What's your excuse?"

The video ended, the model quivering with the effort of keeping her orgasmic voice down, and I turned just in time to see Malcolm's wolfish smile. "I'm playing with a pussy that hasn't been allowed to cum in almost two weeks, and that's holding herself back because she's obedient to me."

He lightly squeezed my clit, rolling it between his fingers in a way that made my eyes roll back in my head and my cunt clench in desperation for release. "Touche, Sir."

"Your turn."

He propped the tablet so I could type, one handed, into the search bar. Most people would probably have had to think about it for a few seconds at least. I've gotta believe that I'm in the minority of people who would know, straight off the top of her head, exactly what video to show her boyfriend and exactly what key phrases to enter in order to bring it to the top. I tilted the tablet my way and hit the full screen button before Malcolm could see the title.

There's this thing I struggle with where I can't seem to sit through an entire porn video. Whatever it reveals about me, I can't stop myself from skipping forward to the best parts and swapping erratically between multiple tabs at once. I must not be the only one either, because some genius went and created split screen compilation videos with multiple screens going at once. The one I selected was divided into three segments, each one playing a different clip. Each clip only lasted a minute or so, and it was staggered out so that one third of the screen was always at a climax while the other two progressed towards it, before cycling to a new clip.

In this particular case, we found ourselves instantly flooded with one scene of a very rough blowjob, another with a sub getting spanked hard enough to leave handprints, and a third with a woman who looked as tall and defined as me tied to a sybian struggling to escape the jackhammer vibrations between her legs.

"This is so perfect for you," Malcolm laughed, which was abruptly cut short by my intensified stroking. "Are you hoping I'll get some ideas?"

"That depends, which side are you watching?"

He laughed again, his cock throbbing slightly with each burst of mirth, "You ask that as if you wouldn't love being any of them."

"Just wait till the cunt torture clips come on," I said, rocking my hips so my pussy rubbed harder into his hand.

"Oh, that's what you want?" He slapped playfully, not enough to hurt at all, but more than enough to send a shock through my clit and make me jump. "You want me to torture your most sensitive spots?" He slapped again, a little harder, the impact making a sound that betrayed how wet I was. "I'll take that as a yes." He went back to circling my clit, his well-practiced fingers flooding heat through my core. Then, he dropped his voice and whispered huskily in my ear, "It isn't enough for you that your pussy is as hot as a fire, your clit is engorged to twice its normal size, and there is absolutely no orgasm coming to save you? You think you can handle me torturing your pussy with pain, on top of all the ache and frustration you suffer for me from pleasure?"

I couldn't answer. My voice kind of failed me, and I just communicated my 'YES!' by stroking him faster.

He seemed to understand. He kept using that voice, the same voice he used so often during our hypnosis sessions, to keep a teasing commentary going of possibilities from the clips. "Mmm, is that what you had in mind? Me spreading you open, drawing your clit out with gentle sucks and licks, then closing a clamp on it and leaving it there while fucking you senseless? Or maybe you're imagining yourself in her spot? Bent over my legs, your ass stinging from that leather slapper, holding your legs open so I can make your pussy sting too?"

As he spoke, precum coated his cock and he thrust into my hand, the fantasies clearly turning him on just as much as they did me. It was all I could do not to cum. My clit throbbed for it, my pussy clenched and hot desire roared inside me dying to get out. But, even more than that, I loved the desire in his voice. As much as he teased me, I loved knowing that he was imaging himself doing all those things to me, that he wanted me to be his submissive through all those possibilities, and I loved feeling the results in his rapidly throbbing cock.

Being obedient for him was never a selfless act. He always made me feel just how much it did to him. Every time I was denied, it's as if the orgasm I didn't have got transferred over to him and he came even harder, which was the greatest thank you he could possibly give me. I played into it, letting my voice flood with the strain and desperation I felt as I tried to describe what was going on inside me. How fucking amazing his fingers felt in my cunt, how hard it was not to cum, and how I actually didn't want him to make me because I could feel him leaking precum and I wanted him to explode even harder.

It must have worked! Suddenly, he dropped the tablet and grabbed his spot in my hair. He quickly pulled me down, guiding me down under the covers. I got my lips wrapped around his cock just in time. With two strokes and a lick under his head, he burst. Cum flooded into me, awkwardly pooling in my cheek because of the weird angle but feeling no less glorious.

My clit throbbed and my arousal spiked all over the place. It was so possessive, he was being so possessive of me, it nearly sent me over the edge. He could have cum all over himself and cleaned himself off afterwards, but no. I was there, and his instinct was to grab me and cum in my mouth instead. He didn't need to ask or worry I wouldn't want to swallow, he knew exactly how much it turned me on. He just grabbed me and used me like the owned submissive I loved being for him.

No matter how many times we did this, it never got old. Hearing his groans and the way his breath caught, feeling his core tense like he was trying to do a sit-up, tasting the salty hot proof of his pleasure -- it always made me feel like I'd done something fantastic for him.

He wrapped me in his arms, and I hugged him back, both of us struggling to get our breaths back. "I think we'll need to make a habit out of that."

My body still burned with desire. My heart beat, and I could feel every surge of blood resonate in my clit and cunt lips. The urge to fuck coursed through me, the taste of sex lingered in my mouth and stickiness coated the back of my throat, but at the complete defiance of my body, I felt relaxed. Malcolm was happy, his eyes half closed gazing lovingly into mine, and that gave me a sense of peace that drowned out everything else.

"Yeah, I think we will."

His body unwound more, settling back into the pillows and sleepily running an affectionate hand through my hair, "I really love you, Devyn."

"I love you too, Sir." I paused, then added for the benefit of my body, "but we're not replacing sex with just jerking off, right?"

The corners of his mouth twisted, faintly showing his sadistic smile for a second. "Of course not. I did just promise you a bunch of fantasies, and you know I always keep my promises."

My mind raced through everything he'd said, and I smiled with him. "All of it?"

"All of it. After all, we have tons of time now."

"We do!" I sighed contentedly, "we finally do."

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How do I get my boyfriend to be more dominant?

Unsurprisingly, Google had a ton of results that weren't helpful. Cosmopolitan, for example, had a few. The best that can ever be said for Cosmopolitan is that it's consistent. It actually defies logic, how consistent they are. After printing as much junk as they have, at a statistical level, they should have gotten lucky at least once and had a gem by now. If that hidden gem exists, it certainly isn't their article on 9 Ways To Get The Rough Sex You Want.

However, somewhat surprisingly, Vivian did find some useful results elsewhere.

One thing every one of them agreed on was to be patient with David. She should try to show him ways submission felt good to her, so he could learn to enable that. Apparently, she should start with day to day types of things within their relationship. Little ways to serve him that triggered her submissiveness, made both of them happy, and hopefully whetted his appetite for more.

Great! Now, all she needed to do was think of ways to do that, and she'd be set. One guide mentioned a few ideas: keeping his spaces tidy for him, bringing him coffee, dressing sexy for him and being sexually available for him. It seemed as good a place as any to start.

Figuring out how to be submissive was hard! It kind of went against everything she was used to. Usually, she didn't have to do any thinking. She just needed to... well, submit, and let her master tell her what to do.

On top of that, everybody agreed that more than anything, she needed to make sure David understood that this is what made her happy. For that to happen, she needed to talk to him, and that had to happen up front.

And so, Vivian sat on her bed next to David's still sleeping form with a cup of coffee in her hand, waiting for him to wake up. There had been two cups of coffee, but she'd nervously drank all of hers already. David slept like a log. As far as she could tell, he hadn't moved an inch since he'd closed his eyes the night before.

It was only as she started to wonder if it was creepy to just be sitting there watching him sleep that he finally woke up. Without opening his eyes, he smiled and said, "that smells heavenly."

He sat up and accepted the cup with much gratitude. For the first few sips, he was oblivious to everything in the world except the coffee cradled delicately in his hands. It was fun watching his expression shift as he looked around and realized what she was wearing. Vivian had on his shirt he had worn the night before, with absolutely nothing underneath it. Honestly, it was something she'd never really understood. It was just a button up collared shirt that was far too big for her, but still. All men seem to think that's the sexiest thing in the world, and David was no exception. His eyes lit up and a goofy smile replaced the coffee-blissed-out one.

"Just something I found laying around," Vivian said with a mischievous smirk.

"It's a hot look on you."

"Thanks."

"Last night was great," he said, then paused for another sip of coffee. "You've got some fun friends."

"I'm really happy you liked them!"

"Of course, what's not to like? Although, I will admit..." David's eyes did a quick lap around Vivian's barely covered body, lingering over her chest poking far out against the masculinely proportioned shirt and her bare legs folded neatly underneath her. "They weren't my favorite part."

Vivian felt herself smile wider. "And what, pray tell, was your favorite part?"

He pretended to think about it, rocking his head from side to side with mock strain. "Would it be too immature to say it was your mouth?"

Vivian laughed, happily. "Not at all!"

"Good, because it was definitely your mouth. You're really fantastic at that."

Vivian glowed a little inside from the praise. "Thanks." She paused, biting her lip. A better opportunity than this probably wasn't going to present itself anytime soon. "That was my favorite part too."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I always thought women didn't get very much from giving head."

"I do." She fidgeted nervously, breaking eye contact to stare at the mug in his hands, then continued. "I'm sexually very submissive. I like giving blowjobs because giving pleasure makes me feel submissive, and I really get off on that." There, just two sentences. It felt like more than that, but it was actually really short, and now it was out there.

David looked thoughtful. Just like last night when she'd mentioned Devyn and Malcolm's tastes, he didn't seem put off at all. It was just new, interesting information to digest. "That makes sense. You mean that in a BDSM way, right? Like, roleplaying?"

He understood! "Yes!" Vivian said, excitedly.

"Gotcha, I've never been with anybody who was into that, so I don't really know very much about it other than the name. I do have some clients who I'm pretty sure are into it, though. At least, they sure