I wondered if either one of us was going to have the balls to make a move. Over an hour had passed since we started watching football, and there was still a decent amount of space between us on his couch.
After weeks of talking, all I wanted was for him to kiss me so I’d know whether or not there was any real chemistry between us.
As comfortable as I was with him, I couldn’t find the courage to make the first move – instead, I grabbed another slice of pizza from the box sitting on his ottoman and shoved it in my mouth.
When my eyes finally shifted from the TV to him, I realized he was smirking. It was as if he could read my mind and knew I was hungrier for him than that pizza. Still, he kept his distance.
Was he playing hard to get? If so, this was new to me. Usually men tried to rip my clothes off the first chance they could get, yet he was taking his sweet old time and I didn’t like it.
Fuck it, I thought. I’m going for it.
It was then that I threw the slice of pizza I’d been holding back in the box, slid myself closer to him on the couch, grabbed his face with my hands, and hastily kissed him.
As our tongues swirled around in eachother’s mouths I completely lost myself. It was one of the most passionate kisses I’d ever experienced.
He let out the tiniest grunt of approval so I’d know he was into it too.
As I manouvered my body on top of his, I could feel his hands getting tangled in my hair. He pulled me closer to him by my head, and my scalp tingled with pleasure.
Now I wanted him even more.
While the kissing was definitely hot, I decided to take things a step further and slide my hand between his thighs to see how into me he really was.
But as I did, he clenched my hair in his hands and pulled my head back – HARD.
I opened my eyes and glared at him with a furrowed brow, while he stared back at me grinning.
Did this fucker just pull my hair?!
I really wasn’t sure how to take it, as it was the first time a guy had pulled my hair before. I decided to brush it off as an accident to avoid any awkwardness, and continued on with my seduction.
But when I started to move my hand up his thigh again he yanked my head back even harder to stop me.
“Not yet” he moaned. “Not ’til I say when.”
Holy shit, this is a little kinky. He’s seriously pulling my hair on purpose – and I kind of like it!
At this point he flipped me over so he was on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head with one of his hands, and caressing my face with his other. He stopped and affectionately looked me in the eyes to read whether or not I was into it.
Though I wasn’t exactly sure if I was, I lifted my lips up to his anyway to let him know I was willing to keep going.
With all of his weight on me now and my arms unable to move, he was in complete control. I was beginning to see he preferred things that way. Part of me was anxious about being so vulnerable, but another part of me liked someone else taking over control.
My day to day life is filled with making to decisions. It was nice to let someone else take the wheel.
I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensations of his kiss. As he swirled his tongue around mine, he slowly moved one of his hands under my shirt. I moaned with anticipation of what was to come – until he pinched my nipple and I cried out in pain.
I was NOT anticipating that.
And then he pinched it again even harder, only what suprised me this time was not the pain, but that I moaned because I kind of liked it.
What kind of woman was I to be enjoying things like having my hair pulled and my nipples pinched? A bit embarassed and flustered by my reaction to what had just happened, I slowly opened my eyes to see his face and once again he was smiling.
“I knew you’d like that.”
Holy hell his confidence was hot. I’d never met a man that was so willing to let his freak flag fly, let alone be confident enough that I’d also enjoy holding it with him.
Sure I’d encountered men that were into some weird shit before, but none of them had owned it and that’s what usually made things awkward.
This man’s confidence pulled a freak flag out of me I wasn’t even aware I was hiding.
As things progressed that night, he took me places I didn’t even know I wanted go.
While driving home the next morning, I replayed the events over and over again in my mind, trying to wrap my head around what had happened. The independent part of me was slightly ashamed of how much I enjoyed being controlled by a man in the bedroom.
After all, I’d worked hard to free myself from the confines of my last serious relationship.
But somewhere deep inside of me I still craved moments of being told what to do – where someone else called the shots and I had little choice but to follow them.
I could sit and judge myself, or I could accept the fact that what I wanted in the bedroom wasn’t always going to be vanilla – and that’s okay.
Sometimes a girl needs a little strawberry while having her hair pulled.
Being dominated that night was a fantasy I didn’t know I needed fulfilled – yet somehow he did.
I walked around the next day with a smile on my face and a set of Spongebob Bandaids covering my chafed nipples – proof that amatuer S&M is rarely as sexy as a chapter from Fifty Shades of Gray, but it can still be a whole lot of fun if you’re doing it with the right person.
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