Roseann Discovers Dominance Pt 27

The afternoon of Christmas Eve passed quietly, which at least left us plenty of energy for the evening. We went to Craig's mother's home for dinner and to open gifts. His sister, Virginia, seemed a little surprised when she saw me, either by my height or my existence, perhaps both. She referred to Craig as her 'little brother'. His mother was very quiet, and barely spoke. After supper, she turned the TV on and the four of us watched Christmas specials until it was time to leave.

I guessed this is how many families celebrated Christmas. I'd hoped for something more lively, like the parade of visitors, freely flowing alcohol, and fattening food of Christmases in Bitumen.

At least, tomorrow at home will be more fun

, I thought.

If Mike doesn't show

.

When we returned to the apartment, I was a little depressed by the too-quiet day, and eager to spice things up. We rode the elevator up with another tenant, with whom we exchanged a Merry Christmas. I reached behind the jacket folded over my arm and clutched at Craig's cock through his slacks. It swelled in my hand while the lady chatted on about her evening at her daughter's home.

I maintained my grip on Craig's cock as we walked from the elevator to the apartment door. Once the door closed, I let go and gripped his balls instead, even as he apologized. "I guess this evening has been dull for you. I'm sorry, but that's all the family I have. A lively woman like you should have more fun at Christmas." He gasped as I gave his balls an extra squeeze. "Be careful," he said. "Those things are full."

"Hey, if Christmas isn't about family," I said, "what is it about? But I don't intend to let the day pass without a little fun." I breathed hot breath in his ear while loosening his zipper and fumbling for the fly of his boxer shorts. His cock popped out, half-erect, and I wrapped my fingers around it.

"Now kiss me, you fool!" I whispered in his ear. "Make me want you." Our lips met, and we kissed so deeply and intensely that I let go his cock so I could wrap both arms around his neck. I bent to his kiss and tasted his mouth, running the tip of my tongue along his lips. Normally, I loved being so much taller than him, but now I kicked off my heels so I could kiss with more force.

"God, I love kissing you," I whispered. When I finally released him, my head spun. "And it makes you hard, too." I giggled and flipped his cock back and forth with my finger. "What are we going to do with this tonight? After all, it's Christmas, and nearly midnight. Any suggestions?"

"Don't you want a nice backrub and an orgasm or two?"

"I get that every night. How about a little imagination? Surely, there's some fantasy you've been wanting fulfilled? Even slaves get something special at Christmas."

He averted his eyes and half-whispered, "I love it when you use your mouth on me."

"Mm. I like that idea. Lots of room for creativity there. But I don't want to end up with a mouthful. I'll tease you, and you have to discipline yourself so there's no accidents."

"Anything," he gasped. "Just kiss and lick my penis. Please?"

I made him strip, and pushed him on his back on the mattress. I shed my own clothes and knelt beside him, gently stroking his cock.

"Such a handsome thing. And the tip is so nice and silky. Sometimes I'm tempted to take it all the way. But look--it's getting all wet." Male lubrication was not semen, and I liked its faint taste and slippery texture. I reached with the tip of my tongue to collect it while Craig groaned and squirmed. I held his cock in my fist and moved with him, so for all this thrusting, he couldn't push into my mouth.

Feeling more aggressive, I licked the swollen glans with the flat of my tongue. That always drove him crazy, and he thrashed and moaned and begged incoherently.

I pressed his cock against his belly and licked the length of it. He reacted with a cry of frustration each time my tongue reached the spot just below the glans. Feeling more wicked by the minute, I concentrated my efforts there.

"I'm going to come!"

"I think not." I backed off and watched his cock twitch and sway about like a palm tree in the wind.

"I'm so close!" he gasped.

"But you should know I won't bring you off with my mouth. I'm not being cruel. I've got good reasons. You know that."

"Oh, God, please! Just this one time?"

A thought entered my mind. "If I hold your penis against your belly and lick, I can make you come, but I wouldn't have to catch your juice in my mouth. I'd just let it spurt onto your belly while I kept licking. Is that a good idea, or what? Maybe I can get a patent on it."

"RoseAnn, please. Yes!" His voice rose in pitch. "Anything!" Had I ever frustrated him this much? Once more, I trailed the very tip of my tongue from the root of his cock to the tip. He bucked his hips and cried out again.

"Do you want me to?" I whispered.

"Yes, yes."

"How about licking me afterward? Do you need that?" I licked his cock again.

"Oh, God, RoseAnn, please don't do this to me." I glanced up at him, and his eyes were squeezed shut. We'd played this word game before.

"Do you need to lick me? Yes or no."

"Yes, you know I do. I always need that."

"So you

need

to lick me, but you only

want

to get off on my tongue?"

"RoseAnn...don't! Please don't."

I suppressed a giggle. "Aren't needs more important than wants? Don't you agree? I think I should take care of your needs first," I whispered. "Things you

want

are just selfish."

I licked him some more, and stopped abruptly, rising to my knees. I crawled up beside him, threw my leg across his shoulders, and pushed myself upright until I straddled his face.

"You need to lick me. I need to be licked. You can start now." I moved forward and brought my pussy down on his face. He attacked me with a ferocity I hadn't felt in weeks, driving his tongue upward into my vagina. He reached around me and massaged my breasts and nipples with his long fingers. His breath hissed loudly and rapidly through his nose.

Almost instantly, I felt myself coming. I hadn't realized I was so excited. My orgasm came on without warning, and I bucked my hips against his face as if I were riding a horse. The lovely spasms mounted higher and higher, and in the distance, I heard my own voice cry out in pain or ecstasy.

When the lovely peak had passed, but spasms still rocked my hips, I felt warm liquid hit

the small of my back, once, twice. I knew what it was, and it caused my orgasm to start over again, as intense as before.

When I'd exhausted myself, I fell forward onto the bed and lay face down, gasping for air. Behind me, Craig drew whooping breaths as he recovered from the partial suffocation I'd inflicted. His warm semen crawled slowly down my ass and between my legs.

"Oh, God, RoseAnn, I'm so sorry. It just happened and I couldn't stop it. I'm so sorry."

"I had no idea you could shoot that far," I said. "Especially without even being touched. Sometimes, you amaze me. But before the bedspread gets stained, clean us both up. I can't wash that stuff off my own back."

I giggled as I watched him shuffle clumsily across the apartment to the bathroom, one hand cupped on his lower belly to keep his jizz from dripping. Water ran and splashed for a few moments. He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned up my back.

"Well, that was something new," I said. "So much for needs and wants. You didn't wait for my permission. You wanted it and you just went ahead with it."

"You know how that happened. You just got me too excited. But it was weak and it was more frustrating than satisfying, and I felt guilty even while I was having it. Anyway, I had to make sure yours finished okay."

"I should make you lick me again, and then I'll turn over and go to sleep. Shouldn't I?"

"Please, RoseAnn. It's Christmas. I want a real climax, one from you, not some accident. That was worse than no climax at all."

"Why, look at that!" Against all the rules of biology, his cock was nearly erect again. "I guess we can let that little transgression slip by. Come inside me. I want to feel that lovely penis. Then I'll decide whether you deserve to come again. Two orgasms for you in one evening is far too generous, you know."

It did feel wonderful to have my delicate parts stretched as he slipped inside. His skin seemed to press against my entire body, even thought he supported most of his weight on his elbows. I teased his hard little nipples with my fingers. Certainly, his tongue might be my favorite sex organ, but it was so...

fulfilling

to feel my lover's cock inside me. I didn't do it nearly enough.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear between breaths. As his breathing grew hoarse and his movements more violent, I found my thinking changing. It would be wonderful to let him come inside me, but then I'd be neglecting his real needs. It was time for his

real

Christmas gift.

"Stop," I whispered in his ear.

"What?"

"I said stop, and I mean

now

!"

"Oh, God, no. I'm so close." But he paused in his thrusting.

"Pull out of me. Go wash up and come back to bed."

He moaned as he stood up, and paused for a moment, his face contorted with need, even pain.

"Remember needs and wants, lover? You said you

wanted

to come inside me, but you

need

me to frustrate you and treat you with terrible cruelty, don't you?"

His body shook along its whole length. His cock shone wet with my fluids, and a drop hung from the tip.

"Don't you?"

He lowered his gaze to the floor and whispered, "Yes, RoseAnn. I've been selfish, and I'm sorry. You know me better than I know myself."

I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I loved him so much. Sometimes it hurt to do the things he so badly needed, but tonight, denying him his well-earned orgasm excited me almost beyond bearing. I moved to the side of the bed and spread my thighs. "Now go wash yourself and come back. I need your tongue again if I'm going to be able to go to sleep."

He surprised me by taking his time, caressing places that didn't often get much attention. Tonight, there was no eager march to my clitoris. Rather, he rambled through the entire geography of my pussy's folds and secret valleys. At the end, I begged for release, but he teased me some more, before seeking out my clitoris and taking me over the edge with deliberate strokes. Afterward, I went to sleep in his arms. His frustrated cock was still hard against my thigh, but I basked in euphoria, light as helium, suspended in a warm fluid. I was in love, and life was perfect.