MAKING HIM MINE

Evoë Thorne

I snuggle up to Jaxson, my breasts pressed against his back. The thin layer of sweat between us makes my hips slide a bit against his ass. Our breathing begins to slow, but the heady aroma of sex and warm skin permeates the air. Even though I just came three or four times, there is still tension in my body. Unlike many couples who have been together for years, Jax and I have a great sex life. Maybe that’s why I sometimes feel like we should keep exploring. Tonight, I’m thinking about trying something new. I’m excited, and a bit nervous.

My love for Jaxson is so intense that I want to know everything about him. We’ve shared all of the normal things: childhood experiences, family history, job stressors, and past lovers. I know that his favorite breakfast is Lucky Charms with banana slices and he secretly wants to give up his job as a lawyer to write travel guides. He’s catty as hell behind people’s backs. He recently confessed to having sex with his college roommate. I want all of him.

I run my fingers through his chest hair and across his nipples. I grind into his beautiful butt, and lick the sweat from the hollow between his shoulder blades. Jax takes my thumb into his mouth and sucks, causing mild spasms in my cunt. Something in my brain explodes and I decide I’m going to do it.

I growl and push him over onto his stomach. Pinning his arms over his head, I lean down to his ear, my breasts barely brushing his back, and ask, “Jaxson, are you mine?”

“Of course.” He laughs, his body shaking. “The same way you are mine.”

“No Jax, for serious. I mean that I want to take you. Will you let me do what I want to your body? Will you trust me with your secret places?” I’m afraid I sound crazy, but I know what I want. I’m almost in tears out of need and fear of rejection. I am all ferocity and desire. “Surrender to me, Jaxson.”

His muscles relax under me, but I can feel his heart rate speed up. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. I wait, still holding him down, wishing that I could see his face, but unsure of how to move. When he finally responds, his voice is different than I’ve ever heard it before. “Yes, I am yours.”

I wait for more, but he doesn’t add anything, so I clarify, “Do you agree to let me do what I want with you?”

He kind of groans and rocks his hips. “Oh my god, yes.”

Intrigued, I ponder what to do next. I order him to stay still and run off to the closet, coming back with four neckties and an Amazon box. His fancy silk ties don’t work very well, but I manage to secure his arms and legs to the bed. Jax seems sort of happy but faraway. Once he is spread out and tied up, facedown on the bed, I smack him on the backside a couple of times experimentally. He shudders all over. I pull his head up. “Sweetheart, do you like this?”

He nods. I spank him more, totally getting off on the look on his face. I kiss him. “You’re making me so hot, Jax! I want to take you in the ass. Do you want that?”

His reactions are so complex that I realize I’m getting what I want: more of Jaxson. Briefly, I am staggered by the thought that even as close as we are, there are things we haven’t shared with each other. I hope what we are doing now will make us closer, but I fear it might tear us apart. Either way, this is the most intensely sexy thing I’ve ever done. I want more. Jax nods his consent, and his whole body says yes.

I dump the contents of the box on the bed and grab the bottle of lube off the nightstand. While Jaxson watches, I put on a leather harness and a purple dildo-like plug. I’m amazed at how his body is so tight with wanting. He orgasmed pretty recently, but I bet he’s ready to go again.

I untie his wrists and order him onto his knees. Yep, he has a huge, gorgeous hard-on. Interesting. I want to put him in my mouth, suck him off, but that would mess up my plans. Instead I laugh and tell him to go down on me. Jax does so unflinchingly, no hesitation, like he was already thinking about it. His mouth engulfs the whole probe, then he stops and looks up at me. I swear I can feel him blowing me. He holds eye contact while he slowly sucks at each rounded segment of my shaft. I almost come right there. I tangle my fingers in his hair and rock my hips toward him, pushing him to take me deeper.

In a haze of lust, I can only think about fucking him. I realize I’m still holding the lube. I break free of his mouth and move behind Jax. He is totally open to me, head down, ass up. How is it possible that he is submitting so completely to me? Unsure of this next part, I pour a lot of lubricant into my hand and rub it all over the purple butt plug. Hesitantly, I rub some on his asshole. I’ve never seen one up close before. I spread the lube around, exploring. Jaxson clearly wants more of this because he is shaking and whispering, “Please,” over and over.

I slide a finger inside him, edging in a little at a time. He feels warm and slick and tight. I bend my finger and he moans. I slide in and out. He gasps. He begs.

I give him just the first section of the purple probe. He wriggles, trying to impale himself all at once. A quick slap on the ass gets his attention. “Jaxson, hey, you’re mine!”

He stills slightly under my hands. “Please, please fuck me?”

As gently as I can manage, I slide into him. My entire body is throbbing by the time I’m buried deep. I lean over his back, aching with love and longing. Holding on to his hips, I fuck him, slowly at first, then hard and fast. We go wild. My nails rake down his back. He makes primal noises like an animal rutting. I stop thinking.

When I feel myself on the verge of orgasm, I reach for his cock. I beat him off to the same rhythm I’m using to pound his ass. We come together, but I lose my sense of whose body is whose.

After that moment of blinding ecstasy, I worry that getting what I want might be more of a curse than a blessing. I never set out to be a Dominatrix or anything; I only wanted us to be closer. Then he looks back at me. In his eyes, I suddenly see that I have surrendered as much as he has. I fall into Jaxson’s arms and we are laughing, crying, and coming.