Of Use

Passion justifies itself. Femdom Erotica. Episode X10

He is doing the dishes.

He hears her feet moving in the hall. Accelerating. He hears their purpose.

He takes a deep breath.

Her hands are on him before he has time to turn.

She grabs him. Spins him around. Pulls him into her face.

She hesitates for a moment. Holding him, looking in his eyes, like something in him is charging up, waiting for a moment of weakness. He blinks.

Then they kiss. Her tongue reaches deep inside, as if to lick the marrow from him. Consuming him.

When they separate, her hands are already forcing him to his knees.

"Now. Do it now," she commands.

Her hips are bucking as she pulls aside her skirt and forces his mouth between her legs.

He gulps air. He feels her leg going over his shoulder, her inner thigh pressing against his cheek.

He licks, and then she is riding him.

In the darkness of her pleasure, he loses all sense of time and place. His awareness narrows to the button of her flesh that rules him completely. When his tongue crosses it in just the right way, when he feels her back arch to leverage herself against him, he feels a happiness he’s been dreaming of his whole life.

She comes twice before returning him to the dishes, and then she goes on her merry way.

Sometimes she finds him like this. Hungry. Needful. Willfully blind to the person that hides behind his eyes. She just grabs him and takes him and seldom says why.

In a way, he prefers that. He doesn't need to know why, if she chooses not to share it. Why must she suddenly place him beneath her? Why must she take him? Why does she need? He doesn't need to know why, if he did, he might feel less used.

And all he wants in life is to be of use to the one he loves.