The Commitment (Unrestrained 2)

Of course I wasn't really. I loved that he was so torn between my fingers stroking my clit and my face. I loved watching him touch himself while he watched me, needing to touch his own aching flesh. We were both so aroused watching each other. I wanted to keep my eyes on his hand moving so firmly over his shaft to the head, and when he glanced away, I stole another look. He stroked his length then palmed the head of his cock, squeezing the head to remove some more of his fluid to act as lubricant.

He glanced back at my face again and I quickly moved my gaze to meet his, biting my lip to suppress a guilty smile.

"Katherine," he said, his voice exasperated. "I want you focused on my face, my eyes. I want you to know I'm watching you. I'm seeing inside of you."

I tried very hard to keep my eyes on his face, and I could tell from watching him that he was getting more and more aroused, his face flushed, his nostrils flaring as he breathed faster.

"Slip two fingers inside of your pussy while you stroke your clit," he said.

I complied, wetting first one then two fingers, slipping them slowly inside a couple of inches so that I felt the extremely sensitive ridge of flesh.

"Good girl," he said. He caught my eye and nodded appreciatively. "Move your hips while you fuck yourself with your fingers. The way you do when I do it."

I did as he commanded, thrusting my hips a bit as I stroked inside of my body, my other fingers on my clit. I couldn’t help but glance down once more to see his fist pumping around his cock more rapidly, while he cupped his balls with the other. Watching him stroke himself while he watched me aroused me, making my breath catch, desire flooding through me. He was so aroused watching me touch myself, I knew he could come quite quickly. I glanced back at his face to find his eyes on mine and that did something to me, pushing my arousal up even more.

"Tell me when you're going to come, Katherine," he said. "You know the rules."

I was barely able to speak. "I'm so close…"

"Fuck yourself with your fingers," he said, his voice shaky. "Think of my cock inside of you, filling you up. Think of my tongue on you, stroking your clit. Think of me sucking your nipples."

I did, and my eyes closed without thinking as I imagined him doing each of those things to me, my pleasure increasing, my orgasm imminent.

"Open your eyes, Katherine," he said, his voice urgent, filled with need. "Look in mine."

I did, and he came closer, kneeling on the bed, bending over me to watch my fingers on my clit, the others moving more rapidly inside of me, stroking my sensitive spot.

"I think I…" I gasped as the pleasure grew too intense and I knew I would come right away.

"Come for me, baby," he said, almost imploring. The thought of him watching me make myself come pushed me over, and I gasped as my orgasm began, the pleasure so intense I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Open your eyes," he said, his voice a growl of pleasure. "Look in mine."

I did, forcing them open despite the near-blinding sensations, my body tensing as pleasure coursed through me. "Oh, God." I gasped, my body clenching around my fingers. "Ohhh."

He climbed further onto the bed between my knees and I glanced down to watch him stroking himself so fast, I knew he, too, was going to come. He leaned over me, stroking himself, and aimed his cock at my pussy.

"Take your fingers out. Spread yourself for me."

I complied, spreading my lips. Then, his orgasm started and he tensed, grimacing, his face red as his fist pumped his cock. Finally, his expression softened, his face slackening as he ejaculated, the semen spurting out onto my labia and belly. I spread it over myself, rubbing it into me, using it as lubricant, my fingers slipping over my too-sensitive clit, but it felt good.

He collapsed over me, lying directly on top of me, his face beside mine, panting.

"Fuck, that was good…" I finally grinned like an idiot, biting my lip to stop from giggling. He groaned into my neck. "You know how many times I jacked off thinking of you doing that? Before we got together, I was so desperate to fuck you. Just fuck you plain old vanilla."

"You didn't imagine us in scene? Me all tied up and blindfolded?"

He shook his head and kissed my chin, my cheek and then my forehead as he rested on his arms, his face above mine. He nestled his body between my thighs, which I wrapped around his hips.

"I wanted you any way I could get you. Vanilla, D/s, kink. Anything. I was like a teenager wanking while dreaming of his favorite girl. I knew you'd been alone for a year after Flyboy and I used to imagine you masturbating. Then, when I knew you wanted to experience D/s, I figured I'd better give you what you wanted. But damn, it was hard not to fuck you plain old vanilla."

"Drake Morgan, what kind of Dom are you?" I said playfully. "I heard all these rumors about Dr. Dangerous. Master D. Were they all just clever marketing?"

He laughed out loud at that, his blue eyes twinkling. "Very clever." He kissed me, long and tender, his fingers threading through my hair. My heart fluttered at the intensity of his kiss. Finally, he pulled away and began kissing my face, my chin, my throat.

"I couldn't stand the thought that someone else would introduce you to D/s. That someone else would be the one to bring out your submissive side and enjoy you. It had to be me, once I knew you were interested. So I hatched my Machiavellian plan to overwhelm you with pleasure."

"You have." I ran my fingers through his hair, which was falling into his eyes. "I'm glad it was you."