All the President's Men 2: Tyler's Tasty Treat

Tammy was arching off the bed moaning and begging, making the cutest little sounds, and he hadn’t even started yet.

Continuing his journey down her body, he briefly stopped at her navel, swirling his tongue around it before continuing to the apex of her thighs.

Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, he flattened his tongue and tasted her. Licking her slowly back and forth, he was just tasting and enjoying his girl.

Tammy arched and groaned, needing more that he was giving her. When she reached to pull his head to where she needed he stopped.

“Baby, where are your hands supposed to be? I told you to hold on. You don’t want to be punished, do you?” This wasn’t how he had planned on introducing her to BDSM, but it was the perfect opportunity to see how she responded to the idea of punishment.

Bondage, Domination, Submission and Masochism was something that meant a lot to Tyler. He didn’t practice all aspects of the lifestyle, but he did need the domination and submission. Especially in the bedroom, but also in all aspects of his life, he needed his women to submit and let him take charge.

He had been doing this with Tammy, but she didn’t know it. Without even realizing it, he had taken over and taken charge of her life.

Tammy was confused. Didn’t he want her touching him? “What, you want me to…”

“Baby, I know it’s confusing, and you are new to this. Holding your hands over your head frees up your body to respond to me. I don’t want you to think, just to feel. Can you do that for me?”

Tyler lifted up and moved her hands back where he wanted them. “Hold on baby.” He smiled at her, brushing her lips quickly as he slid back down her body. “You don’t want me to spank you.”

Spank her? She never got spanked. She needed to talk to him more about this, but now he had his mouth back on her clit and all she could think of was coming. Now.

“Oh my God, please, please.” She moaned. She needed him so bad. “Please.”

“Yes, baby, I know.” He said against her skin, sucking and licking her clit and slit. Running his tongue up and down. He slowly slipped one, then two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting in and out.

She moaned and arched, moving her hips restlessly trying to find her release. In her need, she moved her hands again, reaching for him, trying to find the relief her body needed.

Tyler sighed and lifted himself off of her.

It took Tammy a minute to realize that he had stopped. “Why did you stop?” she demanded. She was so close, right on the edge, so what was his problem?

“Where did I tell you to keep your hands?”

“What does that matter?” Tammy was frustrated and he wasn’t being fair.

Sighing again, Tyler moved to her side and sat back on his heels. “Tammy, I asked you to keep your hands on the headboard. I asked more than once, and I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen. I practice an alternate lifestyle in the bedroom. It’s called BDSM, do you know anything about it?”

“Yes, I’ve read about it in my books. What does it have to do with me not keeping my hands on the headboard? You’re not really going to spank me…are you?”

“If we were involved in BDSM play I would. Do you think I’d lie to you?” Tyler should have explained more to her before they started. Now was not the time for this.

“Grown women don’t get spanked, you have got to be kidding.” Tammy was now sitting up with her legs crossed in front of her and her arms crossed over her chest.

“Baby, in my life, women get spanked all the time, sometimes for punishment, sometimes for fun. A spanking is not always a bad thing if it’s done correctly.” The last thing he wanted was to be having this conversation with her now. He knew they would at some point, but he had other plans for tonight. Tonight was supposed to be about her and making her feel safe, not punishing her. Sometimes he wished he didn’t have the urges he did, but it was part of him and there was no changing it.

“Baby we will have this talk, but now I can think of other things I want to do.” He told her crawling back over her and laying her back down. Leaning down he started kissing her, bringing them both back to where they had been. Running his hands over her body, he palmed, then pinched both her nipples before trailing his hand between her legs. Running his fingers through her slit, he circled her clit several times before rimming her back hole.

“Tammy, have you ever played here?” he asked. He didn’t think she had, but wanted to hear her response.

“No…I…oh,” she groaned as his finger slipped in a little more.

“We will baby, we will.” He said, his voice gravelly . He dipped his finger in a bit further, rimming it around before pulling it out.

He loved hearing the sounds she was making. Rolling them over, he lifted her to sit astride him, her legs on either side of

his hips.

“Oh God, just finish me off. I need so bad, please,” she moaned, needing to come like she had never come before.