Command My Man

18+ | FFM | Bi | Domme

Teddy had asked me— had shared a fantasy— weeks ago, his voice husky with want. To be caught between us, held down, not just with hands but with words. Stripped of control by two women who were there to carefully take him apart. I just had to find the right woman…

The room felt charged the moment Kylie stepped into it, her presence filling the space with a quiet, undeniable authority.

She was stunning. The kind of woman who made me tongue tied when I met her in a dark club one night and knew, without even speaking to her, that she’d be the perfect match. Long, beatifully curled hair, tattoos, cleavage that commanded the attention of everyone around her. And when I’d asked her to help me with this… the look in her eyes and her smoky voice were enough that I would’ve agreed to anything she’d asked to get her in our bed.

I was new to this role, nerves twisting in my stomach. But Kylie moved with the easy confidence of someone who had mastered this already. She smiled at us both, then fixed her gaze on Teddy.

‘Shirt off. On the bed. On your back.’

He obeyed naturally, stripping off his shirt and lying down, his chest already rising faster. I climbed onto the bed next to him, heart pounding in time with the pulse I could see racing at his throat. Kylie joined us, elegant in her black silk slip, the perfect compliment to my crimson one, and without hesitation she caught his wrists, guiding them above his head.

‘Hold him here,’ she told me, low and steady. ‘Both hands. Don’t let him pull away.’

I wrapped my fingers around his wrists, pressing them into the pillowy mattress. My grip was shy at first. Tentative. But when he tested it— shifting against me, a low puff of breath escaping— I tightened my hold. The power of it sent a thrill through me.

Kylie nodded approvingly.

‘Good. Keep him pinned. He doesn’t get to touch unless we say.’

She ran her palm down his chest, catching the ridges of his abdomen with her fingernails. When she turned her dark stare on me, I shuddered. I wasn’t immune to her either.

‘Straddle his hips. Let him feel how wet you are, but don’t let him inside you yet.’

I swung a leg over him, settling my weight so his length— hard and throbbing— settled between my slick lips. Teddy groaned loudly, trying to lift his hips again, but I pressed down on his chest, and Kylie’s hand joined mine, her deep red nails contrasting prettily with my glossy white french tips, both of us holding him flat against the bed.

‘Stay down,’ she murmured to him, then to me: ‘Rock against him. Slowly, baby. Make him ache for it.’

I moved, sliding along his shaft, coating it with my arousal. Every slick glide dragged over my clit and made him twitch against me. His arms flexed under my hand, but I kept them trapped, leaning my weight into it. The feeling of restraining him— my man, strong and so used to being in control— while Kylie directed us both set my blood on fire in my veins.

‘Look at her, Ted,’ Kylie told him, her fingers teasing one of his nipples. ‘She’s learning how to own you. Isn’t she fucking beautiful? Tell her. Tell her how it feels.’

‘So fucking beautiful. So fucking good,’ he panted, voice raspy, eyes dark with need. ‘Please—’

He stopped abruptly when Kylie leaned up to kiss me, deep and guiding, one of her hands moving to pull my slip off one shoulder, revealing my breast to them both. She stroked one of my nipples with the same gentleness she’d used with him. My body arched, and Teddy groaned beneath me. I could feel his cock pulse between us, a flood of precum coating my clit. When she pulled back, she guided my hand to his throat— not squeezing, just resting there with light pressure.

‘Hold him like this. Let him feel claimed.’

I did, palm warming his pulse, feeling it race, matching my own. Kylie shifted lower straddling his legs. She patted my bum, signalling that I should lift my hips, and took his cock in her hand, stroking him sweetly, torturously slow.

‘Kiss him, peach,’ she said, her tone calm and authoritative, sweet and commanding all at once.

Teddy strained up towards me, desperately seeking my lips. But between my hand holding his wrists in place, the one resting at his throat, and Kylie’s weight pinning him to the bed, he could only take what we gave.

‘Beg me for it,’ I whispered, leaning close, my voice belonged to someone else. ‘Tell me how badly you want it.’

I heard Kylie chuckle behind me. ‘You’re a natural.’

Teddy’s voice broke. ‘Please… I need you. Need to feel every part of you.’

I looked back at Kylie and her eyes burned with mirth and something darker. Something feral I’d think about long after this night was over. She nodded, a smirk growing on her scarlet painted lips.

‘Do it. Show him how little control he has in this situation.’

Leaning down, I worked my tongue over his collarbone and up his neck, relishing the rough feeling of his stubble against it, and whispered, ‘You’ll get what you’re given.’

And when I felt slim fingers at my entrance, I lifted up on my knees so she could position him there before I sank down painfully slow, taking every solid inch.

The sound he made was raw. I began to ride him, but Kylie’s hand pressed firmly on my thigh, controlling the pace.

‘Deeper. Grind on him. Make him feel how much we own this moment. Own him.’ She kept one hand on my thigh, guding my movements. ‘Faster, baby. But don’t let him come until I say so.’

I rode him harder, eager to please both of them, more eager to reach an earth-rattling orgasm. My breasts swayed and Teddy’s eyes flickered from them to my face rapidly as I took him. I struggled to hold his wrists as I chased my release. Kylie helped hold him in place, sliding up beside me and pushing him into the mattress, keeping one hand on us both.

His big body bucked beneath me, sweat slick and desperate, but we kept him pinned— restrained by touch and command, caught between two women who decided every second of his pleasure. Every thrust, every breath, every moan.

Kylie leaned in close to his ear, muttering praise and filthy instructions. Her last words caught me:

‘Watch this.’

And I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of her fingers on my clit, circling in time with my increasingly desperate movements. The added stimulation pushed me over, and I crashed head first into the shattering earth. I clenched impossibly tight around him and rode out the shock waves of my orgasm.

I moaned. Loud. Uninhibited. Never taking my eyes off the man benathe me. Teddy couldn’t help it. He came with a broken groan. The feeling of him filling me stretched my own orgasm, my body shuddering violently against them both, Kylie’s hands the only thing stopping me from collapsing in a boneless heap against his chest.

Panting, I clenched my muscles tightly around him. A punishment of sorts. ‘Teddy, did I say you could come?’

The groan that left him was desperate.

‘You did so good, baby,’ Kylie murmured to me, stroking my hair and kissing me softly. She looked at Teddy, still prone under me, still pinned. Still inside me. ‘You, however, are in so much trouble.’

I giggled, thrilled with her praise.

‘I guess next time we’ll have to edge him while we have our own fun,’ I said, squeezing around him once more before sliding off him.

His indignant cry was drowned out by our laughter.

So much trouble.

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