On the cab ride to Mike’s apartment, I felt giddy with determination. I was going to resolve everything with Mike.
As I rode the elevator up, I was shaking with anticipation. I didn’t know exactly what I was going to say, but I knew what I wanted to do.
Mike met me at the door, and I accepted his hug, with a little coolness I didn’t have to fake. Inside, I followed him to the living room.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“Just water.”
When he went into the kitchen I glanced briefly around. No indications of Chrissy’s presence, but the door to the second bedroom was closed, which it usually wasn’t, although, I thought, with just a touch of sadness, I hadn’t been here that much.
We sat on the couch, a little space between us. Mike said, “Tessa, I’m really sorry. I don’t know how things got so off track. Things were going good—”
I put my fingers to his lips to shush him. “I have some things to say.”
Mike nodded, and with that little movement I felt a wave of authority, a subtle shift in the balance—or imbalance—of power that had defined our relationship.
“We could spend a lot of time rehashing what went wrong, but I don’t want to do that. I want to leave that in the past, just move on. Whatever you might have done, it’s okay with me, I’m past it.”
“Tessa, I didn’t—”’
I put up my hand again. “I don’t want to hear it.” Because I knew he’d be lying. I wasn’t—it was okay with me now, I was past it. I could tell just by how I was feeling right now, sitting with him. The Tessa from the past would have been listening to his explanations, his lies; that Tessa would have let him talk her back, let him talk her into bed.
This time, I’d be doing the talking. I’d be making the decisions.
“I really don’t want to talk about it. What you may have done—that’s who you are. I accept that now. Do you understand? I know who you are, and I’m here.”
Mike didn’t say anything for a long time, then he nodded. In a way, it was his confession. I saw him relax slightly, and I knew what he was thinking, that he’d get me, and Chrissy, and whoever else.
“But we can’t keep doing what we were doing. I don’t want you to get tired of me. In fact, I want you to be thinking of me all the time, missing me so much that you can’t concentrate. That’s how I want you to feel. Do you understand?”
“Tessa, that’s the way I do feel about you. I miss you all the time.”
“You may think you do, but I don’t think it’s enough. I want you to crave me.”
Now Mike gave me his cocky smile. He must have felt he was past the difficult part of this conversation, that he had won, that he’d get his cake and the icing too.
“And what would make me want you that much?”
“I’ve been thinking about what you said, that maybe we should do something different.” I turned away, acting shy. “Things that would surprise you. That wouldn’t be what you’d expect from a girl like me.”
I glanced sheepishly at him, as if I had made some awful confession. Mike shifted on the sofa, and I could sense his intense interest, the shift in the conversation stoking his arousal. I could only imagine what he was thinking. The three way he had mentioned. Maybe anal, something I knew he wanted. God knows what else.
“What do you have in mind?” he asked, leaning forward.
“It’s hard for me to talk about,” I said, acting as shy as I could, but my heart was pounding, I had him right where I wanted him. I could walk out now, and he’d be crushed.
But probably only for the moment. He’d be more angry than taught a lesson.
“Maybe you could show me,” he prompted.
I brightened, like it was the greatest idea in the world. Without a word I got up and headed into his bedroom, pausing only briefly at the door to give him the most alluring look I could create.
By the time Mike reached the bedroom I had already thrown back the sheets on the bed. He came to me and tried to kiss me, but I turned my cheek. “Not so fast,” I said. “That’s the old us. I want this to be different. Something you’ll remember forever.”
Mike’s eyes glittered. “What do you want to do?”
I reached up and starting undoing his tie. “You have such nice clothes,” I said. “Did I ever tell you that?”
“Not really.”
“I like how you dress, how you take care of yourself. It’s so you.” So superficial, I thought. I snapped the knot free with a hard yank and pulled the tie from his collar. “This power tie, for instance. Did you know that women notice things like this?”
“I’ve heard that.”
I wrapped the tie around his neck and pulled his face down toward mine. “It’s true. And the fact that it’s made of silk, soft, yet strong. It makes us think of other things, like your cock. And what we could do with the tie.”
Mike tried to kiss me again, and again I slipped my lips away. “Like what?” he asked.
I put my arms around him, but instead of embracing him I pulled the tie around his head and over his eyes, quickly tying a knot to hold it in place.
“Hey.” Mike obviously didn’t like not being able to see, to be in control.
I distracted him by finally kissing him, a quick kiss on the lips, as I pulled his hand away from the tie. “This is part of the new me,” I said. I guided him to the bed, not too gently, giving him a little shove to sit him down. As I began to unbutton his shirt, I whispered in his ear, “I want you naked.”
Mike sat a little stiffly, but whatever trepidation he had by being blindfolded was probably being overcome by the newness of what I was doing. Maybe he’d been blindfolded before, but certainly not by traditional Tessa.
As I undid his pants I knew I was right, he was already hard. I tugged at his underwear, giving him the impression that I was in a hurry, and actually I was, I was enjoying this more than I expected. I managed to get his pants and underwear off without even touching his cock, and the way he leaned toward me betrayed how much he was aching for it.
I think he expected that I’d just get on my knees and give him a blowjob, but I had much more in mind. I pushed his shoulders down and lifted his legs up so that he was lying on the white sheets, naked and vulnerable.
“Just lie there for a minute, and wait for me to get ready,” I said, in a tone that indicated I wouldn’t take an argument.
Mike was smiling now, he must have felt in heaven. He had avoided any difficult conversation about what had set me off, I had basically absolved him from his cheating, and he was going to get some hot new sex.
I wanted him to be as high as possible. I looked down at his quivering cock, as if seeing it for the first time, like looking at a specimen. I couldn’t help but compare it to Steve’s. Mike’s came up very short, literally and figuratively.
I put my hand around it without letting my fingers actually touch it, something I could never have done with Steve. I leaned over and blew on the tip, letting my hair rustle over him. Just enough to give him more ideas.
I pulled away and Mike moaned, his hips arching forward and out. “Don’t stop!”
“Be patient,” I said. “I told you I need to get ready.”
“Hurry!”
“Don’t move,” I ordered. “Or I won’t finish. Promise.”
“I promise.”
I wasn’t sure that Mike’s promises were worth much, but I’d take a chance that what he was expecting for the payoff would keep him motionless for a little while. I took a few quick steps to his closet, where he kept his ties on a rack over the open door.
I grabbed four ties and returned to the bed. I knelt beside him, taking his hand and placing it on my breast. “See, that didn’t take long.”
“You still have all your clothes on,” he said, while caressing me. “That’s kind of hot.” He reached up with his other hand to fondle my other breast.
“If you think that’s hot, just wait,” I said. I was surprised at how worked
up I was getting, and I had to admit his hands felt good on me. “Keep doing that,” I cooed, leaning into him as I loosely wrapped one tie on each of his wrists, but without pulling them tight. To further distract him I let my hair fall over his face, pressing my breasts into his hands. “That feels so good, do it harder.”
I’d never spoken that way to Mike, and he responded instantly, squeezing my tits. I threw my leg over him, straddling his chest.
I lowered my face to him, my lips grazing his, my tongue flicking out, but pulling back just as he tried to kiss me. He groaned in frustration, but I could tell he was enjoying himself. I was too, but for a different reason.
I grabbed his hands and yanked them away from my breasts, holding them over his head. He let me do it, either not knowing what was coming, or just going along with the new experience. I bent down low, pushing my left tit into his face. My nipple was hard, this was working for me, this sense of power. As Mike mouthed me through my blouse I pulled one of the ties tight around his wrist, and before he knew it, I had tied it to the metal headboard.
I could almost feel his surprise in how his lips moved on me, I think he was in a little shock, and my tit in his face might have been addling his brain. I was able to get the other tie halfway tied before he came to his senses and turned his head.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh,” I cooed. “It’s all part of the surprise.”
He relaxed only slightly. “Hey, are those my ties?”
“I needed something strong, for a strong man like you,” I said, rolling my eyes even as I spoke, but of course he couldn’t see me.
“Be careful, those are expensive!”
“I’ll make it worth your while. Besides, if you don’t struggle, you won’t hurt them. It’s no different than wearing them. Just a little knot.”
To help overcome his hesitation I turned on the bed and nuzzled his chest with my lips, slowly working down, all the while reaching for the other two ties. I lay half prone on him, my hands going up and down his legs, letting his cock move tantalizingly against my cheek, making him so aware that my lips were just inches from the tip of his cock.
I could feel him shake in anticipation of my mouth, so focused on what he thought was to come that he barely moved as I wrapped one of the ties around his leg and tied him down. As I slid off the bed I tied the last tie, and he was totally immobilized.
I stared down at him as I had before, looking at his helpless form, his cock fully erect, a small smile on his lips, even in this position so sure of himself.
As was I.
I had expected that I’d feel some sense of closure if I managed to pull this off, some sense of relief. I did feel good, but I was also excited. Something about the reversal of our roles, of our power, of having Mike under my control. I felt myself becoming really aroused, beyond just excitement, beyond the way Mike normally made me feel.
This is all I had planned out, I meant to get him all riled up, and then tell him what I really knew about him, about what it meant to get someone’s hopes up, and then dash them.
But now I wanted more. Not just for him, but for me.
I quietly pulled off my panties.
I stood next to the bed, close to his head, so my voice would be coming from above him. “I’ve learned a lot in the last few days,” I said.
“Have you been watching some porn? Is that how you thought of all this?”
“No porn,” I said. “The real thing.”
Mike laughed in disbelief. “What? You’ve been doing some kind of S&M with someone? You’d never do that.”
“You’re right,” I said. “Even the new Tessa wouldn’t do real S&M. Probably not, anyway.”
“Is this the new Tessa? I like her even better than the old Tessa.”
“I do too.” I lifted my skirt and again straddled Mike’s chest, and I could almost sense his eyes widening behind the silky blindfold as he felt my naked thighs and pussy on his skin.
“Can’t wait for it, can you?” he said.
“I do have to admit, I’ve always liked the way you licked me.” And that was the truth. Mike did know how to use his tongue.
I moved up on his chest, my pussy swelling with the touch of his skin, a part of me wanting his tongue on me. I grabbed my skirt and lifted it higher. I thought about taking it off, but Mike was right about one thing: this was better. Me clothed, him totally naked.
I knelt astride his head, my thighs squeezed along his face. I hovered there, feeling totally—in control. Like I could do anything I wanted. I could walk away right now, I could have my closure.
And more.
Slowly, relishing every second, I lowered myself onto his face. “Kiss it,” I demanded. “Kiss my pussy.” Just like he had always told me to suck his cock.
And he did, gently kissing my labia, and then my clit, taking it carefully into his mouth, suckling it gently.
“Harder,” I demanded.
His lips grew more insistent, and I pressed against them, wanting more. When his tongue was out I ground my clit against it, using it.
I watched it all, my eyes on him, not able to see his eyes, but sensing his emotions, his reaction. He was eager, painfully aroused. But even though he was licking me, I was the one ravishing him.
I wanted it to last as long as I could.
I pulled away from him just so far that he couldn’t reach me. “You didn’t ask me what I really meant by the real thing,” I said.
“What? I thought you were teasing.”
“Do you call this teasing?” And I was on top of him again, feeling my pussy opening, really wet now, insistent, wanting his tongue in me and getting it. “Fuck me with your tongue,” I said.
He used his stiff tongue to ram in me, in and out, dragging out my juices, and I gave him no room, he had to swallow everything. I swooned, he’d licked me before, but I’d never felt so wet, I’d never given him no escape, I could virtually smother him if I wanted. But that’s not the kind of hurt I had in mind.
“What’s gotten into you?” Mike asked, clearly surprised.
“Not what, who.”
I let up the pressure again, and I heard his intake of breath. “Wow. Whatever you did, it got you pretty hot. Maybe you are frustrated.” he said. “So what are you staying, you met some guy, and he disappointed you?”
It’s the way Mike thought, the way a guy thought, about fucking around. I knew he didn’t think I’d ever do it, he was just jerking me around, trying to get me to say how much I missed him, how much I needed him.
“You got it half right,” I said, driving my pussy down on him again, feeling my juices, impossibly wet after everything he had swallowed. “I did meet a guy, and I learned a few things.”
I felt, rather than heard, Mike mumble something, but I didn’t let up, I kept grinding on him, thinking now of Steve, of how he had made me feel, and of how different it had been with him.
And how different it allowed me to be now, the one making the decisions, the one on top.
I slid up and down on Mike’s tongue faster and faster, getting ready. I wondered what Mike was thinking, was I mentioning another guy to get him jealous, was it all part of this kinky sexual experience? Did he have a tinge of real concern that maybe it was true?
“I did learn something,” I said, my voice harsh, my breathing quickening, matching the pace of my hips as I used Mike’s mouth. “I’ll tell you about it later. But I also have a question, just for you.”
I was so close now, I could barely hold myself up, I had to let my skirt fall over Mike’s face so I could grab onto the headboard. It slammed into the wall, over and over, as I drove myself back and forth, my pussy as opened as if I were being fucked by a huge cock.
“I’ve been wondering,” I gasped, “just how long does cum stay in a woman’s pussy?” I waited a few seconds, until I was just on the edge, to make sure that I was ready, and what I was saying had dawned on Mike. “Because I got fucked the other night, and my pussy was so filled wi
th cum, I wonder if it is still there. In my pussy. Somewhere deep, and only able to come out now.”
I thought about how Mike had probably made me suck his cock, not long after he had fucked another woman. And as I felt Mike freeze beneath me I let loose, all of my tension and anger and excitement and arousal turning flowing out with my juices, all over his face and into his mouth. I squeezed my legs together against his face, my orgasm strengthening me instead of weakening me.
Mike finally clamped his mouth shut, but I didn’t care, he had swallowed a lot of me, and we both knew it, and I was done.
I climbed off him, straightening my skirt. I hadn’t even taken off my heels.
“Tessa!”
“Fuck you Mike,” I said, words I had never used to him, or anyone. But I felt no anger, my words were emotionless, as emotionless as I felt toward him.
I went to the mirror and fixed my hair. The woman staring out at me was still Tessa, but someone new. Someone stronger, someone powerful.
Mike finally got the picture. “You can’t leave me like this!”
“Why not? Your live-in girlfriend will be home soon, I’m sure. You should have some nice quiet time to think up a story for her.”
“Tessa, you can’t, what if she doesn’t come back for a while?”
He’d given up even trying to deny it. I shrugged. I really didn’t care.
“Then I hope you don’t have to pee.” I laughed, knowing I had probably just put something in his head, and now he’d suffer a little. Just as he had made me suffer.
I took one last look at him struggling against the ties as I picked up my panties. His cock was still half erect, probably because he did have to pee. I hadn’t touched it the entire time.
“Oh, and Mike? Your cock isn’t that big at all. I can say that for a fact.”
I tossed my panties onto his cock, giving him a flag of surrender, and laughed as I walked out the door, and out of his life.
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