A Change of Command

He hadn't known what overtook him.

Generally, he doesn't subscribe to any
traditional role,
beyond the distinction
of being regarded by most as mild-mannered

But when he arrives at her place,
that look of intent is evident

He's been distracted through the work day,
his thoughts drifting to her submission
- the excitement amplified
by her willingness to explore
an often neglected side of himself

She has that hard backed chair
in her apartment,
and he can't stop thinking about it
and how they inadvertently
found there bodies there
on more than one occasion

Certain memories
encourage the stiffness to return
- that one time,
her hands pressing into his upper thighs
as she guides her bottom
along his length
to take her seat
upon that throne
and that enticed hard bone

But that was under her command,
it usually was

But on this cool evening,
the closing remnants of summer fading
he arrives with a compulsion to take the upper hand
 
He greets her with his mouth,
their customary rejoining
after being adrift in their respective
chaotic worlds

"Are you willing to be mine," he asks
"Always, baby."
"But this time will be different," he continues.  "You will have to follow for a change.  Do you think you can do that?"
"You certainly have me intrigued, now" she teases

He turns her around,
facing her back to him
his course hands start at the shoulders
and firmly pull down along the length of each arm
and her ass pushes into him

"That's a good start," he assures her

He pulls her top off and flings it to the floor
his hands returning to firmly glide
over her breasts and across her abdomen
before stopping to unzip
and slide her jeans off
leaving her just in her panties

His hand slides inside them
and he edges the side of his hand
along her symmetry,
and he can feel her tense briefly
in anticipation of what is to come

He reaches into the briefcase by his feet
and pulls two pieces of yellow rope from it

There is no fear in her eyes
- only excitement

He loops one piece, and then the other
around each wrist snugly
but cautiously to avoid
leaving any blemishes

He pulls her along to the bedroom
and more importantly
- the chair

"You can sit," he tells her
and she obediently does
opening her knees a little
just to bait him on a little more

He fastens her hands to the chair
and once again places his hand
between her legs
and pinches at her pert nipple

He returns to the briefcase
and shielding her from what he grabs,
she hears a slight buzzing sound
from behind his back
as he gets closer

He lowers his face to hers
and they lock into a passionate kiss

She wants to grab at him,
but she can't
"you can untie me, if you want" she suggests
"I'll make it worth your while"

That knowing smile crosses his face,
knowing her natural instinct at this point
is to take over

"That is a generous offer, darling.  But I know what I am doing."

He leans further down
snagging a taut nipple into his mouth,
that vibrating hum getting closer
and meeting her underwear

Her eyes widen to the sensation
of it being placed at her pussy,
slowly being moved up and down
and pausing at her clit,
the first moan escapes her
and her eyes close briefly
to linger in the awakening of her nerves

They open and she can see him now,
his cock  pulled from his pants
slowly stroking it
as he continues to manoeuvre
it against her sex

She hears a click
and the intensity increases
as her mouth begins
to fix in that O shape

He moves closer to her
and slides the tip
of his cock into the O of her mouth
still brandishing the instrument
responsible for the moans escaping her

Her mouth instinctively forms
into a pucker and she works him
deeper into the heat of her mouth
bobbing and slurping all along his girth

Although, tied
she can barely stay still,
as she feverishly feasts on his offering

A third click,
and the delirium mounts,
and her panties soak
on the second orgasm
while he continues to thrust
back in forth into her grip
before the guttural deepness
of his release echoes
through the room
and his spasm of cum
triggers a third

He pulls himself from her mouth
as her body continues to tremble
from the aftermath of the moment

She doesn't even feel him undo the knots,
but she does feel him pull her to the standing position
- though delicate, given her state
to bury her in his arms

"See," he jokes.  "Sometimes it pays to follow my lead."