Full warning, this is a fantasy post dedicated to someone who has admitted to CNC fantasies with me. If you are trriggered by that due to trauma or personally offended by it, consider this your last warning to stop reading and leave.
Also to the one this is dedicated to. You know who you are. Fuck you too.
Because this is how we never met.
There's a coffee shop near your university that I've went to for years. Nice comfortable seating arrangements, strong wifi, playlist played at a low enough level that you can easily ignore it as background noise, it was the perfect place to people watch. Most guys would nervously look away when caught staring, I never do. With me it was a game of chicken to see who would look away first. And I always win. That day I caught your attention and when you looked down with your cheeks turning flushed, I smiled a little and went back to my book. I don't usually see a lot of repeat faces but yours was one I soon became familiar with. The staring matches we had became increasingly intense.
Finally one day I had enough and approached you. Taking the empty seat across from you, we talked for the first time. We got to know each other a little but I could tell you were slightly apprehensive and had your walls up due to our age gap. But little by little over that afternoon, I took them down brick by brick. I was sweet, charming, smart, completely disarming you and lowered your guard. You actually offered your number to me at the end when the shop closed and we needed to go our own ways.
Our texts went from there. You never had to tell me you were a sub or that I was a Dom. Nature took its course and everything went the way it should. I never gave instructions or commands, just suggestions about what I enjoy seeing my partner would wear. A short length dress with those tasty slits up the thigh on the side, how much I loved it when my partner wore nothing underneath, making everything easy access. It was nice. Flirty but not too direct or obvious. It was playful.
Dinner was wonderful, I found a nice place not far from your apartment. Two great bottles of wine in and the process was going even more smoothly. Being the gentleman but without putting you on a pedestal, ridiculously easy to lead the course of the evening without forcing you to follow it but you wanted to anyway. It was comforting. By the end it was assured I would walk you home. There was no room to deny, question, or even consent to it. At that point anything I said, you would have agreed whole-heartedly.
Making out was just heavenly when we went inside your place. Maybe you had no intentions of having sex with me earlier that night. Maybe you're the type that doesn't put out that soon. But we stayed in that magical heated space of making out for what felt like hours. I applied a constant pressure and weight against your trembling body. And that's when I changed it up, I held your hands pinned above your head and when you tried to move one I just tightened my grip. That realization in your eyes that I wasn't going to let you move anymore was more delicious than our dinner.
You told me to stop, you told me you didn't want it, you told me you weren't ready. I responded in the same even confident tone I've been using the whole night "Yes you did, you wanted this, you deserve this. It's what we both want, it's what we both need. It's for the best." You denied it still... I remember when I finally got inside you, I pointed out how wet you were and how loud that wetness was. Again in that same voice I remind you how much you wanted this, even as you still denied it.
I could tell you were fighting against it all, especially that orgasm that was building up. So I continued in that voice to relax, to let it happen, to trust that I know best, and I kept building that pressure up. And still you kept saying no, that I was wrong, that you didn't want it. So I responded still in that voice, "If that's true, then prove it to me. Prove it to Daddy by not cumming." I watched with pleasure as you focused your whole being on not cumming. But you couldn't. Not with a real Daddy. There was an actual explosion of fluids which sent quivers up and down your whole body. And as I watched your body go into convulsions I finally changed the tone of my voice... "that's My girl, isn't that better?"
After the waves subsided you started to cry. You wailed that you didn't want it, that you wanted me to stop. And I just continued in my new tone that this was what you needed, that this was what was best. You begged me to stop. I said that I'd believe you if you didn't cum again and I knew you were going to. As soon I said it, I felt your body respond to me. It was actually scrumptious to see you have hope in those eyes, to actually see that you though you just had to not cum and it would be over. But sure enough, the harder you tried to stop it, the more the pressure built. That second orgasm was even more loud and intense than the first. You actually wrapped your legs behind the small of my back as you screamed.
"Good girl.... that's My girl... you're doing so well..."
I could see the confusion in your eyes. Did you really want this? Why did it feel so good? I kept repeating in that voice that yes, you wanted it, that this was for the best. I could feel it, that you were going to cum again. And as soon as I said it, I knew you could feel it too. It was building, maybe stronger than the last two. I could tell you weren't going to fight it this time, that you finally gave in to your wants and desires. So right when you were about to explode again...
I stopped. I pulled out of you suddenly.
The build-up was ruined. You were a nervous, panicky mess. And I gave you the same look, the same stare from our games of chicken. "Tell me you want to cum"
You didn't know what to say. I saw your thoughts were racing through your face, literally asking yourself if you did or not, and then the barest of whispers "I want to cum" escaped your lips.
"Tell me I was right. Tell me you wanted it."
Again, that same look on your face as the thoughts battled in your mind. "You were right. I wanted it."
"Tell me I know what's best for you."
"You know what's best for me."
So I laid on my back and lifted you up to straddle me. "you want My cock inside of you." and you repeated, "I want it inside of me."I instructed you to put it there and you obeyed. You rode me and I didn't have to exert myself at all. And you orgasmed without resistance. I held you close and reminded you what a good girl you were for me. I lifted you gently and took you to the small bathroom and ran a nice hot bath for us, cradled you in my arms as I scrubbed you clean, whispering again and again how you were my good girl now. I spent the night there and in the morning you made yourself cum on me again.
You would have been with me now since the spring. You were supposed to have a summer job but you just didn't go. All I said was you didn't have to go and you knew I was right. All I have to do is tell you what you want and need and your simple mind just adopts it, like it's always been true. It always has been true and you just needed me to confirm it. The semester is starting next month and I'm waiting for you to ask me if you should go. Because you will always need me for the truth.