As I lay drifting to sleep last night, I constantly thought of my ideal Dom. I’ve settled on the idea I’d like it to be someone physically bigger than me. Tall, powerful in appearance. It helps to draw out the submission I hesitate to show. Typically, I am meek but independent, powerful in my own right.
But not this time. As I said, while drifting off to sleep I held in my mind qualities my desired Dom would have. He is tall, fit, full sleeve tattoos for some reason. Tattoos are hot to me but I didn’t think my mind would create this seemingly 6’8 dark brooding eyes, lips full of sin, with the physique of a dedicated athlete. Let me tell you how he acts in my dreams.
The scenario begins at dinner with friends. My head is slightly down eyes looking up at him through full lashes across the table. He’s devouring me hungrily with his eyes, tongue darting across his lips greedily. His eyes are dark with hunger, seemingly growing darker still, like two black flames threatening to engulf me whole. I’m squirming in my chair helplessly, he knows he’s making me restless. Our food arrives and he feeds me off his plate insisting I have a bite before eating my own, a power play, all the while talking with the other couple there with us. My mind simply registers other people at the table with us and yet I can barely gather my wits to respond to their conversation. I can feel their gaze on occasion, quietly meeting it with a shy smile. They don’t capture my attention it seems the way this man does, and he knows. He beckons me to sit next to him as the other couple excuses themselves. To where, I know not and I simply don’t care. I’m enraptured by this predator who clearly wants to devour me. He feeds me again, this time taking the steak he’s eloquently cut from the tip of the fork, caressing my chin running his finger across my lips, he beckons me to open my mouth, his thumb and forefinger holding my chin as he feeds me, his eyes locked on my lips as I chew. I can’t help but to feel a warm pool of desire. He holds his fingers up and prompts me to clean the juices off with one word “lick”. I greedily oblige. My eyes on his as I run my tongue over his index and middle finger, shyly at first but I’ve become emboldened by his fiery gaze. My head is swimming and those few moments felt like an eternity. I can’t help feel my cheeks burning with desire and my lips part, about to plead to be taken to the bathroom and relieved, something anything.
But I guess my brain is just as hungry as my body cus the dream shifts and now we are in a bed. Crimson silk sheets caressing my skin as he runs his eyes over every inch of me. I’m bound, my wrists in cuffs together as he holds them above my head. He needs only one hand to over power me. He knows it, smiling smugly and it only makes him sexier. He spreads my legs slowly giving one command yet again “be still, let me taste you” and he devours me. His lips kiss mine, whispering sweet nothings as he parts them slowly, urging forward my warm essence to coat his tongue. And I open for him, with a sigh effortlessly. His tongue swirls round my clit and he wraps his lips around my cookie and eats like it’s his last meal. The sounds he makes while feasting should make me embarrassed but I feel more bold, empowered by the fact that he is enjoying himself so immensely on just the taste of me alone. I decide to push my luck, rocking my hips, and his hands tighten around my hips and he moans and growls. When his eyes look up at me, and our gazes lock, his blatant desire sends a bolt of heat down my spine and straight to my clit. A pulsing orgasm rolls over me and I arch my back, and yet he doesn’t stop. He sucks and licks until I’m twisting to get away and he comes up, smiling pleased with himself as he stares at the tears on my cheeks and haziness in my eyes. He picks up my limp body, situating himself under me and pulling me into his lap. I can feel his desire, like an anaconda pressed firmly against the heat of my own desire. We won’t be needing lube, his tongue has done all the work. He holds me close, rubbing my back comforting me so I don’t fall off the deep end. He flexes his hips occasionally, taking pleasure in my gasps and whimpers when his girth teases against my slit. I want him, I need him to stretch me, fill me up, fuck me rough, own me. He knows it too, smirking to himself. “Beg me for it” he taunts me. “You know how to ask for things you want right pretty girl” his words wash over me only making it harder to not fall off that deep end. I know what he’s doing, pushing me closer to subspace, words can ignite my urges and mind far more than a rough fucking ever could. “Say the words baby, to let me know how and where you want it” I’m nearly about to beg, but the brat in me holds out. “I want to feel your pussy squeeze me and your cum to drop down my cock, are you really going to make me wait princess” I cave. I love that pet name and I want to feel him stretch me out as much as he does. “ fuck me please Daddy. I need it, I need to feel you pushing into me, your cock pulsing with hunger for me” he thrusts into me, a wild look in his eyes before he sinks his teeth into my neck. Devouring my entire being. He loses himself in me, moaning in my ear “such a good slut” “you’re taking me so well princess” “your pussy feels amazing my good girl” I melt into his touch feeling my orgasm building again. He feels it too, my pussy pulling around him, he smiles, the predator in him coming alive. He pulls out, instructs me to get on my knees, face down ass up. He watches me the entire time only looking away to grab something from beside to bed. He drives into me from behind and presses whatever he grabs against my clit. Instant orgasm, I’m not sure if that’s what a forced orgasm is but it was damn close if not. With his arm wrapped around my neck holding me close against his body he rails me, mercilessly endlessly. Stimulating my clit as well. I’m a moaning dribbling mess, only capable of moaning and begging at this point. Yet he keeps going.
I come undone with a shuddering orgasm joining with his. His warm delicious cum filling me up, making me feel so good full, content. He’s rubbing my stomach kissing my cheek and shoulder. As I “pass out” in my dream I awake in real life. Warmth pooling in my tummy and a slick wetness built up between my thighs. My desire knows no bounds it seems.
Mind you, I don’t know any 6’8 men with tattoos even though I’d like to 😭