I Craved The Dom's Control

My partner looks up from our usual bedtime routine and I can see the hesitation in her eyes when I start to unzip my pants. She knows what comes next, but she doesn't share this particular kink. Tonight, though, I couldn't stop myself. I need someone else to be the one calling the shots, giving me commands that strip away my control. My fingers curl around the neck of a leather collar on my bedside table as I guide her head down, taking hold of her hair and pulling gently. Her eyes widen in surprise, but there's no refusal. She wraps her lips around my hardening cock, taking me deeper into her throat until her gag reflex kicks in. The sensation hits me like an electric shock, raw and unfiltered. I grip tighter, feeling the pressure on my balls as she pulls back and takes me again. Each thrust is met with a new level of submission from her, it's intoxicating to watch her eyes water, yet see her determination not to stop. When I finally reach my peak, it’s all I can do to keep my grip steady until every last drop slides down her throat.