Yesterday Mac and I both were in a very playful mood. That always makes for a lot of laughs around here. It also means that Sarah's playfulness gets her into a little tiny bit of trouble because she pushes the limits between teasing and plain old smartassness.

For example, Sarah and Mac went out for a little while after dinner. I was being my usual quiet, shy, reserved self and told everyone that while Mac was going to get drinks I was in charge and they had all better sit down and shut up. Everyone humoured me, except Mac who went on talking even though He should have been at the bar by then. I announced disgustedly that everyone might as well keep talking as Mac had stuffed it up. Mac looked at me.

'Sarah dear, what are you wittering about now? What on earth could I have possibly stuffed up?' He said.
'Well, you completely destroyed my visions of grandeur. Everyone else shut up when I said too.' I told Him.
'Sarah dear, look at me. Do I look like someone that would shut up just because you told me too?' He asked.
'No, but you do look like someone that is heading for a smack in the mouth with the "Sarah dear" bullshit.' I smart mouthed.
'Oh, there will be a smack in the mouth administered, I assure you. But I shall not be the owner of said mouth. At least, not directly.'

I doubt there is a need to tell my regular readers that my muscles clenched at the promise of a smack in the mouth and I fell in love with Him for suggesting that my mouth belongs to Him.

He leaned over casually and whispered into my ear.

'You are so easy, girl.' He said.

Of course He is perfectly right. I am that easy. I want to be dominated. I want to submit. Bugger roses and chocolates and candlelit dinners, stuff romance, I don't need that to make me shiver in anticipation. Pull my hair and bite my lips, pinch my nipples and slap my face. I want to be taken with rough hands, not bought with pretty things.

I asked Him to take me home and He coolly told me no. I pouted and He ignored me. I pulled in my disappointment and started to behave the way a good girl should. He started to take notice of me again. I knew He was proud of me for not allowing my want to spoil a good time for us.

So it was hardly a surprise to me when I felt His fingers in my hair as we walked in the door at home. He dragged me down and I spread my legs as my knees hit the floor. I could already smell my own arousal. He stood in front of me and unzipped His pants then gripped my hair again as He pulled my head to His cock. He thrust into my mouth quickly and violently, ignoring my gagging and choking. My hands gripped His ass in an effort to stay on my knees. He withdrew and tipped my head back further, forcing me to look up at Him. He rested His cock over my mouth and I slid my tongue under the head. He jerked Himself through orgasm and I grunted and whimpered, totally caught up in the lust. He forced His cock back into my mouth to finish off His orgasm and I gratefully licked and sucked at Him.

He withdrew and leant down to reach between my legs. He pushed my panties aside and His fingers slid back and forth across my clitoris. I came almost immediately, sobbing into His arm with the intensity of the orgasm. He still had a hand holding my hair.

'It's all about submission with you isn't it? That's why you come so quickly when I fuck your mouth, or pull your hair. It's not the act itself that makes you come, it's what the act means to you. It's all just symbolic of submission.' He said.

I composed myself enough to look up at Him. His eyes were cool, clinical, assessing and my heart caught. Did He approve of what He saw?

'Is it wrong?' I whispered and I watched His eyes melt. He sat on the floor and pulled me into His arms.

'Oh Sarah baby, it is beautiful. It is feminine. I love you for it.'

We stayed like that for a while.

I know there are times that I try and push Him into taking me. I use the playfulness as an excuse to test who we are. He never allows Himself to be goaded into using me no matter how hard I try. It's frustrating and it's annoying and it's as hot as hell to hear Him say no.

It only makes me want Him more.