Becca Bellamy
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Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 3
🕑 Added 2022-07-24 05:31:25 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
It was the middle of August when I met Kara's parents for the first time. They had a vacation house on Cape Cod - though an entirely different part of the Cape from where Kara's dominant side first emerged - and we visited for a weekend.
What I didn’t know - what I didn't discover until we pulled up to the house - was that Kara's parents were quite well off. The house was big, spectacularly beautiful, and right on the beach. Now, you can get a beachfront place in Cape Cod - back then, in particular - without needing to be a decamillionaire, but it was the kind of property that awed me as we pulled up. Honestly, I felt a little self-conscious. I was still working in construction at the time, and while it was a good job, I felt like it wasn't the kind of job that Kara's parents would probably approve of. It's not really the kind of job that turns into a flourishing career, I guess.
"Kara, you didn't tell me your parents were rich," I said as we pulled into the driveway.
"They're not rich," she replied. "I mean, they have money - obviously, since they bought this house - but they're not like filthy rich or anything."
I looked at her with great skepticism in my eyes. "Kara, c'mon, didn't you say your dad was in finance, or something? I mean, a guy in finance with a beach house? That's a rich dude."
She smiled, leaned over, and kissed me softly. "They're going to love you, Finn, because I love you." She’d read my insecurity with ease, which actually felt reassuring. She knew me well.
"I love you too, Kara," I replied. Yeah, by that point I was hopelessly in love with Kara.
Her parents came out of the house to meet us before I'd even turned the car off. Her dad, Mark, met me with a massive smile on his face and gave me a handshake before pulling me in for a quick hug. Her mom, Ellen, went right for the hug and she held me tight. It was the warmest greeting I'd ever gotten from a girlfriend's parents.
They took us inside, we put our bags in our room - a room with an ocean view, by the way - and then they poured us each a glass of wine and we sat on the deck off the back of the house.
As it turns out, I had no reason to be nervous. Kara's parents are the nicest people I've ever met. Plus, Mark worked in construction when he was my age, so we managed to connect over that. He met Ellen soon after leaving his construction job and long before he'd had any success in finance.
After a few hours on the deck, Kara's parents headed out to pick her sister up from the train station. Kara and I stayed behind. We didn't even get up from our seats on the deck. We waved goodbye to her parents and the moment they were out of the house Kara was all over me.
She kissed me so fervently I was a little taken aback, to be honest. "Kara, wait, should we really do this here?" I asked.
"You mean out on the deck?" she replied hastily before leaning in to kiss my neck. "Even if someone was on the beach the deck is high enough up that they couldn't see anything."
"No, I mean at your parent's house," I clarified. "Isn't it...I don't know, isn't it a little weird?"
Kara leaned back with a surprised look on her face. "Wait, really? You're really nervous about having sex at my parent’s house?"
"Is that really weird?" I asked.
She smiled and kissed my cheek. "No, it's kind of cute, actually. But, I'm really horny, and I'm not going the whole weekend without an orgasm, so I'm afraid you're going to have to get over it."
With that, she straddled me on the exceedingly comfortable couch we were on and we resumed kissing. Despite my nerves - I really did feel a little awkward having sex in her parent's house, or on their deck, I suppose - it didn't take long for me to get into the idea of fucking Kara. I mean, she was grinding in my lap and kissing me with such intense passion that it wasn't all that long before I was hard as a rock.
"Do you want me?" she asked before lifting her shirt over her head and dropping it on the deck.
"Yes, more than anything," I replied. Like I said, it didn't take long to overcome my nerves.
Kara hastily took off her bra and I interpreted that as a signal to lean forward to enjoy her breasts. She moaned as I took one of her nipples in my mouth and flicked my tongue back and forth over it while grabbing her ass and squeezing it tight through her rather skimpy shorts.
"Are you sure you want me?" Kara asked.
I looked up at her and saw a smile on her face. It wasn't a gleeful smile, though. It was a naughty kind of smile, like the kind I usually saw on her face before she let her dominant side come out to play. "Yes, I want you, Kara. I know you can feel how badly I want you."
"But you weren't sure before," she replied playfully. "You were nervous about fucking me at my parent’s house. It felt weird to you. I don't want you to feel weird. Maybe we shouldn't have sex."
"No, no, Kara, I want you," I said as it seemed like she was actually considering abandoning the notion of having sex with me. "Please, I want you."
Kara smiled and stood up. She unbuttoned her shorts, slowly worked them over her hips, and then pushed them down along with her panties, leaving her naked on her parent's deck. "Let me see your cock," she said. "Let me see how badly you want me."
I lifted my hips and took my shorts and underwear off before dropping my bare ass back on the couch. My cock stood at attention. The tip glistened with a layer of smeared precum that had dripped out of me while Kara was kissing and grinding on me.
She stared at my cock and reached between her legs. She bit her lower lip in and rubbed her clit slowly. She took one of her breasts in her hand and squeezed it before a low moan escaped her lips. She was, in that moment, the sexiest girl I had ever seen. She was completely, utterly irresistible and my dick absolutely got harder as I sat there and watched.
I couldn't just watch, though, so I wrapped my fingers around my stiff shaft and I stroked myself. It felt spectacularly good, but Kara was having none of it.
"No touching," she said. "Keep your hands off your cock." I released my grip and saw a smile slowly spread across her face. Kara stepped closer. I thought she was going to straddle me, but she didn't. Instead, she dropped to her knees in front of me. She leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock. "I'm the one that gets to give you pleasure," she said softly before kissing the head again. This time, though, her tongue slipped out of her mouth and she gently licked the underside of my cock, stimulating the nerves that live there and sending vibrations of intense pleasure throughout my body.
"Oh, fuck, Kara," I said as she teased me. I kept waiting for that blissful moment when her mouth would engulf my cock and I'd get to enjoy a blowjob, but it never came. Instead, all she did was tease me. She did it with a smile on her face, too, and I'm absolutely certain it turned her on to drive me a little bit crazy with desire.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, Finn?" she asked.
Like I said in a previous chapter, at that point in our relationship dirty talk wasn't all that common with her, which meant that hearing something like that come from her mouth was incredibly hot. "Yes, Kara, I would love that."
She pursed her lips and pressed them against the head of my cock before playfully saying, "It's a shame you're so nervous about having sex at my parent's house. Otherwise I might be giving you head right now. I'd hate to make you nervous, though. After all, I just want to make you feel good."
"No, Kara, it would make me feel good if you gave me a blowjob," I said. "It would. It really would."
She didn't take me in her mouth. Instead, she stood up and straddled me, which seemed so much better, as I was now exceedingly close to being inside her. I reached up to touch her breasts, but Kara grabbed my wrists, shook her head, and said, "No touching."
Those two particular words were difficult to hear because in the moment, I wanted nothing more than to touch Kara. I wanted to touch her breasts. I wanted to pull her close so I could kiss and lick them. I wanted to run my hands down her back and grab her bare ass. I wanted to pull her onto my cock and fill her. I wanted every bit of that, and yet she'd just denied me that.
I also wanted to do as Kara desired. As you know, I'd come to discover that I found pleasure in that. Our exploration of her dominance and my submission - though even by August we still weren't referring to it in that way - had continued throughout the summer and had begun to play a part in most of our sexual encounters. So while it was painful to keep my hands at my sides, I did it.
As I did, Kara smiled and leaned forward. Her lips hovered close to mine as she said, "I do like it when you do as you're told."
Fuck. Those words, delivered like that. It was so fucking hot. The fact that she kissed me a moment later - and that her tongue did that wonderfully invasive thing where she penetrated my mouth - only made it hotter. Then she went and took the tip of my cock inside her. She was so wet it didn't really take any effort. She just had to line things up correctly and then my cock - the tip, at least - was engulfed in the incredible heat and slickness of her pussy.
All I could do was moan. I wanted to grab her hips and pull her down onto my cock. I wanted to touch her, to run my hands over her body. I couldn't, though. All I could do was welcome her tongue into my mouth - and suck on it a little, which I'd really come to enjoy doing - and moan as she teased my cock with her pussy.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
"It feels so much better than good," I answered, though my voice quivered as I uttered the words.
Kara kissed my neck, moaned, and whispered, "Do you want more, Finn? Do you want me to sit on your cock? Do you want me to ride you? Do you want me to fuck you?"
I felt a surge of energy, of pure, overwhelming desire. It took great effort to keep my hands on the couch as I said, "Yes, please, Kara, I want you to ride me. Please, I want you to fuck me."
It's such a small thing, but referring to it like that - her fucking me - was so hot to me. It's the dominant way to say it - for her to say it, I mean - so I'm sure that's what it was. It made me that much more desperate for it, though. I can tell you that.
Imagine my delight when Kara finally sat down on my cock. It was a perfect moment. I mean it. It was truly perfect. It felt so good that I ran my hands up her back. I was so caught up in being inside her that I couldn't help it.
Kara responded by reaching back, grabbing my wrists, and pinning them above my head. She had a smile on her face while she did it, though, almost as if she enjoyed the fact that I couldn't control myself.
"No touching," she said softly. "I'm in control. I'm fucking you. You're not fucking me."
That was so hot. It was so fucking hot, and her grip on my wrists was strong, too. I didn't fight her. I didn't do anything. I just sat there and enjoyed the feeling of being inside her. I enjoyed the utter bliss of my girlfriend fucking me.
Kara didn't ride me so much as she ground her hips back and forth over my cock. She stared into my eyes while she did it and it seemed like her breathing hot a little heavier and faster with each passing moment. It was obvious she was barreling towards her orgasm. I wanted to get there with her. I wanted to grab her ass and try and get her to start riding me, which would have made me cum faster. I couldn't, though. She was in control. She was fucking me.
Kara came hard and relatively fast. She closed her eyes and I felt her legs trembling. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock, too. She managed to contain her moans - probably because she didn't want to make a great deal of noise that someone on the beach could hear - but she had a great orgasm.
After cumming - and taking a few seconds to recover - she kissed me. Her tongue invaded my mouth in that dominant, controlling kind of way we were both so fond of. As we kissed, Kara started to ride me. She bounced on my cock. She bounced hard and fast. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the air. I moaned into her mouth at how fucking good it felt.
She pulled away from the kiss and smiled. She stared into my eyes while keeping my wrists pinned above my head. She milked me with her pussy, riding with incredible speed. It truly felt like she was fucking me and I was moments away from an orgasm just as potent as the one she'd had.
Then, right as I was on the verge of exploding inside her, Kara lifted her pussy from my cock. I looked down to see my shaft soaked with her juices. I could still feel the pleasure coursing through me, almost like I was still inside her. My loins tightened. Then, cum spilled from the tip of my cock. There was no pleasure, though. It felt like someone else's cock had taken the place of mine, for I was having an orgasm without all the joy that comes with.
Kara grabbed my underwear and soaked up the cum before it leaked onto the couch. She released my wrists from her grasp and my hands dropped limply to my sides.
"That was fun," she said with a smile.
"The end wasn't fun for me," I replied. I felt frustrated, like I'd been robbed.
Kara's smile refused to dissipate. If anything it got a little bigger. "I've never seen you cum like that before. It just sort of poured out of you, like a river. To be honest, I was hoping you wouldn't cum."
"Really?" I asked. "Why?"
"It was so much fun to play with you, to tease you," she answered. "The more turned on you got, the more turned on I got, and I liked the idea of drawing that out, I guess."
"Well, I'm still turned on," I said.
She gave me a quizzical look. "Really? How?"
"Because I didn't orgasm. I came, obviously, but I didn't orgasm. It was...ruined, I guess," I explained.
I swear, Kara was delighted with the fact that she'd ruined my orgasm. She was utterly delighted. "Ruined, huh? So, you're still turned on. You came, but you didn't cum."
"Yes," I said.
"And that was frustrating for you?" she asked.
"Yes, immensely frustrating," I said.
"But you still didn't touch yourself. You still did as I wanted," Kara said before her lips curled into a giddy smile. "I love that. And I love you, Finn."
So I was definitely frustrated. A ruined orgasm - I didn't know it was a thing at the time, but I definitely know now - is not the most enjoyable thing in the world. But, it was enjoyable to put that smile on Kara's face, and she really did cum hard, which was also thoroughly enjoyable for me. So, despite my frustration, I felt good. Really good. Great, even. "I love you too, Kara."
She offered a slow, tender kiss - the kind that got me excited - and then said, "We need to get cleaned up. You should really have your clothes on when you meet my sister for the first time."
"Yes, absolutely," I replied.
"And by the way, I came really hard," Kara added. "So I'd expect more of what we did today. More teasing. More of you doing what I want."
"More of you fucking me?" I asked.
"Absolutely," Kara said before kissing me, though this time her tongue aggressively invaded my mouth. "Now let's hurry up and get dressed. They'll be back soon."
There was more of Kara being in control to come. Lots more. I'll be back soon to share more.
