Power

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”
~ Oscar Wilde

I watch your face as you watch over my shoulder

She is kneeling behind me smoothing lube onto her silicone cock. I am kneeling before her, before you both. She is going to fuck me and you are going to watch.

Close your eyes and imagine it for a moment. Just the thought of it makes my cunt ache with need and my breath hitch slightly in anticipation. I wank to that idea sometimes. Sometimes I am on all fours, sometimes strapped down on the bed legs tied open. I can smell myself. I can smell you. I can smell him.

He tells you to do it.

“Fuck her” It’s not a question but a statement. No, actually it’s a command.

I almost want to reply and say “Yes, do what Daddy tells you” but then you grin at him. Then at me. Your smile turns from a coy ‘yes Daddy’ to something else as you look at me, something more wicked and I realise that you like the power. His and your own.

His hand slips over my mouth as you push into me smothering my groan in his palm.

Yes the power. It is all so hot don’t you think?