"Hey Siri, flip a coin"

"Tails"

His eyes darken, a cheeky grin on his face

"Wait, I've forgotten, what does that mean?"

"You're in charge, sweetheart"

He chuckles as he reaches his arms above his head and gets comfortable on his back. His eyes searching my face as the internal battle rages.

Where do I begin? I could ride his face, or demand he get off his back and make use of that tongue while I enjoy the view.

My oral fixation claws at me as I eye the result of my wandering hands during the movie. My smile gleams as I make my decision, locking eyes with him as I drag my breasts down his stomach, my mouth following with soft kisses that turn to nibbles on his thighs.

He sighs deeply, locking his hands above his head in a display of submission... the power has been exchanged, just not in the way we're used to.

The excitement builds and a fire burns in my lower belly, warmth spreading between my legs as I grind into his thigh. Grabbing a hair tie, I return to the task at "hand", or should I say "mouth".

This isn't the face fucking of Saturday night, nor a means to an end. I take my time, making love to his cock with my mouth as he moans and fights to keep his hands out of my hair. The way he reacts turns me on even more as I rock his tip back and forth deep in my throat.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. Oh my GOD. Fuck that feels incredible"

His praise triggers a primal urge to have him deep inside me. I start with my throat, a few more minutes to really satisfy my oral fixation, then move to straddle him.

I move my hips back and forth, teasing him with my warmth and wetness along his length. His eyes are screaming that he needs to be inside me.

Fortunately, I want the same thing. A sigh that turns into a gasp then melts into a moan passes my lips as I lower myself onto him. We've done this hundreds of times, yet I am still surprised at the way his cock fills me completely.

I lean back, finding the perfect spot and roll my hips. Eyes locked. This is about me. My pleasure. It always is, but this time I'm the one making it happen.

My rolls turn to thrusts as my first orgasm washes over me, my pussy spasms, clamping down on his cock as he watches me cum. Hard.

We settle back into a rhythm, skin on skin. Slick thrusts. Moans and whimpers.

"I'm going to use you for a bit", I tell him, "If that's okay?". I'm used to submitting, and can't help myself asking for his approval which is, of course, more than willingly given.

I pin his arms above his head and ride his cock. Although, I know he could throw me off in a heartbeat and pin me as his fuck toy, he doesn't.

This. This is power exchange. It clicks. He COULD but he WON'T because right now, I have the power. I shiver at the rush of deviant thoughts the flood my brain and pussy. Time to enjoy my fuck toy, I think.

I find that sweet angle again and use him to build a leg shaking orgasm. Fucking his cock with my pussy as my cum soaks us both. My hand on his thigh, the other on my breast as he looks up at me.

He watches me with a mixture of pleasure and pride as I let go of the last tether holding me back and cum hard, clamping down on him, as my orgasm rolls through me.

Panting hard, I shift my weight forward and whisper in his ear, "I'm ready for you to be in charge now".

His eyes are dark with lust as his arms move from above his head and he prepares to take what is his.