Page 2 of We Own Each Other

“You’re right. You’re not regular at all. But that’s why it’s so fun to play with you.”

He made his way over to the bed, standing at the edge. I wasn’t in the mood to play, but I knew that was exactly why he had called me to his room. I would’ve much preferred to stay in my bedroom and play with myself, imagining myself commanding a Sub of my own.

Wanting to pout a bit, I turned over onto my side, my back to Rutherford.

He chuckled again, causing goosebumps to bloom along my spine.

“Don’t pout. You have no idea how satisfying it is to dominate someone who has the capacity to dominate. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

He was right; I had no idea.

I was compelled to give it a try now. Rutherford was a powerful Dom, but he wasn’t as rigid and strong as he had been when I joined his harem. There was a pretty good chance I could dominate him now.

A bit more interested, I peered back over my shoulder to find him smiling at me.

“Come here.”

There it was. Inside me, a deep tingling was beginning to stir in my abdomen, coaxing my cock back to life. But it wasn’t for the reason it used to be — when I was willing to settle for life as a Sub. This was my Dom side manifesting. I could tell from that tingling that he wasn’t strong anymore.

I was a stronger Dom.

And that was the biggest turn-on imaginable.

But I wasn’t willing to play my cards just yet. I wanted him to still think he had all the power over me. I wanted to build him up so I could painfully tear him down.

So, I rolled over onto my stomach, got up on all fours, and started the languid crawl to the edge of the bed. His hand was out, fingers hanging loosely in the air. This was common. He loved this sort of thing.

As I neared, I opened my mouth, taking those limp fingers in.

I massaged the length of them with my tongue, fumbling them around and sucking on them like they were candy.

Then, as expected, they stiffened. He shoved them down until they were forcing their way into my throat. My entire body convulsed, and I reflexively gagged, spit bubbling up and dribbling out of the seal between my lips and his hand. Though my eyes were swimming with tears, I could still make out the smile steadily creeping across his lips.

Shushing me, he whispered.

“Good boy. You can take it.”

I could, but could he?

I couldn’t withhold my own smile, trying to strain around his hand.

That’s when I did it.

I bit down.

Rutherford yelped, and his hand was out of my mouth, leaving me gasping and gaping. There was a satisfying burn left in my throat that scratched an itch in the pit of my stomach. Any other time I would have reveled in it, even asked for more, but I held back. There was something much more pleasurable waiting for me.

Swiping at my eyes and clearing the tears, I glanced up.

There was my Dom, staring down at me, cradling his little old hand as if I had nearly cut it off. It was funny how frail he looked. It was even funnier that he was using his Dom glare, and there was barely even a tingle. It was clear to me then. The strong, imposing Dom I once knew was long gone, and I was going to use that to my advantage.

He growled:

“So much for being a good boy. What’s gotten into you?”

It was time.

I shifted upward, balancing on my knees so we were eye to eye. I narrowed my gaze, focusing intently on the pitiful man before me, and then commanded: