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sat in the chair and opening the bottle, he poured a small amount on the tip of his cock and began to stroke himself, couldn’t stop my hips from moving in time with his hand.
    “Is this what you want?” he asked, rubbing the head of his cock just inches from my own.
    “Yes…sir, please…” I moaned and then he helped me to climb onto his lap, my legs cruelly spread over the arms of the chair as my buttocks rested several inches above his thighs. I held onto the chair for leverage and waited until I felt his lubricated fingers slide into my anus. I stayed still, expecting him to withdraw them, but he didn’t. Instead he began to move them slowly in and out of me, stroking me with his other hand in the same rhythm. I thought the wood under my hands would split as hard as I was holding onto it, but it didn’t. The muscles in my arms strained as I used my grip to pump my hips. Apparently tired of teasing, he stopped, and using one hand to grasp my hip, he pulled me down while using the other to guide his erection into me, impaling me on him. I whimpered softly as he entered me, not worrying about a condom. I trusted that he would not put me in danger and I had verified his test results after my session with Dominique.
    “Ride my cock,” he said in a low strained voice and I moved my hips slowly to obey. Using my hold on the chair and my legs in order to achieve the momentum, I rode him.. He put both hands on my hips, guiding me, his thumbs rubbing small circles on my skin. My head fell back as I concentrated on holding off my orgasm. I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it, but I tried my best.
    As he started to lift his hips and drive up into me, I desperately wished for the use of my hands. I wanted so badly to stroke myself. Why wasn’t he doing that? Why wasn’t he touching me? It was fucking maddening. I pulled at the ropes trying to get free as I bounced ceaselessly on his cock.
    “Fuck…yeah…” he grunted in a low voice. “I want you to cum, Ethan.” Then I felt it, his hand stroking me. As I continued to drive myself up and down on him, he pumped me fast and I knew he must be close. Everything tensed and that familiar feeling raced up my spine as my cock erupted onto his chest. He continued to pump me, prolonging my orgasm until I cried and whimpered above him, pulling away from his hand. Placing both hands back on my hips again, stopping my own motion, he drove up into me again and again. His thrusts were hard and swift and his fingers were tight on my skin.
    Finally, he thrust up into me and held my hips against his, bucking a few more times as he filled my ass with a deep resonating groan. With his hands still on my hips, his head came up and he leaned forward to kiss me hard. I kissed him, even as he moaned and panted into my mouth. It was so exciting to see him lose control. Finally, he pulled back and pressed his forehead against mine, could do nothing but hold myself above him.
    His lips found my ear and he murmured gently, “I love how you make me feel.”

Chapter 5
    Journal Entry – Domination
    Ryan and I spent the remainder of that year talking late into the night. We talked about what we were learning from Mistress Nicole, about our sessions and about things that we had seen that we would like to try. It was a whole new world for me, a new set of experiences. I had finally found someplace where I felt like I belonged. I knew that Gary thought Ryan and I to be lovers, the way we were always close, but it was nice to finally have someone to talk to.
    Ryan and I tried to room together again the following year, but the assignments didn’t work out. As we approached graduation, however, I became thankful for that. During our time with Mistress Nicole, Ryan had developed a crush of sorts…on me. I had heard him pressuring Nicole a few times before sessions, trying to get her to let him be with me. I was just about to open the playroom door one day, when I heard them arguing. Of course,