<p><em>A quick note: You might notice some similarities between this and Ivy Craves Control. The character in this has a different approach to her dominance, and I promise the similarities will end after the first part. As with most first chapters, this serves as intro to what I'm planning on doing with this series, and I think you'll enjoy where it's going to end up.</em></p><p><img data-media-id="99481829" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“No, no,” Hannah said as Paul lifted his head from between her legs. “Stay down there. Keep going.”</p><p>She saw the disappointment on his face, but Hannah wanted an orgasm provided by her husband’s tongue. She wanted to lie there and let him work his magic. She didn’t want to bother with cleaning up the mess he’d leave inside her after sex. She just wanted a beautiful, worry-free orgasm.</p><p>After a brief pause where it seemed like he might argue with her, Paul’s tongue returned to her clit. Hannah closed her eyes and moaned. She knew he liked hearing her moan. Every man liked hearing his wife moan. It meant he was doing a good job.</p><p>“Just like that, baby,” Hannah said. “Put your fingers inside me. You know how I like it.”</p><p>Paul pushed two fingers inside her and Hannah moaned again. Louder this time. She wanted him to know he was doing a good job. She spread her legs a little wider and felt her orgasm build. It would take a few more minutes, but she was going to get there. Paul was going to make her cum with his talented mouth.</p><p>Then it stopped. Paul’s head popped up and he pulled his fingers from her pussy. He crawled forward like he always did. He was going to slide into her pussy. He was going to fuck her. It wouldn’t be bad, but it wasn’t what Hannah wanted in that moment. She wanted her husband to be unselfish. She wanted him to use his tongue and fingers to make her cum. She wanted him to show that he was willing to get her off without thinking about her orgasm.</p><p>“No,” Hannah said.</p><p>Paul frowned and stopped crawling towards her. Hannah felt a surprising rush of anger. How dare he frown at her. She wasn’t asking for much. All she wanted was her husband to give her an orgasm without putting his cock inside her.</p><p>Hannah reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair. She roughly directed Paul back between her legs. “Make me cum,” she demanded with more than a little anger in her voice. “Forget about putting your cock inside me. Stop being selfish and make me cum.”</p><p>Paul looked up at her. Hannah saw a touch of defiance in his eyes. She maintained her grip on his hair and after a few seconds applied considerable downward pressure. Paul winced in pain, but he relented. He put his mouth to work once more.</p><p>“Use your fucking fingers like I told you,” Hannah hissed.</p><p>Paul slipped his fingers inside her and Hannah moaned. She refused to let his hair go. It felt good to have such a tight grip on him. It gave her a sense of control.</p><p>“That’s it,” Hannah said as she quickly returned to a state of pre-orgasmic pleasure. “Just like that. Don’t think about your fucking cock. Just think about my pussy. Think about my pleasure. Think about my orgasm. Work me with your fingers. Suck on my clit. Make me cum, Paul.”</p><p>Paul’s fingers swiftly moved in and out of her pussy and his tongue danced over her clit with exceptional skill. Hannah closed her eyes, arched her back, and reached up to play with her breasts with her free hand. She got a little rough with her soft flesh, pulling hard on her nipple and moaning at the pleasurable burst of pain.</p><p>Hannah pulled hard on Paul’s hair as she climaxed. She pulled his face between her legs and felt her pussy lips open around his mouth and nose. She was lost in the pleasure of the exact sort of orgasm she wanted in that moment and she didn’t particularly care if her release was unpleasant for her husband.</p><p>Hannah smiled and let out a long, slow breath as she felt a sense of post-orgasmic relaxation spread through her body. She released Paul’s hair and felt him move.</p><p>“Don’t move,” Hannah said. “Stay between my legs. Kiss my thighs. Soft kisses.”</p><p>Paul looked confused, but he did as instructed. His kisses were soft and soothing, as Hannah wanted them to be. It pleased her that Paul was still willing to follow her instructions. She’d never been so demanding in bed, and yet he’d largely done as she desired without complaint.</p><p>“Do you know how long it’s been since you made me cum like that?” Hannah asked. “With your tongue, I mean? Do you know long it’s been since going down on me was anything other than a prelude to you fucking me?”</p><p>Paul looked up and his lips parted as if he was going to give an answer. Then he tilted his head, looked off, and said, “No, I don’t.”</p><p>Hannah had experienced the same realization in the shower that morning. She’d let her hands wander between her legs and was well on her way to an orgasm when it dawned on her that she couldn’t remember the last time Paul had given her an orgasm via oral sex. It happened all the time when they were first together, but that particular habit had fallen away as their marriage approached its tenth anniversary.</p><p>“I don’t either,” Hannah said. “And I’ve decided I’m not okay with that.”</p><p>“Oh, okay,” Paul replied. “I’m sorry I haven’t gone down on you more often.”</p><p>Hannah considered lecturing him about the lack of sexual equity in their marriage. She considered telling him that she still gave him blowjobs to completion, that she still swallowed for him, but ultimately she figured that would be counterproductive. It had been her choice to go down on Paul and be okay with him only going down on her as a brief form of foreplay. Now she was making the choice to put an end to that lack of equity.</p><p>“Come here,” Hannah said. “Lie next to me.”</p><p>Paul crawled out from between her legs to lie next to Hannah. She rolled onto her side and wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock. He moaned the instant her soft skin made contact with his shaft.</p><p>“Does that feel good?” Hannah asked.</p><p>“It feels incredible,” he said.</p><p>“You know what would feel even better?” she asked.</p><p>“Your mouth?” Paul replied.</p><p>It wasn’t an unreasonable answer, and yet Hannah felt annoyed with her husband. She shouldn’t have. Not really. Why wouldn’t he expect a blowjob after giving her an orgasm via oral sex? Hannah had no intention of giving him head, though. She’d done it dozens, perhaps hundreds, of times without reciprocation over the course of their marriage. She was done with that. It would likely be a long time before Paul enjoyed a blowjob.</p><p>Hannah squeezed his cock hard enough for a mildly panicked look to cross his face. “No,” she said. “It would feel even better if you wait a day for your pleasure.” She stroked him slowly, paying particularly attention to the head of his cock.</p><p>“But I don’t want to wait a day,” Paul replied.</p><p>“I know you don’t,” Hannah said. “Of course you don’t. You never want to wait. But it will feel better if you wait. I promise it will.”</p><p>“Hannah, please, I just want to cum right now,” Paul said.</p><p>Hannah felt the same kind of annoyance and anger she’d experienced before grabbing her husband’s hair and pushing him back between her legs. She didn’t entirely understand it, but something had shifted that morning in the shower. She was no longer willing to be quite as accommodating as her husband was used to.</p><p>“I don’t particularly care what you want,” Hannah said. “So let me make this clear. You’re going to wait until tomorrow because it’s what I want. I will make you feel good. I think we both know I’m quite good at that, but you’re going to have to wait.”</p><p>“And what happens if I don’t?” Paul asked.</p><p>Hannah heard the defiance in his voice and saw it in his eyes. She smiled. “If you can’t wait, it will be a very, very long time before I make you feel good again. No blowjobs. No handjobs. No sex. Is that clear?”</p><p>Paul remained silent for a moment, though Hannah saw the defiance. He wasn’t a man used to be denied by his wife. It faded, though. “Yes, that’s clear.”</p><p>Hannah leaned in and rewarded her husband with a deeply sensual kiss. When he offered his tongue she took it in her mouth and sucked on it as her fingers found his cock and stroked it.</p><p>“I promise I’ll make you feel good,” she whispered. “You just have to wait.”</p><p>A little pleasure seemed to have washed away any bad feelings for Paul. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll wait.”</p><p>Hannah smiled and offered her husband a soft kiss. She was already excited about playing with him again.</p><p>Hannah held up her phone and snapped a mirror selfie in the new lingerie set she’d bought during her lunch break. She sent it to Paul along with a flirty message: “Can you leave work early? I’m already wet and waiting for you.”</p><p>It was fifteen minutes before Paul usually left work and she figured he’d find a way to skip out and come home to her. Unsurprisingly, he quickly replied that he was on his way home.</p><p>Hannah was in bed in her bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings when Paul burst through the bedroom door. His eyes moved over her body and she saw the desire she’d hoped to build by denying him the night before.</p><p>“How do I look?” she asked.</p><p>Paul approached the bed. “Incredible. You look incredible.”</p><p>Hannah put her hand up to stop him. “Get naked.”</p><p>Paul stripped and Hannah put on a little show by playing with her breasts in the semi-sheer bra. She moaned when he pulled down his underwear and revealed his half hard cock. She wanted Paul to think he had a chance at fucking her. She wanted him to think of being inside her while she was dressed up in beautiful lingerie.</p><p>“Play with your cock,” she said. “Get nice and hard for me.”</p><p>Paul stroked as Hannah pushed a hand into her panties and rubbed her clit. She watched her husband’s dick get stiff as steel and moaned.</p><p>“Get between my legs,” Hannah demanded. “Eat my pussy. Now.”</p><p>Paul moved between her legs without hesitation. Hannah pulled aside her panties and he put his tongue to work on her clit. He slipped two fingers inside her just like he’d done the night before. He worked her with passion and he made no move to crawl on top of her. Hannah couldn’t help but feel delighted that her husband seemed to have learned a lesson from the night before.</p><p>“Can you feel how wet I am?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Paul said. “You’re soaked.”</p><p>“That’s because you’re making me feel so good, baby,” Hannah replied. She reached down and caressed her husband’s face as he ate her pussy. She ran her fingers through his hair and Paul moaned like it felt good. Hannah grabbed a handful of his hair. She pulled hard like she’d done the night before. Paul licked her clit with great fervor. His fingers moved in and out of her at a faster pace. He worked her g-spot and showed no desire to do anything other than remain between her legs.</p><p>“Make me cum, Paul,” she said. “Eat my pussy and make me cum.”</p><p>Paul did just that. He made Hannah cum like she wanted. He made her cum without putting up a fight. He made her cum as she maintained a tight, controlling grip on his hair. Pleasure ripped through her body as she climaxed. It felt even better than the orgasm he’d given her the day before.</p><p>Hannah released her grip on his hair and gestured for Paul to lie next to her. He took his place without complaint. She rolled onto her side and pressed her lingerie-clad body against his. She kissed his chest and her fingers found his hard cock. She stroked him and Paul moaned.</p><p>“Does it feel better than last night?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Paul said.</p><p>Hannah smiled. “Isn’t that incredible? Turning you on last night makes it feel even better when I stroke you today. It made you better at eating my pussy, too. You gave me a better orgasm. You worked harder. You worked better. You were completely dedicated to making me cum.”</p><p>“I wanted to make you feel good,” Paul said.</p><p>“So I’d make you feel good, right?” she asked.</p><p>Paul nodded and Hannah leaned closer. She kissed his neck. She sucked on the flesh, stopping short of giving him a hickey but offering pleasure of pleasure. Her lips found their way to his and they shared a deep kiss.</p><p>“Hannah, fuck, I’m close,” Paul said.</p><p>Hannah stroked him faster and watched the pleasure wash over her husband’s face. She kissed his neck and chest. She ran her tongue over his nipple and gently bit the flesh. Paul moaned and Hannah bit him harder. She felt him writhe from the pain, but his cock remained stiff in her hand.</p><p>A pleasing sense of power coursed through Hannah’s body. In one day she’d managed to affect a small change in her husband’s behavior. She’d corrected – at least for a day – his penchant for offering oral sex as nothing more than a means to slip his dick inside her. Going down on her had turned him on. Now he was lying in their bed with his cock in her hand and he was hers to play with as she desired. He didn’t complain when she bit his nipple hard enough for it to hurt. Instead, he moaned like it felt good. Hannah suspected he was turned on enough that anything would feel good.</p><p>Riding a wondrous high, Hannah released Paul’s cock and straddled his face before he could react. She sat on his mouth and said, “Make me cum again.”</p><p>Paul put his tongue to work immediately. There was no sense of frustration in his eyes. He too seemed to be riding a kind of lusty high.</p><p>Hannah gripped the headboard and gently rode Paul’s face as he licked her pussy. She was quite certain she’d never sat on his face and there was something spectacularly sexy about it. It made her feel powerful, a sensation that provided her with far more pleasure than she ever thought it would.</p><p>“You look good beneath my pussy, Paul,” Hannah said.</p><p>All he could do was moan in response. His mouth was completely covered by her slick pussy. His tongue was busy working to make her cum.</p><p>Hannah closed her eyes as her second orgasm approached. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d cum twice in such a short span of time. It was going to happen, though. Paul’s tongue was going to get her off again.</p><p>Hannah cried out and dropped more of her weight onto his face as she climaxed. Her thighs trembled and she gripped the headboard so tight her knuckles turned white. The orgasm felt like it exploded out of her and Hannah wondered if the simple act of sitting on her husband’s face had deepened her pleasure.</p><p>“Thank you,” Hannah said as she remained astride his face. “That was lovely.”</p><p>She dismounted and sat on the edge of the bed with a smile on her face. Her pussy tingled in the most delightful way from the overwhelming pleasure she’d just experienced.</p><p>“What about me?” Paul asked.</p><p>Hannah stood up and walked towards the closet to change out of her lingerie. “You’ll have to wait another day.”</p><p>“That’s not fair!” Paul said.</p><p>“No, it’s not, but what I said yesterday remains true. If you masturbate I’ll make sure that you don’t get to enjoy my body for a long, long time. You’re strong, baby. I know you are. You can wait another day. I promise, I’ll make you feel good if you do,” Hannah said. She didn’t promise she’d make him cum, though. It was turning out to be a great deal of fun to tease him, so Hannah wasn’t sure she would let him climax.</p><p>“Hannah, please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Paul said.</p><p>“I know you’re sorry,” Hannah said. “And I forgive you, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to go back on my promise. I said it would be a long time before you got to enjoy my body again, didn’t I?”</p><p>A genuinely pained looked crossed Paul’s face. “Yes, you did.”</p><p>“And you still masturbated. I wanted you to wait one more day and you couldn’t. I had to stay late at work and you had an hour to yourself and you couldn’t help but jerk off. You didn’t even try to hide it. You just came into your underwear and tossed them in the hamper. It was like you were trying to get caught, Paul, like you were trying to make it perfectly clear that you’re not willing to sacrifice even a little for my happiness,” Hannah said.</p><p>Her voice was calm and controlled, unlike when she’d discovered his cum-stained underwear. Her voice was filled with fury that night, fury that had clearly caught Paul off guard. He hadn’t taken her threat seriously, but Hannah hadn’t let him so much as touch her for the past week as punishment for his failure to keep his hands off his cock.</p><p>“Hannah, I’m sorry,” Paul said. “I am. It’s killing me not to be able to touch my wife. I’m not saying we need to have sex. I’m saying that I miss touching you and kissing you. I miss hugging you. I miss cuddling with you.”</p><p>“Have you masturbated in the past week?” Hannah asked.</p><p>“No, I haven’t. I promise,” Paul said.</p><p>Hannah pulled back the covers and took off her t-shirt. Paul stared at her breasts, which he hadn’t seen in a week.</p><p>“Do you miss my breasts?” she asked in a soft, seductive tone.</p><p>Paul nodded as his eyes remained fixed on her chest.</p><p>“Would you like to kiss them?” Hannah asked.</p><p>Paul nodded.</p><p>“You may do so,” she said. “Go ahead, kiss my breasts. Touch them, too.”</p><p>Paul leaned in and kissed one of Hannah’s breasts. His fingers moved over her flesh and he moaned. It sounded like a genuine release, like a week of total denial had left him as desperate as he sounded while apologizing.</p><p>“Make me feel good, baby,” she said. “Suck on my nipple.”</p><p>Paul took her nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it and Hannah moaned. She felt desire build between her legs as she welcomed her husband’s touch after a week without it. She’d taken care of herself numerous times over the previous seven days, of course. She’d even masturbated with him right next to her – under the covers so he couldn’t see anything – but it wasn’t quite the same as playing with him.</p><p>“Doesn’t this feel nice?” Hannah asked. “Isn’t it better to be able to play with my breasts? Isn’t it better to be able to touch me?”</p><p>Paul looked up and nodded. “I’m so sorry I masturbated, Hannah. I am. I didn’t…I just didn’t think. I’m sorry.”</p><p>Hannah reached out and ran her fingers through his hair before guiding his mouth back to her breast. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “As long as you do as I desire from here on out, it’s okay. Can you do that for me, Paul? When I ask you to do something for me, can you do it? Can you put off your pleasure for a day or two for my sake?”</p><p>“Yes,” Paul said.</p><p>“Good. I’d like you to eat my pussy, Paul. I’d like you to show me that my pleasure is what you care about. Will you do that for me? Will you show me how much you care about my pleasure? Will you make me feel good?” Hannah asked.</p><p>Paul pulled the covers back and moved between her legs. He pulled off her flannel pajama pants and moved her panties aside. He laid on his stomach and ate her pussy as instructed. Hannah closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of her husband’s tongue moving over her clit as his fingers moved in and out of her pussy.</p><p>“That feels so good, Paul,” she said. “You’re so good at eating my pussy. You’ve always been so good at it. You just lost your way for a few years. You stopped thinking about me. You only thought of yourself. You’re not going to do that anymore though, are you?”</p><p>Paul looked up and said, “No. I won’t. I promise.”</p><p>He returned to her pussy and Hannah moaned. She played with her breasts as her desire built. She felt the lust build between her legs. She pulled on her nipples and arched her back as Paul brought her ever closer to a climax.</p><p>Hannah reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. She pulled hard. He groaned in pain. Lust coursed through her as she seized physical control of her husband. She didn’t need to. He wasn’t going to abandon his post between her legs. He was going to make her cum. Hannah liked to grab his hair, though. It felt good. She liked to seize control and make him feel just a touch of pain.</p><p>“Make me cum, Paul,” she said.</p><p>Paul did his job just a few moments later. Hannah climaxed on his tongue. She maintained her grip on his hair and her thighs clamped down around his head. Her body vibrated with wondrous pleasure.</p><p>“Thank you,” Hannah said.</p><p>“It was my pleasure,” Paul replied.</p><p>She smiled. “You deserve to cum. Take your clothes off. Lie next to me.”</p><p>Paul’s face lit up. The misery she’d put him through had come to an end. After a week of complete physical denial she was going to make him cum again. He stripped and laid next to her. Hannah took his stiff cock in her hand. She stroked him swiftly and Paul moaned.</p><p>“How does it feel?” she asked.</p><p>“It’s incredible,” he replied.</p><p>“A week without an orgasm will do that,” Hannah said. “The longer you go without cumming, the better every little touch feels. Just imagine how good my mouth would feel.”</p><p>Paul moaned.</p><p>“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? You’re thinking about me sucking your cock, aren’t you?” she asked.</p><p>Paul nodded.</p><p>Hannah’s voice was thick with lust as she asked, “You like it when I’m a good cocksucker for you, don’t you, baby? You like it when I suck your stiff dick until you unload in my mouth, don’t you?”</p><p>“Hannah…fuck, yes, I love that. I love it when you suck my cock,” Paul said.</p><p>He was putty in her hands. He was hers to do whatever she wanted with. The notion thrilled Hannah more than she thought possible.</p><p>“You like it when I swallow your cum, don’t you?” Hannah asked.</p><p>Paul nodded.</p><p>“I always swallow, don’t I?” she asked.</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“I’ve always been a good little cum slut for you, haven’t I?” Hannah asked.</p><p>Paul groaned. He was caught up in the web of lust Hannah was spinning. After a week without an orgasm Hannah could have said almost anything and it would have turned him on. The fact that she was offering up dirty talk unlike any that had ever departed her lips almost certainly made it hotter. Hannah wasn’t sure why she was suddenly eager to be verbally filthy, but she found it thrilling.</p><p>“Cum for me, Paul,” Hannah said. “Cum for your wife.”</p><p>Paul groaned and Hannah felt his cock expand in her hand. He was so close. Hannah released his cock and looked down to see the head pulsing.</p><p>“What are you doing?” Paul asked in a panicked voice.</p><p>“Don’t you dare touch your cock,” Hannah said as she massaged his balls. “Just let it happen.”</p><p>Paul’s cock pulsed and a thick, slow, steady stream of cum poured from the tip and onto his stomach. He groaned, though not in pleasure. It was pure frustration. Hannah smiled in delight. She’d ruined his orgasm. She’d made him cum without giving him any of the pleasure.</p><p>“Hannah, please…” Paul said, though he kept his hands at his sides, likely from a genuine fear that Hannah would punish him again.</p><p>“I said I’d make you cum, Paul,” Hannah replied. “I didn’t say it would feel good.”</p><p>She watched the rest of the cum pour from his cock. It formed a surprisingly large puddle on his stomach as Paul kept up a steady stream of frustrated groans and sighs.</p><p>Hannah sat up and looked at her husband. “If you can’t follow my rules, that’s the only kind of orgasm you’ll have from now on. Do you understand?”</p><p>A range of emotions washed over Paul’s face and Hannah wondered if he was going to argue with her. He didn’t, though. It took him a few moments to get over his desire to put up a fight, but eventually he nodded and said, “Yes, I understand.”</p><p>“It won’t be as bad as you might think, Paul,” Hannah said. “I like making you feel good and I don’t particularly like punishing you. I will, though, so you need to do as you’re told. For now, the only rule you need to follow is that you only cum when I tell you to cum. No masturbating. None at all. I’ll make you go a month without touching me if you masturbate without my permission again. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes, I understand,” Paul said.</p><p>“You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you,” Hannah replied. “You’ll get a chance to prove it, though. Now go clean yourself up.”</p><p>Paul grabbed his underwear to soak up the cum on his stomach and slinked off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Hannah smiled as she watched him go. She still wasn’t entirely in touch with what was driving her sudden desire to lay down the law in the bedroom, but it felt so damn good she wasn’t going to question it. She was just going to keep doing what felt good. It was her turn to be selfish.</p>