<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?tag=making%20dominant%20wife">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="55261949" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>I could tell you about the date Henry and I went on, but I think we all understand that the date isn’t really the interesting part of the evening. It’s what happened at the end of the date.</p><p>I wore a pair of skintight, black wet look leggings, high heels, and a halter top without a bra. It was far from a typical outfit – I actually borrowed the clothes from a friend – but I dressed with the very particular purpose of driving Henry mad with lust.</p><p>Men can be predictable, and I like that. On that night, Henry was predictably interested in my body. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my ass and I was happy to let him touch it from time to time. When my nipples got hard – I was insanely aroused too, to be honest – he stared at those.</p><p>The idea was to have him overwhelmed with desire by the time our date ended. I wanted him thinking about sex from the moment we met outside the restaurant and I’m certain I was successful.</p><p>By the time we stood at the steps of my apartment after the date I knew Henry wanted me. I knew he wanted me more than anything. It had been a week since he’d cum and I’d just spent the entire night teasing him both visually and with little touches, kisses, and flirty looks.</p><p>So, when I pulled him close for a long, sensual kiss outside my apartment I was delighted to feel him get hard in an instant.</p><p>“It seems like someone is excited,” I said.</p><p>Henry nodded and kissed me again. I’m not the kind of dominant girl that insists she always be the one to initiate a kiss, so it was quite nice to feel his hunger for me as our lips met and his tongue darted into my mouth.</p><p>“Very excited,” Henry said.</p><p>“Would you like to come up?” I asked.</p><p>Henry nodded vigorously and I reached out and grabbed him by his cock. I grasped it through his pants and turned around to lead him inside. I didn’t particularly care if anyone saw, either. He was mine. His erection was mine.</p><p>Inside my apartment I locked the door and led Henry to the bedroom, where I sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at him.</p><p>“I’d like you to get naked for me, Henry,” I said.</p><p>For a moment there was a surprised look on his face and then Henry unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He was in good shape – he didn’t have a six pack or anything, but he looked good – and when his pants came off I was pleased to see a good size cock as well. I’ve since measured and he comes in at just under six inches with pleasing thickness.</p><p>“Your socks, Henry,” I said as I pointed towards the floor. Why do men always seem to leave their socks on?</p><p>He pulled his socks off and stood there completely nude as I sat at the edge of the bed with my legs crossed. I hadn’t even taken my shoes off.</p><p>I felt powerful in that moment. Henry had done as I’d asked and now he was simply standing there waiting for my next command.</p><p>“Last night you said that you wanted to help me orgasm tonight,” I began. “Is that still true?”</p><p>Henry nodded as he stood there with his hands at his sides and his cock at full attention. “Yes. I’d like that very much.”</p><p>“Very good. I’d like you to get on your knees and take my shoes off,” I said.</p><p>Henry fell to his knees immediately and began to work my shoes off. As a man without much experience in helping women out of their delicate little high heels, it took him a few minutes. He got there eventually, though.</p><p>“I know they might look a little dirty, but I’d like you to suck on my toes,” I said.</p><p>I’m actually quite into having my toes sucked on, if I’m being honest. It feels spectacularly good. If any of you have ever had your fingers sucked on by an eager girl, I’ll bet you understand what I’m saying. It’s lovely.</p><p>Henry lifted my left foot to his mouth and kissed his way down my toes. He pressed his soft, eager lips against each and then took my big toe into his mouth. He looked up at me as he sucked on it and I had this deeply arousing sensation that often with strapon play or when I make a guy suck on my fingers. It was like he was sucking my cock. He was on his knees with his lips stretched out around an appendage of mine and it was spectacular.</p><p>He sucked his way down each of my toes and then switched to my other foot and repeated himself. I’ll be honest, I was genuinely wet by the time he was done. I really, really wanted to take my pants off and pull Henry between my legs to make me cum, but I resolved to wait. I wanted to play with him a little more.</p><p>“That’s very good,” I said as Henry finished sucking on my last toe.</p><p>I let my feet fall to the ground and leaned forward. I reached out and played with his cock.</p><p>“You’re so hard,” I whispered.</p><p>“I’m insanely aroused,” he said.</p><p>I smiled and looked at him. “I like that. I like that you’re so hard for me. I like that you’re not trying to jerk off onto my pants, either.”</p><p>“I do really like those pants,” he replied.</p><p>“I know, Henry,” I said as I stood up and turned around. “Do you like them enough to kiss my beautiful ass in these pants?”</p><p>“I do,” he said.</p><p>“Then do it,” I shot back in a delightfully bossy voice.</p><p>Henry’s hands moved to the fronts of my thighs as he leaned forward and planted a series of kisses on my ass. His lips pressed against the shiny material of the leggings over and over. He kissed with just enough force for me to feel, which I absolutely loved.</p><p>I reached back and slipped my fingers into the waistband of the leggings and pulled them down just a little while Henry stared.</p><p>“Do you want to kiss my ass, Henry?” I asked.</p><p>He looked up with a smile on his face and nodded. “Yes, please,” he said.</p><p>I pulled the leggings down and exposed two thirds of my bare, milky white ass and said, “Kiss it.”</p><p>I know it might not sound like much, but I found the moment spectacularly arousing. Henry was fully nude and fully erect and on his knees in my apartment. We’d been on just a few dates and already he was willingly offering himself up to me.</p><p>He pressed his lips against the soft skin of my ass and kissed it. He lingered before moving to the other cheek. Then he showered my ass in kisses. I know he wanted to do more. I know he wanted to pull my leggings off, toss me into the bed, and fuck me. I know he wanted to masturbate. I know he wanted to cum. I know he wanted to eat my pussy. He restrained himself, though. He kissed my soft ass over and over while I watched and got ever more aroused.</p><p>I gently pushed Henry back and turned around. I slid the leggings down and kicked them aside. I spread my legs a little and reached between them to spread my pussy lips. I showed Henry what he craved and I watched as he licked his lips.</p><p>“You want my pussy, don’t you Henry?” I asked.</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>I rubbed my fingers over my labia and slipped one inside. I closed my eyes and moaned, mostly for effect, and then pulled it out and presented it to Henry. He opened his mouth like a good boy should and he sucked my juices off my finger. Again it had that feeling of him sucking my cock, which I found hugely arousing.</p><p>I untied the halter top and tossed it on the floor and I too was naked. Henry’s eyes moved over my body as I smiled at him. I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair. I leaned down and we shared a kiss, which it turns out I quite like. Kissing him while I’m standing and he’s on his knees feels absolutely perfect.</p><p>“Get in the bed,” I said. “On your back.”</p><p>Henry hopped to his feet and climbed into my bed. His cock was stiff and straight and there was a little drop of precum at the tip. His balls were tight against his body, like they were prepping to release a nice big load for me.</p><p>At that point I hadn’t decided if I was going to let Henry cum, but I did want to tease him, so I climbed into bed, pressed my body against his, and wrapped my fingers around his cock.</p><p>I kissed Henry’s chest and moaned as I slowly stroked his cock. I moved my fingers from the base and then over the tip before traveling back down again.</p><p>“Does that feel good, Henry?” I whispered.</p><p>“Yes, it’s incredible,” he said.</p><p>He closed his eyes and groaned as I released his cock and played with his balls. He didn’t try to roll on top of me. He didn’t try and convince me to ride his cock. He did as I desired, which was lay there while I played with him.</p><p>“You’re being very good for me,” I said.</p><p>“It turns me on,” he replied.</p><p>I smiled, offered a deep kiss, and then straddled his chest. I rubbed my wet pussy over him, leaving a trail of my juices as I moved towards his face.</p><p>“Will you be good and make me cum, Henry?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he said. “I will.”</p><p>I pushed two fingers into my pussy and then presented them to Henry. He opened up and sucked them clean. I pushed them deep into his mouth as our eyes met. I smiled. I suspect he had no idea just how turned on I was.</p><p>I straddled his head with my pussy just a few inches from his mouth. “Tell me what you want, Henry,” I said.</p><p>“I want you to sit on my face. I want you to let me make you cum. I want you to let me taste your pussy,” he said.</p><p>I did as Henry wanted. I sat on his face and fed him my pussy. I moved my clit over his lips and tongue and he did everything he could to make me feel good.</p><p>It took about a minute for me to reach the precipice of my orgasm. I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of Henry’s hair as I moved my clit over his mouth at a rapid pace. I groaned, my legs twitched and trembled, and I had a beautiful orgasm.</p><p>The bottom half of Henry’s face was soaked with my juices when I pulled back. “You look cute,” I said.</p><p>He reached up and wiped some of it off before licking his fingers clean. I moved down his body until I was sitting across his thighs with his cock resting against my pubic area.</p><p>“Do you want me to make you cum, Henry?” I asked.</p><p>He nodded as I reached down and took his cock in my hand.</p><p>“Your cock is so hard, Henry. The head is so swollen and purple. It looks beautiful.”</p><p>“I guess that’s what happens when it’s been a week since my last orgasm,” he said.</p><p>I played with his balls and stroked his cock as I looked up and asked, “When was the last time you went a week without an orgasm?”</p><p>“I can’t remember, honestly,” he said. “It’s possible I haven’t gone that long without an orgasm since I had my first one.”</p><p>I wasn’t sure that was true, but I liked the idea that Henry had given up his usual masturbation habits in favor of doing what I wanted. I liked it quite a lot, in fact.</p><p>“I like that you abstained for a week, Henry. You have no idea how much that turns me on,” I said.</p><p>“Yeah? Does it really turn you on?” he asked.</p><p>I stroked him faster and smiled. “It does,” I said. “It excites me to think about you doing that simply because it’s what I wanted, just like it excited me to see you on your knees sucking on my toes.”</p><p>“I’ve never really been with a girl like you before, but I have to say that it excites me too. I really like the way you seem to enjoy being in control. I mean, really, really like it,” Henry said.</p><p>I tightened my grip on the head of his cock and stroked it nice and fast as I smiled at him.</p><p>“I think we’re going to get along very well,” I said. “You may cum whenever you’re ready.”</p><p>I played with Henry’s balls and stroked his cock for a few more minutes before he spilled a massive load on his stomach. Shot after shot of thick, creamy white cum launched from his cock and painted his body. It looked spectacular.</p><p>“Wow, I guess you really did wait a week,” I said in the aftermath of his climax.</p><p>“I wasn’t lying,” he said. “I wouldn’t do that.”</p><p>I climbed off of him, gave Henry a quick kiss, and said, “I’ll get a towel to clean up this mess.”</p><p>I retrieved a towel from the bathroom, wiped him clean, and then cuddled up next to him.</p><p>“Would you like to spend the night?” I asked.</p><p>“I’d like that very much,” he said.</p><p>“I won’t tolerate you rubbing up on me during the night or trying to slip your cock inside me,” I said. “Do you understand?”</p><p>“I do,” he replied. “You’re in control.”</p><p>It was the most romantic thing he could have said at that moment.</p><p>Not surprisingly, things moved fast with Henry from that point on. Next time, I’ll jump ahead in and talk about how we moved ever deep into a fully female led relationship. </p>