Page 7 of We Own Each Other

I winced, but couldn’t stop myself from moaning right along with it.

Pain tickled the pleasure center of my inner-Sub.

And this domination did the same for my inner-Dom.

It was the ideal situation for a Switch who could never be fully satisfied being only one or the other.

I had to admit, I was beginning to fall in love with the precious Sub beneath me, especially as his tongue flickered against my bulge, taunting that pain again and again, all while his bright crimson eyes watched me.

Unable to hold back any longer, I growled:

“If you want to stop, pinch my thigh.”

He bobbed his head, and with shaking hands, he reached up and tugged down my underwear, letting my hot cock spring out, smacking him directly against his cheek. He winced, avoiding the pre-cum that threatened to dribble into his eye, though with his other eye, he continued to stare up at me.

I couldn’t wait to see him cry.

I groaned:

“Open.”

And shuddering, as if he had just cum himself, he opened his mouth. With his tongue, he stroked the underside of my shaft, guiding the head up over his bottom lip until it finally slipped into his warm, soaking cavern.

Any other time, it would’ve been a purely blissful sensation, being enveloped by the intense heat of Corin’s body, even more so by the velvety pillow that continued to coax my member deeper and deeper inside. But my glans was thoroughly rubbed raw, and every time the throbbing head brushed the rigid roof of his mouth, I was left shuddering with the burning pain coursing up into my abdomen.

I was on the edge of orgasming even from that mild sensation.

But there was something in Corin’s eyes. It was a glint, almost like a challenge. I had been with Subs before. Yet, I couldn’t remember seeing something so arrogant in a Sub before. But maybe I had lived as a Sub too long myself.

Still, all that did was tempt me to mess him up all the more.

So, I grasped Corin’s face between my hands, stroking the apples of his cheeks like a gentle lover, only to cruelly yank him forward. His face disappeared into my groin, though the porcelain nape of his neck, mussed with sweat and the tail of his haphazard wolf cut, was an appealing sight all the same.

But then, I was wholly distracted by the constriction of Corin’s throat muscles. It was pleasantly tight, especially as he reflexively began to choke, providing a nice vibrating sensation that sent shocks of pleasure up my shaft and into my squeezing abdomen. I couldn’t hold myself back. My head fell backward, and my voice filled the elevator with my groans of pleasure, punctuated by the squelching and panicked grunting of the man choking on my cock.

I would’ve liked to have choked him further by cumming directly down into his esophagus, but his shaking hands were making their way up to my thighs, and I was certain he was about to pinch me. Not wanting to risk turning off, or worse yet, scaring off, my precious Sub, I pulled his head back, leaving just the tip of my cock plugging his mouth shut.

I was just about to admire my handiwork of ruin across his face when he yanked his head even further back, releasing my glans with an audible pop. He gasped and choked for only a moment. Then, when our eyes met, he growled:

“Stop.”

My body stilled.

I blinked, completely stunned as I stared at the man beneath me.

His empty and cold countenance, marred with tears, saliva, snot, and pre-cum, suddenly cracked into a smirk I recognized as one I had probably donned myself a million times before. It was cocky and sure. It was confident.

It was one only a capable Dom who knew he had just as much power as any other Dom in the room could wear.

Corin chuckled, giving my sore glans a quick lick and clearly relishing in my shuddering.

“I knew it. You’re a Switch, too.”

There was no doubt he was a Switch. A Dom couldn’t possibly handle all of my commands, or even my praises, without some physical suffering. And a Sub wouldn’t be able to command me even if they tried. He was a Switch, just like me, but I could hardly believe it.

It was impossible.

So, I asked: