At first His girlfriend’s seemingly voracious desire to suck His dick threw Him for a loop. T/they worked together at a local bank and it had taken Him weeks to work up the courage to ask her out. The first time she blew Him was after the date - which He had thought only went somewhat well, due to His nervousness. As He drove her back to her apartment she put her hand on His thigh, looked at Him with a slow smile, and asked if He would let her suck His dick.
He may have been nervous, but He wasn’t stupid. Of course He said yes. she blew Him like no other girl ever had. He came in her mouth just as He was pulling up to her apartment, and He was flabbergasted when she popped up from His lap, licked her lips, swallowed and thanked Him. He was more than a bit surprised when she begged Him to come upstairs with her.
T/they fucked all night, that night, after she had sucked His cock back to life. In the morning she asked if she could blow Him again, and again when He was done she thanked Him for allowing her to do it. That set off a bell ringing faintly, distantly, in the back of His mind.
T/they continued dating, and somewhere along the way she became His girlfriend without T/them ever speaking of the matter. T/their sex life was near-constant and energetic; it was a rare workday when He didn’t fuck her at least once, and she often enjoyed locking the door of His office and getting under His desk to plead with Him to let her suck Him off. When she started to encourage Him to be rough with her, to slap and pinch and shove her around, He thought she was just trying to keep T/their sexual interest in each other high.
But it was something more than that. He had never been with a girl like her before, and she was setting off something inside of Him. Although He had hesitated when she had first asked Him to hit her, He now took to the job of slapping her around with more than a bit of satisfaction. And whenever she begged to blow Him first thing in the morning He felt like He was waking up for the very first time. she thanked Him every time He came in her mouth, and the more she did it the more He felt like He was realizing some unknown truth about Himself.
This morning she had begged Him to let her blow Him as she always did. On hands and knees she pleaded, lapping whorishly at His testicles as she asked for His permission over and over again in her little-girl voice. He had consented, of course, but as she bobbed and slurped on Him He felt… primal. He felt like a Man for the first time in His short adult life. He reached out and took her hair in His hands. He felt His orgasm fast approaching, and she did too, beginning to work on Him more feverishly, ecstatically.
Somewhere inside of Him a floodgate ruptured open. He decided to give in, at last, to the instincts He now realized that she had helped Him face. He didn’t know how He would go about it, yet, but He knew that He would have her. All of her. Not just in terms of fucking her. He would make her His.
His hand tightened in her hair. He growled low in His throat. On her knees before Him, she burbled happily, knowing what was coming.
This is probably going to be how all my relationships go, though i tend to find dominant Men (who know They are dominant).