I want to peg Ike, to see his sweet body quiver beneath me in pleasure. To corner him in his study while he diligently types away, delicately placing my hands on his. To tenderly kiss his lips, to nibble his ear and his neck as the tension slowly builds between us despite his protests. To stroke his body until he is blinded by the fog on his glasses. I want to tie him up and force him to the ground, his voice hoarse from my hand around his throat, urging me to move faster, touch him more. Him only allowing me to do as I wish so he can do as he pleases with me later in retribution. I would slide my fingers in his ass and stretch his hole till he is ready, to massage his prostate until he caves to the pleasure and begs me to fuck him. I want to delicately slide my dildo in his supple ass while he moans in ecstasy, tears and drool streaming down his face. I want to grab him by the hair and pump him stupid until the sheets beneath him are a pool of lube and cum.
After I've made him squeal and orgasm to my satisfaction I want to hold his still trembling body close and tell him he did a good job while he licks my strap clean; let him know that he is a good boy. I want to pat his head softly and whisper loving affirmations, his glasses askew and his face a mess while he recovers to his gentle yet stern demeanor.
He would look at me rebelliously, knowing now that I deserve whatever he wants to do to me. With my guard down he would take the restraints I had used to force him into submission and tie my wrists. The rope digging into my skin while he shoves me down, my head hanging off the side of the bed. Before I even process what is happening, he shoves his swollen cock in my mouth and thrusts into my throat. He delicately drags his gloved hands across my stomach and ensures I'm filled with nothing but lust as he teases my lips. He motions a violent thrust into my throat and finally touches my clit, as I get closer and closer to climax. When I am right on the brink of orgasm, he pauses before putting his dexterous fingers in me and pounding the most sensitive parts of me until I can no longer physically hold back. I drool on his dick while I succumb to the waves of pleasure and he makes a mess of my face, showing me that I was never in control in the first place.
When we've both had our fill, I would hold his tired body in my arms idly chatting about this and that until we both slowly drift asleep in the bed we share.
And eventually, in the hazy predawn light, as the morning dew forms on the grass outside, he will look at my still sleeping face. Something having changed within him in the hours since our rendezvous, a soft laugh escapes his lips as his gentle hand passes down my cheek while the other produces a knife from under the pillow. It will glide gently into my throat as I glided into him and I will know as much pleasure from the experience. My eyes will open only once, and they will see his pulled wide by taught muscle, pupils dilated by a maddening lust, and I will pass into the realm beyond knowing that in the end I gave him all of the world’s pleasures... and that he had given me everything I have ever wanted as well.