Anal Play After the Begging

I made him stay on his knees for almost twenty minutes before I even considered letting him touch me. Anal play is something I only give when someone has already proven they understand the difference between wanting it and earning it. He had called earlier that week for phone sex and spent the whole session describing how badly he wanted to worship my ass. When he showed up, he still thought talking about it was the same as being ready for it.

He was smaller than I expected. Soft-spoken. The kind of man who looks at the floor when he admits what he wants. I stayed standing in the bedroom doorway in a short black slip, one hand on my hip. “Tell me again,” I said. “Slowly. And don’t look at my face while you do it.”

He stared at the floor and started talking. Ass worship. How he wanted to lick me open. How he would stay there as long as I wanted. His voice shook. I let him keep going until the words started repeating themselves. Then I turned around, bent just enough for the slip to ride up, and looked back over my shoulder.

“You can start,” I told him. “But you don’t get to fuck anything until I say the words.”

He crawled forward. The first touch of his mouth on me was careful. I stayed still and let him work. Ass worship is patient when it is done right. He used his tongue in slow circles, then flatter, then deeper when I pushed back against his face. Every time he tried to reach for his own cock I told him to put his hands on the bed. He obeyed. That is usually the part that separates the men who only fantasize about anal play from the ones who actually get it.

I stayed bent over the edge of the mattress and reached back to keep his head where I wanted it. He moaned against me. I could feel how hard he was just from being allowed to taste me. After a while I stood up, turned around, and made him look at me. His mouth was shiny. His eyes were glazed.

“Ask,” I said.

He asked three times before I answered. The third time his voice cracked. I told him to get on the bed on his back. I climbed over him, reached for the lube on the nightstand, and coated myself slowly while he watched. Then I sank down and guided him in. The stretch was deliberate. I moved the way I wanted, not the way he was hoping. He kept his hands flat on the sheets because I had already warned him once.

It did not last long once I started riding. He came with his hands still obediently still and his eyes half-closed. I stayed on him for a few more strokes afterward, just to feel the last of it. When I climbed off, he stayed on his back breathing hard. I wiped myself with a towel, pulled the slip down, and looked at him.

“You can leave when you can stand,” I said. “Next time, if there is a next time, the begging starts earlier.”

Some men call for phone sex and describe ass worship like it is a gift they are giving me. The ones who actually get the anal play are the ones who understand it is something they have to earn while they are already on their knees.