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nipple and gently nibbled on it.
    Tom rubbed my arm before reaching up to grab my hair and push down.  He couldn’t seem to help himself.
    “This is my show.”  I quickly left the bed and returned with a scarf and tied his hands to the bedhead.
    Tom groaned and yanked at it futilely .   Unlike me, he didn’t like the loss of control.  However, he gradually relaxed.
    “That’s better.”  I grinned down at his pliant form.
    I painted the other nipple, his neck, and then dribbled some in a pathway down to his cock which was semi-erect.  When I finally applied it to his cock, it tightened and shrank in response to the cold.
    “Let’s see if I can heat it up.”  I grinned and licked the length of his cock before sucking in the head.  Instant response.  When his cock was large, I dabbed on some more yogurt.  No shrinking this time.  I sucked in the head and it was divine.  Like eating hot sticky date pudding with the contrasting cold ice cream.
    “That’s great Sherry but make sure you leave some for me to eat.”
    “Do you want a turn?” I asked in surprise.  This was meant to be about him.
    “Yes.”  He tugged at the scarf.  “Let me up.”
    I reached up and released him and immediately found myself on my back.  Tom reached over and tied me up.
    His erect cock became harder and I suddenly realised that this was what turned him on more than anything else.  Not just tying me up but being in control.  Even if I came up with the ideas, it was usually always Tom who was in control and that made me wet and hot.
    “I never realised how dominant you are.”
    “Is that a problem?” Tom asked as he painted a nipple with yogurt.  I flinched as the nipple pebbled from the cold.
    “Hell no.  It makes me hot.”  I groaned and arched up into his suckling mouth.  My sensitised nipple exploded with pleasure from his hot mouth.  “It makes me feel free .”  Even though I was the one submitting , it was empowering knowing how focused Tom was on my pleasure and how that gave him pleasure.
    Tom dripped some yogurt on my clit.  I shrieked at the cold.  Thank God it wasn’t ice cream.  That would have killed me.  Tom sucked my clit into his hot mouth and I nearly melted at the contrasting heat.
    “Oh, yeah.”
    Tom looked up and grinned.  “I love listening to your response.  Your little groans and sighs are such a turn on.”
    He dabbed some yogurt on his cock.  “I’m going to push some up y our pussy then lick it out.”
    I gave a small shriek at the cool invasion before the heat overtook me and I sighed my pleasure.
    Tom withdrew and crawled up the bed.  “Suck it off.” He thrust his cock into my mouth and I eagerly devoured it, sucking off the yogurt as he pumped inside my mouth.  I had never seen him quite so dominant before. 
    “I love it when you command me.”  I was all for encouraging his confidence.
    Tom moved back between my legs and stuck his tongue in my vagina.
    “Your tongue’s so hot,” I gasped.
    Tom placed his hands on either side of my legs and pushed them down.
    I felt a gush of honey liquid in response.  “I love it when you hold me down.”
    Tom stabbed his tongue into my vagina again and lapped up the yogurt while I writhed in ecstasy. 
    Tom rose up and thrust inside me.  “Now I’m going to fuck you hard and hot.”
    “That does it for me.”  I groaned as he pumped inside me building us to a crescendo until we both exploded with pleasure.
    Tom collapsed to my side and I rolled so he could spoon against me.  A black head with ginger eyebrows stared curiously at me from the side of the bed.
    I shrieked.  I’d been so consumed with Tom that I hadn’t realised Coal had come in.
    “Down,” Tom said sternly. 
    Coal’s front ginger paws slipped off the bed and he disappeared.
    He never obeyed me like that.  Even the dog knew who was in control.
     
    “So how are the Friday night flings going?”
    I looked over at my two friends and considered