submissive dev, dominant para

I crawled towards him on all fours and sat up on my knees. I grabbed the armrests on his wheelchair and tugged him closer, even though he could have rolled himself closer if he wanted to. I stood over him, moving my body like a graceful belly dancer, and leaned my face down towards his. 

"That's not fair," he bemoaned, smirking roguishly. 

"I know," I teased. "I'm just using what I can to my advantage." 

He frowned. "You bad girl," 

I giggled. "I'm not always bad," I smiled and hovered my lips over his, breathing my hot breath on his mouth, then pulled away. 

His expression slackened and he grabbed my ponytail, tugging my head closer to his. Our mouths met and he kissed me roughly, biting on my lower lip. I moaned without volition inside his mouth and he chuckled, a low rumble that set my spine on edge. If he could feel the e-stim treatments that he used on his injured spine, it would probably feel a lot like that. 

He released me. I gasped for breath. I was trembling slightly. His debonair smile flashed wickedly in his eyes. He was so sexy. I could barely handle it. 

He pat his thighs. "Come here," he said. 

Like the good submissive I was, I complied and bent over his lap. I was wearing my favorite lace panties that perfectly accentuated my voluptuous ass. I felt his eyes rove my body for hours prior and I enjoyed every second of it. 

He rubbed each ass cheek individually, savoring the sensation. I shuddered as I felt the contrast between his bare fingers and his wheelchair gloves graze against my skin, first soft then rough. Soft, rough. I constantly oscillated between the extremes of pleasure and pain. He understood that and nurtured my masochism without exploiting me. 

"Fuck," he cursed, leaning his head back as if in ecstasy. He collected himself. "I definitely have a mental boner right now, I can tell you that." 

I wiggled my ass back and forth and gently kicked my legs in the air. "I'll give you the other one when the Viagra kicks in," I said. 

He caressed my ass, squishing the fat in his fingers and releasing it so it jiggled a bit. "Oh, I know," he traced the bottom of my ass and ran a finger along my vulva through the fabric of my panties, a light wraith's touch that set my blood aflame. "Then you can ride me as much as you like." 

Without warning he spanked my right ass cheek. I jolted and gasped, almost falling off his lap. He steadied me with a firm hand on my waist. He was so strong. I was wet just thinking about it. 

He spanked me hard for a good thirty seconds, alternating between each cheek until I groaned as the sharp stinging pain compounded until I could barely handle it. I was about to tap his wrist, the signal to stop, before the slapping subsided. 

I knew my ass was pink by then. The stinging sensation lingered, burning at my senses. 

"That's for being bad," he said, caressing my ass with gentleness that belied his strength. The flesh was tender to the touch. "Good job. You did well." 

I nodded without looking at him in the eyes. I wanted to keep my head down, prostate myself for him. "Thank you, Sir," I said. 

He limned my vulva with two fingers this time, teasing me with every feather touch. I was desperate for him to finger me. 

"I should probably take my gloves off," he said, grunting softly.

"Let me," I said, grabbing his wrist. I opened my mouth and used my teeth to tug on the velcro strap on his wrist, daring to meet his eyes this time. He grimaced, fighting off his desire. The pure lust in his expression was beautiful. 

I pulled the glove off one finger at a time and tossed it aside, then did the same to the other one. His bare hands were calloused and strong. 

With that done, I perched my hands on the arm rest in front of me and kicked my legs again. "Down, girl," he said, pushing down on my ankles. 

He leaned down to kiss the small of my back, then my hip. His mouth was hot and wet and it made me startle. "You're like a hair trigger," he said. "I'm not going to let you run from your orgasm this time." 

I giggled nervously, unsure what to say to that. Butterflies took flight in my stomach. 

He slowly slid off my panties, letting them drop to my knees, and pushed his fingers through my pubic hair as if to revere my natural beauty. It felt heavenly. 

My vagina was slick to the touch as he slid a finger along my vulva. After a bit of lingering, he pushed two fingers inside me, all the way down to the knuckles. I relaxed and opened myself to him, trusting him. He began to push them in and out, quickly reaching a fast and deep pace because of how wet I was. 

"Oh, fuck," I squealed, unable to contain my pleasure. 

Within a minute or less, I couldn't tell, I squirt on his hand and lap. I moaned and gyrated my hips, wanting more. 

"That felt so good," I said, gazing at him in a pleasured daze. 

I pulled myself up and bent over the nearby bed, spreading my legs to reveal my hairy pussy to him. I lowered down to my knees and rested my forearms on the bed. He rolled over and I heard his zipper unzip. He pulled out his cock and stroked it at the base of his shaft with a tight grip, careful not to lose his  erection. 

"This is probably the best time," he said, smiling sheepishly. 

"Can I ride you in your chair?" I asked, afraid of weirding him out. I was still a bit insecure about my atypical desires, still worried that I was fetishizing him and reducing him to a disability, something that was out of his control. 

He laughed warmly, assuaging my doubts at once. "That's kinky," he remarked, amused by the idea. "Why not?" 

"That's not...weird?" I blurted. 

He shrugged, unfazed. "Not really. I just bent you over my lap and spanked you in a wheelchair. There's not much difference," 

I stood up and approached him, suddenly nervous about the prospect. Before him, I wasn't the type of lover to ride my partners much since I preferred to be the receiving partner, but due to the logistics of his disability I was forced to go outside of my comfort zone and get creative in more ways than one.

I stepped forward and lowered down on his lap, facing him. My vagina prodded the tip of his cock and I used my fingers to adjust it, then slowly sat down until his entire shaft was inside me. I sighed in pleasure and began to move my hips up and down, filling myself with more of his cock each time. Before long I rode him at a vigorous pace, rolling my hips to change the angle and go deeper. 

He grabbed my waist and used the momentum to push me up and down, hitting a spot deep inside me that unraveled hot knots of pleasure that turned my stomach to water. 

I met his eyes and we stared at each other with mutual intensity. I slowed down for a bit, arching my back and pushing my hair back. He grabbed my breasts and rubbed the nipples with his thumbs, distending them. I felt erotic. 

He found my clit and began to rub it in small circles as I rode him. I was determined to cum for him, to not run this time. "Make me cum," I pleaded, looking at him with longing. He bit down on his lip and his eyes flashed with determination. He rubbed my clit until I felt the first precursory waves of my growing orgasm undulate in my gut, weakening me. 

"Are you gonna cum for me?" He asked, smiling oh so sweetly. I could tell that he relished my pleasure entirely in a way that my other lovers never did. They were all able-bodied and took their bodies for granted as I did, and used their physicality to subdue and fuck me as a means to the end of their selfish desire.  He was different. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna cum," I said, nodding. "Oh, I'm gonna cum..." 

My orgasm reached my thighs and filled me with indomitable heat, and then it crashed over me all at once. I moaned and slowed my pace as the last tendrils of pure arousal ran from me, then curled up against his chest and let his cock slip out of me. I still could feel my vagina convulse gently. 

"That was so good," I said, nuzzling my head against the crook of his neck. He was so warm and comforting, like dipping into a hot bath at the end of a long day. I could relax entirely around him. 

He rubbed my shoulder blades and kissed my temple. "Oh, you have no idea," he muttered. 

I shut my eyes and let my pain slip away.