I found myself standing in front of Veronica's apartment door, a single suitcase in hand. I had been standing there for about 10 minutes now, and I still couldn't convince myself to knock. It was like there was a primal fear that had absolutely no business being there telling me that if I went through this door... Everything would change.
Which, of course, was ridiculous. This was Veronica we were talking about, my loving girlfriend who was honestly the best thing to ever happen to me. I shouldn't be scared of her...
Was I scared of her? My brain was flooding with constant thoughts about why I was so nervous, what had me so paralyzed with fear, and I just couldn't figure it out. I don't think it was Veronica, so what was it?
Another five minutes passed before I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I finally took the time to breathe and take a quick glance to see a text from Veronica.
'When are you coming over?'
With a deep breath inwards, I looked at the door and steeled myself. Whatever I was so worried about, I would figure it out. Right now, I was going to spend time with my incredible girlfriend.
*knock knock knock*
In nearly no time at all, the door swung open to reveal Veronica in a pretty yellow sundress with white flowers dotting it, her red curly hair tied up in a ponytail behind her back and her eyeshadow winged to the sides to give her a contrasting mysterious look to her cutsie attire.
Her eyelids were lidded halfway to give a sultry, seductive look and her hand seemed to be behind her back as if she was hiding something. I knew she thought she was being sneaky, but she was never very good at being secretive.
To my relief, the moment I saw her the anxiety washed away nearly immediately and instead was replaced with excitement as I saw the enticing look on her face and the fun-loving gleam in her eyes. It shouldn't be possible for someone to be this adorable and attractive, but god did she pull it off.
"Hello, mister. You kept me waiting. That's very rude of you." She purred in an absolutely over-the-top porn actress tone, clearly playing things up to make me laugh.
Of course, it succeeded as I gave her a teasing grin and couldn't help but chuckle at her antics.
"I'm so very sorry ma'am, I got here as fast as I could." I responded, matching her ridiculous energy as I stepped past her to enter the apartment.
"Mmmmm well, we'll see if you can make it up to me." She quipped, dropping the act and instead giggling. "Did you do what I asked?"
As I set the suitcase down, I looked over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow. She was still making sure I couldn't see behind her back... What was she hiding?
"Did I do what you asked meaning...?"
Her demeanor changed nearly instantly, her eyes piercing into mine and her stature standing up straighter. It was like in a single second, the cute girl in front of me had vanished and now stood the predator that I had so desperately missed and been longing for.
"Clothes. Did you pack them?"
I cleared my throat and stood more straight, unconsciously adjusting my shirt without even realizing it. "You uh... You said to pack light so I just packed like a change of clothes or two. Extra shirt, pants, underwear..."
I trailed off and struggled to maintain eye contact as her gaze bore down on me and her eyebrow raised further as if she didn't believe me.
"That's it! I promise!"
I didn't even know why I was defending myself, I didn't do anything wrong!
She slowly took a step forward and to my shock, I actually found myself taking a step back as a shiver went down my spine. I had been in this apartment for less than a minute, and she was already in my head and playing with my strings. How was she so good at this???
Another step closer and looked me up and down, like eyeing a piece of meat, before her expression broke to one of devilish playfulness and a grin broke through her facade.
"Good boy."
Before I even had a chance to process the way that statement made me feel, she revealed what she had been hiding as she pulled a water bottle from behind her back and unceremoniously tossed its entire contents onto me.
Immediately I began sputtering as I reeled back in surprise, having to blink the water out of my eyes as I looked down at my now absolutely soaked shirt and pants.
"Veronica, what the fuck?!" I tried to sound mad but, despite myself, I found the words difficult to get out through my own laughter as I looked up at her to see her gleaming mischievous grin and heard her contagious high pitched laughter.
"What babe? You looked thirsty!" She cackled as she immediately began to back away from me as I tried to lunge for her. "Nuh uh uh! My home, my rules, remember?"
I stopped just short of grabbing her and instead merely gave her as serious of a glare as I could although I don't think it quite hid my amusement as much as I would have liked.
"And what rule is this, exactly?"
"The rule where I say no wet clothes are allowed. Yours are sopping wet, so you need to go take a shower." She insisted with an absolutely insidious grin as she looked me directly in the eyes. "So go take em' off and take a shower like a good boy, and then we'll get onto rule two."
Like a puppet master, she had expertly stopped me dead in my tracks and pulled my heart up into my throat with nothing more than simple words and penetrating stare from those chocolate brown eyes. Every inch of myself felt like it was burning red despite the cold water, and my stomach was churning with excitement and anticipation.
"Good boy?" I barely managed to choke out, to which her eyes lit ablaze with excitement at my reaction. Still, not one to let go so easily I cleared my throat and stood up straight, trying to regain my composure and control of the situation. "What second rule is this?" I questioned, unintentionally lowering my voice a bit to try and appear more confident.
Not missing a beat, she stepped closer and leaned up to whisper in my ear with her lips so close I could feel her intoxicating breath.
"You're not allowed to put new clothes on without my permission."
I stood, frozen, the hairs on the back of my neck standing at full attention along with other things as she pulled back, gave me a wink, and stepped past me like nothing had happened.
"Get yourself cleaned up." She spoke in a cheery voice while she moved into the small kitchen area. "When you're finished we'll eat dinner and watch a movie. Sound good?"
I wanted to give some sort of witty retort, at least prove she wasn't that in my head but I couldn't figure out how to think straight. Her confidence and sultry demeanor was one thing, but somehow the 'good boy' comment got to me in a place I just hadn't expected and it left me dumfounded. "Okay... Sounds good." I mumbled as I started to move towards the bathroom.
As the door closed behind me, I swore I could hear her giggling.
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I stood in front of the mirror, wiping away the condensation as I took in a deep breath. At the very least, a shower did wonders to help me actually regain some composure and process things a little.
Truthfully, this was all very tame. Obviously she had seen me naked before and while we had never gotten all the way to fucking we had more than our fair share of sexual experiences. Not wearing clothes wasn't a big deal, but... Somehow it was really getting to me. It wasn't that she would see me naked, it's that she was controlling me.
I felt like I should be ashamed. I felt like I should be humiliated.
But all I felt was a burning desire to see where this was going.
It felt like there was a massive battle raging within me, one side of me roaring that I was a man and that I shouldn't let this cute girl treat me this way, and the other was saying... Well, why not? Veronica was kind, sweet, and yeah maybe she was a little sadistic but I loved that about her. Why shouldn't I love a strong woman?
It didn't make me less of a man to see where this went right? Especially if she likes it too...
But then again, did she like it? Was this all just some act out of pity? To play into my desires because it amused her? What if she really-?
"Jasper for the love of god, it's been 40 minutes! Food is getting cold!" Her voice cut through my overthinking and left me staring at a lightly fogged reflection of myself before I sucked in a deep breath and let it out.
It's Veronica. You know her. You trust her. You're just having some fun, so... Have some fun.
"Sorry my love, I'm coming! Am I allowed to wear any clothes?"
"Not unless I give you permission, and you have to earn it!" She quipped back as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Well, there you have it. Gotta stay naked. I turned and exited the bathroom to see her bent over the table as she set down a plate, giving me an incredibly nice image of her from behind and more importantly...
Her incredible legs. Against my will I imagined them around my head and to my dismay I felt an erection begin to grow just from the thought as she stood up straight and turned around, almost immediately looking down and smirking at my display.
"Awww is someone excited to see me?" She teased as she moved towards me and gave me a soft kiss, which only ensured my situation down below. "Don't worry, we'll give it a nice work out this week." She whispered before giving an innocent giggle.
"Jesus, is this the kind of teasing I can be expecting for the next few weeks?" I responded playfully, but I felt the nervousness in my voice come through regardless.
"Teasing, playing... Pain." She confirmed with a lowered voice as her hand moved to cup my balls and squeeze just a little harder than necessary, which elicited a grunt from my lips. "I think we've been dancing this dance long enough, time to see it through."
I looked down at her with a million thoughts racing through my mind, and it must have shown on my face. She stared up at me, her doe eyes looking deeply into mine. It was like we were both testing our own resolve. Seeing if we were willing to go through with this. And, for the briefest moment... I swear I saw doubt in her expression.
Not a word was said but I knew we were both trying to see what the other was thinking; if we were both okay with this.
