Derick sat on the couch, his phone in his hand as they tv played in the background. Sam manned the remote, flipping stations as the mood struck him. I watched both of them from my comfy seat in the oversized chair. Derick was the larger of the two, more mature. He wore his dominance like a cloak, sure and proud. Sam was the more handsome, quiet type, but I knew he held a secret I had yet to explore. It captivated and enthralled and I wanted to see what was hiding beneath his boyish charms.
I watched them, my mind filled with ideas, fantasies I dare not express but I sat in my own little chair. I let the want and needs consume my mind certain they would not guess my thoughts even as my nipples tightened and my pussy wettened in response to my dreams.
What would they do if I stood before them, if I took the remote from their hand and turned the TV off, forcing their focus to me.
"What are you doing Baby Girl?" Sam asked, his trademark smile in place.
"Playing." I said a little drunkenly, hoping I was teasing also. I was usually a very shy girl, rarely making my needs known. Tonight, there was a courage inside of me, a need that was not going to be denied. My kitten was scratching at the door, wanting to be released. I was going to let her come out and play tonight.
"Ohh." Derick asked. I watched him put down his phone and knew I had caught his attention. I let the smile flash across my face, knowing it was seductive. He leaned forward.
I eyed my captive audience as I reached behind my back, underneath my shirt and unhooked my bra. Both men watched my movements with predator eyes, one dark, one light. I pulled the bra out the sleeve of my shirt and let it fall to the floor.
"What game are you playing Baby girl?" Sam asked.
"A sexy game." I said, grinning. "Do you boys want to play my game?" I bit my lip, half scared that one of them would call my bluff and demand I tell them exactly what I wanted. I held my breath as they looked at one another, and unspoken male communication passing between them. Both turned and looked at me and their eyes told me they had decided to play my little game. My body responded, my sex swelling, wetting with anticipation, my nipples tightened under my shirt and I bit my lip wondering if Derick's dominate would try and take over and call the shots or if he would be content to let me play until I lost my nerve.
"You sure Kitten?" Derick asked me, always checking on my safety first. We were mostly just friends, but he knew my needs and my desires like on other man.
"I am sure Sir." I responded to him. Giving him the honor of the title for this night. Tomorrow we would return to our friendship, but for tonight, he would be my Sir, and I his kitten.
"Baby Girl, you know what you're doing?" Sam asked, his sweet endearment for me taking on a whole new meaning in this moment.
"Ohh, yes Sir, this is what I want." I told him honestly.
They both seemed to accept my agreement. I felt the tension in the air solidify, heighten with anticipation.
"Take your shirt off Kitten." Derick said, his gaze daring me. "Show Sam those pretty tits."
I blushed, I couldn't help myself as I felt Sam's gaze zero in on my peaked nipples. This was what I dreamed of, the fantasy that rode my nights and fed my orgasms.
Sam's eyes watched me, waited and I could feel his need. I let my gaze drop to his lap, saw the blatant evidence of his desire tightening his jeans. This was my power, what drove me to submit. I grew bold, felt empowered as I reached for the hem of my t-shirt. I cursed the fact I wasn't wearing a button up top, but I would make do with what I had.
"Do you wanna see my breasts Sam?" I asked, my voice husky and low with need. Sam nodded.
I teased the shirt up bit, lifting it to show the underside of my breasts. The kitten in me teasing, playing with their emotions. I felt their eyes on me, knew they were watching my every mood.
"Show me." Sam said, growing tired of my playful game.
