Defiance. That is what I see in her blue eyes. Her posture. She exudes it through her pores. My cock gets harder, staring at her, staring back at me. I adjust myself in my jeans. She watches my every move, relaxed in her submission, sitting on her heels, legs spread wide, hands upturned on them.
I make sure she sees what I am doing.
I move towards her until she is forced to bend her back to look up at me. My finger traces her chin and I push my thumb into her mouth. She sucks it greedily, never breaking eye contact, using her tongue as if she were sucking my cock. I twitch in my jeans and curse under my breath. She releases my thumb and smirks at me. She is going to try to turn this around on me. I don't give her the satisfaction of seeing how that affects me.
I love the challenge and I think she knows it.
I move around her petite body and she attempts to follow me with her head. Her hands come off her thighs, I grab her long black ponytail and move her head back into the forward-facing position.
"Eyes front Pet. Hands in position."
She huffs and returns her hands to their proper position.
I wind her hair around my hand as I move to her back. Gently, slowly, I pull back and bend to kiss her mouth, physically dominating her position. Nowhere to move, she opens for me. Her tongue plays with mine, her breath minty and sharp. A slow dance of twisting and touching, teasing each other. I break off the kiss and move to her neck.
She is so sensitive there. I lick her just below her ear and watch her raspberry nipples tighten, impossibly more than they already are. My action elicits a tiny moan and I know I almost have her. I can scent her sex, the perfumed arousal driving my own. My hand moves down the front of her body, my rough skin causing good bumps to erupt in their wake. I squeeze her breast. She cries out at the playful torture, moving her hand from her thighs again, in an attempt to replace my own.
I see the movement and tighten my grip on her hair, twist her nipple, squeezing tighter.
Her hands freeze. Her mind is right there, ready to surrender.
"If you can't keep your hands in position, then use them. Spread yourself open. Edge for me," my face is right next to her ear.
She hesitates.
"Now, Olivia. Do not make me spank you again. The third time will not be a charm for you."
Her hands move slowly down her body, sliding down her thighs and back up again to her apex. She knows I am watching every single inch she touches. Her fingers reach her mound and I can see the wetness shining on her fingertips as she begins to play for me. She spreads her lips open and teases herself.
"Good girl," I whisper.
She moans so loud, I knew it was done. Her body, her mind, was mine.
"Face down, Liv."
She lowers her body, her cheek touching the floor, ass in the air. Her fingers are still playing in her pussy, but slowly. Edging her little nub, getting wetter for me. I turn and walk to my chair. I sit down, legs stretched out in front of me, cross my ankles, her at my feet. The marks from my hands on her skin...I could see all of her secrets. Her hips moved ever so slightly, her whimpering music to my ears.
Relaxed, at ease with the scene before me, I pull my cock out. Slow stroking from base to tip, I watch her fingers. The veins lining my shaft, rock hard, hot to the touch, and pulsing, matching the rhythm of her hips take as she tortures herself for me.
I tilt my head and watch her as I stroke.
