I Hate It When You Beg Me

I hate it when you beg me. Christ it gets annoying. Last night it was "let's watch TED". This morning "take me to breakfast!" I can't tell if you're doing it on purpose, or you know that it's getting under my skin. I have a slight suspicion it's the latter. Now again you're begging me to come watch another stupid movie with you. I struggle to not show tension, but lately you've been such a whiney little bitch. And I think I know why. I've been so busy of late, work is requiring so much of my time; I wish I could spend more time with you but I just cant. I noticed when I caught you watching porn last week. The look on your face when I caught you will forever be engrained in my mind. So pathetic yet you looked so innocent at the same time. If I hadn't worked late that night I might have taken you right there on that desk and given you exactly what you wanted.

"Daniel... pllleeeasssseeee" you call from the room again. Your beckons fall on deaf ears. I wonder when you're going to finally give up and call it a night giving me some peace and quiet. But unfortunately after a few more minutes you walk into my study, peak your head in the door and say "I'll do

anything

" I hear you take light footsteps towards me, and when you make it to the back of the love seat I'm sitting in, you start to run your hands through my hair. You know me too well, you know exactly what to do to turn me on, and I hate that. You go from my hair to my ears and my body starts to shiver.

And that's when It triggers. I swiftly stand up, turn around and face you. You crack a slight smile, feeling so accomplished. I actually pity you. I tell you to sit on the, you ask me why but before you can finish I cut you off with a firm "

now

". You take a seat and cross your legs and look up at me. You're wearing yoga pants probably with the intention to tease me with the round shape of your ass, which it never fails to do. You stole another one of my button up shirts rolling the sleeves up and having it buttoned up just enough to hide nothing. Your hair pulled back neatly in a ponytail, again you know me to well. My pants are now feeling stiff and uncomfortable due to the view I currently have and the ideas that are swarming my brain.

You finally speak up and in a coy way ask me what I want. I tell you flatly to unbuckle my pants. You follow my instructions, going slowly in a vain attempt to tease me. I put my finger under your chin and pull your gaze up to mine. Your eyes are so beautiful and I love the cute little face you make when you're trying to please me. My pants fall to the floor and you reach up to pull down my boxers. But before you can do so I quickly grab your hands say no.

I crouch down, so we're on eye level. And start to unbutton your shirt. I lean closer and start to kiss your stomach, working my way up. I run my nose along the insides of your breast teasing them with my breath. I make my way up to face you. We look at each other for a moment you start to lean in for a kiss but before you can make it I snatch your throat up with my hand and push your neck back.

With my other hand I pull down my boxers, revealing the full efforts of all your teases. I get on the seat and position myself over you so you're now on eye level of my hard self. I tell you to open your mouth and before you know it I force myself inside your mouth. Slowly at first and making sure not to slide it all in I go back and forth, in and out. I take my right hand and grab your hair, and with my left continue to squeeze your throat, not enough to choke you, but enough to restrict your airflow. I finally stop moving back and forth and instead use my right hand to pull your head back and forth. I look down to see you rubbing yourself over your pants. I'm half tempted to tell you to stop as punishment, but I allow it. I even allow you to slide your and inside your pants. I feel your muffled moans and in makes me move your head back and forth faster.

I finally slam your head into me, forcing all of myself into you. You take the opportunity to run your tongue around my head, cause me to let out a long moan of pleasure. I pull your hair and step back I stroke myself for a few seconds and proceed to finish on your body. I pull up my boxers, and leave the room. Wondering how long it will take you to make it to our room so we can continue.