She opened the front door and allowed him in. "You're early. I wasn't expecting you for another hour. I'm not dressed for din—"
His hands framed her face and he captured her mouth, driving all thought from her mind. He sucked on her lower lip before invading her mouth with his tongue, making her weak in the knees, unable to do anything but cling to his chest and submit to his kiss.
He stopped suddenly. "You lost the bet."
"I...did." She was disoriented. "So?"
"It's time to pay up."
"All right." She laughed, regaining some composure. "What's the price?"
"You're my bitch for the night. What I say goes."
She raised an eyebrow. "Fine."
"Take off your clothes."
"Because that's not at all predictable." She rolled her eyes. "What happened to going out for dinner?"
He took a step closer and put his hands on the wall on either side of her, his face inches from hers. "You're going to do as you're told. Take off your clothes. Now."
"Yes, Sir!" She saluted him.
He glared at her. "And don't get smart with me. You won't like the results."
He waited for her to stand naked in front of him, her clothes in a pile on the floor behind her. His cock was already getting hard just looking at her nude body while he thought about what he had planned for the evening.
"Well?" she asked.
"Undress me."
She reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. She paused to trace the lines of the muscles across his chest and stomach before letting her fingers trail down to the top of his shorts. After unbuttoning and unzipping them, she let his shorts fall to the floor.
Freed from his shorts, his cock strained at his boxers. "Get on your knees." When she rolled her eyes again, he laid a stinging slap across her cheek. "I warned you," was his response to her bewildered look.
"Yes, Sir." She sank to her knees in front of him while he kicked off his sandals and stepped out of his boxers.
"Now you're going to suck my dick."
"Yes, Sir." She leaned forward and licked his cock slowly from base to tip before taking the head into her mouth and sucking gently.
He tangled his hands into her hair and began to move her head back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her warm, wet mouth. "Mmm...that's better."
She swirled her tongue around the underside of his shaft every time it slid out of her mouth, relishing how the flesh could feel so hard and so soft at the same time.
He pulled away when she started to reach for his balls. "Not so fast." He needed to stay in control. Grabbing her by the wrist, he dragged her into the bedroom. "Sit on the edge of the chair." When she complied, he spread her legs and kneeled between them, looking up at her. "Now, if you want anything, you have to ask for it, or you can't have it. That includes orgasms. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
He leaned forward to plant a lingering kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear and whispered, "Good girl."
His warm breath on her ear made her shudder.
He let his fingers run up and down her arms, giving her goose bumps. Dropping a kiss on her shoulder, he slid his fingers across her belly. He slowly worked his way upward toward her breasts, but stopped just short of touching them.
Her breath caught in her throat and her nipples had already hardened in anticipation.
He paused a moment to see if she would ask him to touch her there, but he continued his assault when she said nothing. He bent his head down to kiss her stomach from her belly button to the underside of her breasts, being very careful not to touch them until she asked.
"Please?"
"Yes?"
"Touch my breasts...please...Sir."
His cock lurched when he heard the lust in her voice. He didn't need to be asked twice. He cupped a breast in each hand, lifting one to his lips and swirling his tongue around the nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.
She arched her back and moaned as he nibbled with his teeth, warmth flooding her body.
He released her nipple to roll it between his thumb and finger before turning his mouth to her other breast.
She clutched the arms of the chair, the heat low in her belly making her restless. Her hips began to gyrate slowly in anticipation.
He grinned and moved a hand between her thighs, stroking the sensitive skin lightly, teasing her.
She moaned, lifting her hips toward him, her clit already burning and begging for contact. Her eyes snapped open when he stopped touching her, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted.
"Rub it."
"Rub what, dear?" He enjoyed teasing her. His cock was throbbing as he watched her squirm in frustration.
"Please rub my clit."
