"You wanna play?"
A wide smile brightened your features and your eyes glittered. "I thought you'd never ask."
"I want something a little different."
Curiosity wrestled with lust to inform your expression. Kinda hard to tell which was winning. "Do tell. A little different, how?"
I closed the gap between us until I was right up on you. Too close. Invading your space. You didn't step back though. You simply raised your gaze to meet mine, a question still in your eyes. I looked steadily at you, close enough to press my lips to yours if only I leaned slightly forward. "I want you to surrender all control to me for the night. You do everything I tell you. Everything. Without hesitation and no matter how outrageous. And you do nothing unless I specifically tell you to do it. I want you to be my plaything for the night. You game?"
Your grin widened. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
"Tomorrow night, you surrender to me."
My turn to smile. "Deal." I reached out and traced a fingertip through your fringe, down the side of your face and throat, onto your collarbone and beneath the neckline of your low-cut tee. Everywhere my finger touched, goosebumps erupted. Your soft, sudden exhalation of breath was not lost on me.
I tugged on your tee. "I wanna see your tits and this thing's in my way." As you lifted the garment over your head, I thrust my hand past the waistband of your shorts and into your panties. Just as your shirt was pulled clear of your face, I cupped your mound and watched your eyes squeeze shut. The slick moisture of your arousal seeped onto my fingers. "Wet for me already. You really want this, don't you?"
Eyes still closed, you simply nodded and purred. "Mmm-hmmm."
My fingers began massaging your pussyβ firm circular strokes one minute and then shifting to feather-light caresses the next. Your hips thrust forward in search of more pressure.
I leaned close and let the words tumble from my lips with a low, animal sound. "You'll do any filthy thing I tell you, won't you?"
I pressed a finger between your slippery outer lips and into the warm, wet opening of your cunt, provoking a whimpered, "Yes."
"And what's more, you'll like it." It wasn't a question, but you answered anyway with another groaning, drawn out "Yesss."
Your sex clutched possessively around the intruding digit. I moved closer still, blew a hot breath over your collarbone and drove the full length of my finger into you. Not bothering to tease you, I took up a firm, steady rhythm.
A telling moan filled the air along with the wet sounds of me fucking you manually. I studied your face, gauging your every breath and movement. Seemed like an excellent time to grind the heel of my palm against your clit while I pushed a second finger into you.
You gasped and your hand shot out to a nearby chair for support, your eyes pinching tighter. I was enjoying your struggle for self-control and focus. It was precisely that self-control I was determined to wrest from you and I was delighted by how quickly your restraint was evaporating.
The force and tempo of my thrusts escalated, bringing forth several vigorous shudders from your body as the tension inside you seemed to build exponentially.
Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your other hand reaching out to grip the chair in an effort to remain upright. Your body thrummed at the bidding of my fingers. Your legs quivered and your hips began to jog in time to my hand. I felt the inner walls of your pussy begin to contract around my fingers. My free hand shoved one of your bra cups down and grabbed the breast within. My thumb and forefinger closed around the jutting nipple and twisted.
"Fuck... Oh fuck, I'm gonna...," you panted, eyes still closed, thighs trembling.
"No!" I snatched my hand from your shorts. Your eyes flew open, struggled to focus on my face, then looked questioningly at me.
"Not yet."
The way you chewed your lower lip suggested that you were struggling mightily to maintain your composure, until at last a wicked grin blossomed on your features. "Don't forget, it'll be my turn tomorrow."
"True, but right now, your ass is mine. Turn around."
You spun to face away from me.
"Pull your pants down." Your pink and white shorts puddled at your feet, though a pair of lacy white panties were still snugly fitted across the curves of your delectable bottom. "These too." I snatched the frilly garment down until it joined your shorts around your ankles. I noticed how the underwear's gusset glistened.
"Bend over and grab your ankles." You complied, but looked up at me. "You sure you wanna go th...?"
Whack. The sound of my palm against your buttocks was surprisingly loud in the otherwise silent room. As was the gust of breath that escaped your lips.
Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. After each successive blow, your grunt came faster on its heels as you began to brace for them.
I knelt beside you while you continued to grasp your ankles. My face was close enough to yours for me to see beads of sweat beginning to form. "You haven't forgotten already, have you? You belong to me tonight. Everything I tell you and nothing else, unless I say. So no back-sass. No talk of any kind unless I ask you a question. Got it?"
Silence.
I rub my palm meaningfully over the tender, blushing curve of your cheeks. "Got it?"