It's almost like a game we play, just every so often, when I'm being a little sassy. You challenge me with that look that tells me you'll indulge me and let me think I'm in charge for a while. We both know it's not true, that you could silence me with one word, or have me exactly where you want me in an instant. And that's part of the game, part of the thrill for both of us, how far will I dare to push this time? How long before you take back control?
You let me lead you to the chair, a slight smile on your face as I gently push at your chest and tell you to sit with all the authority I can manage. I know better than to try anything you can't easily free yourself from, that's strictly reserved for when you restrain me. But I stand in front of you and slowly pull free the long, red ribbon that's holding my hair in its ponytail, a small grin of my own forming as you raise your eyebrows slightly.
My eyes never leaving yours, I take your hands and kiss one palm before slowly running my tongue up the inside of your middle finger, sucking it briefly when I reach the tip. Still smiling, I move your arms behind your back and loosely tie your wrists together.
"So pretty" I tease admiring my handiwork, "Bows suit you."
You shift slightly, getting more comfortable but say nothing as I step back into your eye line.
"Well, now I have you, what am I going to do with you?" I say smugly. My confidence growing, I lean in and run my hands up your thighs, letting my nails dig in through your jeans, and tightening my grip just a little when I reach the top. Licking my lips, I place a lingering kiss on your mouth, but deliberately pull away when your tongue starts searching for mine.
"Greedy boy!" I scold, pouting and pushing my index finger under your chin to close your mouth. You respond with a small growl somewhere deep in your throat which makes my stomach flip, but you stay seated and still you don't say a word.
Standing directly in front of you, I bite my bottom lip and slowly lift the hem of my dress with one hand. The other one follows, my fingers barely touching my skin as they travel up the inside of my thigh. Parting my legs slightly I press my fingertips to the white cotton of my underwear and slowly rub them along my covered slit. You're trying not to show any reaction, but I notice your jaw clench, and your eyes fix on my fingers as they slip beneath the damp fabric to find my clit, and then slowly begin circling it.
Your stare tells me that you disapprove, but I know you like watching me touch myself. Admittedly, you have usually told me I can first, so I might pay for this, but right now it's worth it. The combination of that thought along with my dancing fingers makes me even wetter, and I let my head fall back, exhaling a loud sigh as I tease the first small shivers of pleasure from myself. I could easily keep going until I cum, but I have something else in mind. I reluctantly remove my fingers from between my legs and bring them to my lips, leisurely sucking, making sure to slide each one fully into my mouth and coat it with saliva,
"Mmmm yummy." I murmur as I taste myself.
Despite your attempts to look unimpressed by my display, your cock betrays you, twitching as it strains against your jeans. Using your shoulders to balance myself, I straddle your lap and wriggle into position, making sure I'm pressed right up against you. But I don't move, not straight away. With our faces only inches apart and my eyes holding yours, I undo the top three buttons of your shirt and push it open, dragging my nails across your chest before I grip your shoulders and begin to move my hips. You pull in a sharp breath and I feel the muscles in your shoulders tense as you clench your fists behind you and try to suppress the groans that are threatening to escape your slightly parted lips.
I continue grinding against your straining jeans, your warm shaky breath and the friction from the rough denim adding to the ache that's building between my thighs. It crosses my mind how easily I could free your cock, pull my panties aside and sink myself down onto you. But I don't, I have one more move. My mouth slowly makes its way across the top of your shoulder and up your neck, my teeth nipping your skin and leaving a trail of light marks.
