"Mmm dum di dum di dooo," Amy hummed under her breath, adding more ingredients to the blue ceramic bowl on the marble counter in front of her. "Vanilla... vanilla... Mark! Where did you put the vanilla?" she called over her shoulder as she shuffled items around the spice cabinet.
"Weeellll..." A smile spread across Amy's face at the rumble of Mark's voice in her ear and his arms around her waist. "I don't think that I've ever had a use for vanilla." As he began to sway with the music, she brought her arms down over his and leaned back against his muscled body. Mark continued, "So if you can't find it, I imagine we must be out."
Amy stiffened and started to straighten in annoyance but relaxed when he pushed her blonde hair away from the curve of her neck and began nuzzling there, nipping at the skin. "Awww man... Mmmm..." Her tone husky, Amy's words trailed off.
"Why? Do you need it now?" Mark punctuated his words with kisses, sucking lightly, dragging his teeth along her sensitive flesh each time he withdrew to speak.
"Cookies," Amy replied, head falling to one side.
"Cookies?" Mark chuckled, a low sound of satisfaction at her response. "That's not what I asked, but I get the idea." Turning Amy in his arms, he enjoyed the sleepy, sensual look in her brown eyes. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her deeply, pulling at her lips with his own, until she clasped her hands around his neck and started moving against his body, small sounds coming from her throat. Then he pulled back, turning towards the living room. "Ok, we can go to the store now, if you like."
Amy stood staring after him, mouth agape. "What?"
Mark glanced back, eyebrows raised. "Vanilla... remember? We don't have any and I hear they sell little bottles of it at the grocery store. So let's go."
"But... You... Why would you... " The look on her face verged on petulant and Mark stilled.
"Amy, you like it when I tease you."
"I do! But not so we can go to the grocery store! That's not fun at all!"
"No?" Mark cocked his head and drew Amy towards him by her hand.
"No!" Suddenly, she found her head pulled back roughly by her hair and her breasts crushed against his chest. Mark whispered in her ear, "You want to stay here?"
Amy whimpered, her pussy contracting. "Oh! Yeeesss..." The sound slipped from her lips as a near hiss. He scraped his teeth along the edge of her earlobe and Amy trembled in his grasp, rubbing her pelvis against Mark's hard dick. He used his right hand to reach under her loose skirt and his body, along with a hand in her hair, to propel her up against the kitchen wall.
"Spread your legs," Mark growled. Amy quickly complied with a sigh. The beginnings of a smile danced on her lips. She thought she'd won. Blood rushed into her nipples and pussy, making them pulse. Mark cupped her sex roughly, his palm moving in hard mini-circles and his fingers pushing the fabric of her panties against her moist hole. Amy responded by sliding her body down the wall to ride his hand but moaned in frustrated lust when Mark pulled her up short with his firm grasp in her hair.
"You're not going anywhere unless I put you there, do you understand me?" Shivering, Amy nodded, slipping into her submissive role with ease.
"Yes. Yes, I understand."
