"you’re being awfully loud today, aren't you? tapping your nails, rolling your eyes, pushing every little boundary just to see if I’m still paying attention. you’re practically begging for me to snap" I’m not even looking at her. I’m just turning the page of my book, perfectly calm, while she sits there vibrating with all that unspent bratty energy. I can hear her breathing change. she hates being ignored. she thinks if she pushes hard enough I’ll just give in and play her game. she has no idea I’ve already decided exactly how this ends. "come here." It’s not a request. she stumbles a bit caught off guard by the sudden drop in my voice. when she’s close enough I hook my fingers into her belt loop and pull her between my knees. she tries to smirk, tries to say something but I press my lips against hers to silence her. "you’ve been asking for my attention for two hours. now you have it. all of it. and you’re going to wish you hadn't" I slowly slide my hand down until i reach between her legs. she gasps while my fingers caress her gently through the fabric. I just hold the pressure there. "you don't touch yourself. you don't move your hips. you don't even breathe deeply unless I tell you it's okay. you wanted to play? sure but I make the rules” the flip is instant. the bratty light in her eyes dies out, replaced by that wide eyed and apprehensive look. "I’m going to edge you until you can’t remember your own name. and every time you think you’re allowed to cum I’m going to stop. I’m going to take my hands away and make you sit there until you beg. you wanted me to notice you sweetheart... well, I’m noticing everything now aren’t I? hands back. I didn't say you could touch me yet” I pull my hand away just as she’s about to cum, leaving her in that agonizing empty space. she lets out a sound, that half sob half growl her hips stuttering as she tries to chase the ghost of my fingers. she looks wrecked, hair a mess, lips swollen, and those eyes that were so full of attitude an hour ago are now just glazed and pleading. "I... please" she chokes out her back arching off the bed "I can't. It hurts. please I’m sorry” I love this part. the moment her attitude finally dissolves and I’m left with just the raw honest vulnerable version of her. completely at my mercy. "you’re sorry? for which part sweetheart, the eye rolling or the way you kept talking over me? actually don't answer. I don't want words. I want to see you work for it" i want her to show me how sorry she is. I lean over her, my lips hovering just an inch from her ear, my hand caressing her inner thighs. I’m not touching her anymore, but I can feel her trembling. she’s dripping, the scent of her filling the space between us, and she’s shaking so violently she can barely keep her hands above her head. a few denied orgasms later, I whisper "tell me what do you want. say it clearly”. "let me cum... please please let me" she whimpers, her voice breaking. "good girl. now stay absolutely still while I give it to you" I sink three fingers in her all at once hard and deep hitting that spot I know makes her brain short circuit. her entire body vibrating as the orgasm hits her. I don't let her drift off though, I keep the pace steady, grinding my palm against her, forcing her to feel every single throb and after shock. "look at that" I whisper watching her eyes roll back. "look how easily you break. you’re such a pretty mess for me. my quiet needy perfect mess. was it worth the wait?" I don't even wait for an answer. I just kiss her forehead. finally letting her go limp knowing that for the rest of the night she won't be saying a word.
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