“Who’s in charge, princess?”
She giggled. “I don’t know, Sir. Maybe I should make the decisions tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? And what would you tell me to do, kitten?”
She paused. Usually he replied with something stern, reminding her of her place. She had no desire to take control and he knew it. He was calling her bluff.
“I…umm… you’re going to make me cum a lot” she taunted. That should do it. He’d definitely say no to that.
He fought to hide his smile. His mouthy little toy was cornered and he enjoyed watching her struggle.
“Good idea, princess. You’ve had a stressful week and you deserve a reward. Go on. What should I do to please you?”
“P-please Sir, make me cum?”
“I will, kitten. Repeatedly. But you’re in charge. You have to tell me how.”
She bit her lip, trying to figure out her next move.
“Umm.. I want you to suck on my nipples and eat my pussy. Please, Sir?”
“Is that a command, baby? You’re in charge, aren’t you? It sounds like you’re begging. Try again.”
She glared at him and attempted a more forceful tone. “You heard me, Sir. Suck on my nipples and then give my clit some attention. Now.”
The praise made her squirm. Is the game over yet? Just take me already. I don’t want control.
He leaned down, his tongue running gently over her hard nipple as he tweaked the other one. Without warning, he sucked it into his mouth, his other hand pinching hard.
She squealed, “S-sirrrr! Please. I want to cum. Please give my needy clit some attention.”
Her eyes widened. “What? You can’t say no! I’m in charge. You have to do it.”
He smirked. “Of course I can. You challenge me all the time. I’m saying no. I don’t want you to cum yet.”
“Are you going to punish me, kitten? Spank me? You know that’s what I’d do.”
“Well…I… umm… maybe. Can’t you just do it, Sir?”
“I don’t know, can I? Make me.”
She was trapped. He watched her, grinning.
“Sir… I don’t know… I don’t want… I just…” she rambled, trying to find a way out.
“What’s wrong, princess? Did your mouth get you into trouble?”
“Yes, Sir.” She whispered, eyes wide and pleading.
“You don’t want control. Do you, kitten?”
“Tell me what you really want.”
“I want to be your fucktoy. Your good girl. I want to beg, serve, and obey. I’ll even bark and hump your leg. I’ll be your obedient little slutpuppy. I’m sorry I sassed you. Please please will you take control now? Please, Sir!”
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“That’s my good girl. Leave your hands just like this. Don’t you dare move. Do you understand, princess?”
“I believe you wanted me to eat this messy little pussy.” He placed a chaste kiss on her clit.
She gasped. “Y-yes Sir! Pleaseeee!”
“I’ll give you what you want, kitten. Just one rule.”
He interrupted, his voice stern. “Who is in control?”
“Who makes the decisions?”
“Are you going to cum tonight?”
“Good girl. Relax. We’re going to be here a while.”
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