Discipline
Hey Jen! So this is the second gift I have for you and the most important one. You’re such a good writer and the goddess of smut, yes, you are! So I’m just too happy for be your secret santa, I didn’t think about doing this, but I was encouraged by your stories, and I don’t think there’s a better way to make my first one, right? So this is for you and I hope it’s not completely shitty.
You might want to hear this.
“Come here, darling” she felt the breath hit against her hair and then she was pulled to one of the guest rooms. It was no surprise to her that attitude, not after that conversation at the backstage of The X Factor, last week.
“Yeah, yeah, I do read the tabloids, but I don’t think you would get involved with someone as young as I.”
“It’s not about age, it’s about wanting. When I make my mind about wanting something, you can be sure I’ll do something about it”.
So she decided to make a move, all she needed to do was to show him how much he desires her. And there she found herself, sitting at his kitchen counter, flirting with that man, but the man wasn’t necessarily the guy next to him, with whom she maintained a pleasant conversation watered with drinks during the small celebration. The man was him.
So many contestants, judges and a few friends, but all she could focus on was his intense gaze over her, while she took a big gulp of the cup which belonged to the guy named Scott. Poor Scott barely knew that under the short dress had two hot thighs and a stomach that was shaking of adrenaline with such confidence and boldness that the man across the room gave to the beautiful girl next to him.
And with so many moves that didn’t lead to anything, he decided that she wouldn’t pass another second with that guy, who just clogged her with alcohol. His mind was made, and so they arrived at the present moment.
“Simon, what are you doing?” she asked as her back collided against the door, already closed.
“I’m giving you what you want” she heard those words being whispered against her ear, while his strong hands went down over her hips, stroking every inch of skin reachable there.
“What makes you think I want that?” her question was as unnecessary as any kind of dialogue in that moment. Her breathing was unregulated, her lips tried desperately to reach him, but she was prevented by the hands on her hips, which were pressing her against the door. It was totally stupid asking this, but in a game, the more moves are made, the farther it goes, and even if she was practically begging for him, she must provoke him.
“This” he slowly pulled away and opened her legs wide, leaving two kisses on her knees, then raised up his hands firmly all over her thighs, then went up till get at her missing underwear, yes, no panties. He smiled of how sassy she could be, and then dragged his finger in the wet slit, till the tip of the sensitive clitoris. He bent back close to her neck, letting light kisses with open mouth over it, as he put the wet fingers in her tongue, not just for her prove herself, but also for her to know who’s winning.
“Let me tell you how you want me to do you, okay?” it was a rhetorical question, but she didn’t left to nod, breathless. Were the rules, you obey who is winning, and have to be always available to obey when and how your master tell you to.
“First, you want me to kiss you, kiss you so hard that your lips throb” with every word he approached further, his body pressing a little harder against hers. The pink lips brushed against his thin lips, but a little discipline it’s sometimes required.
“But I won’t, not yet. You know you like to beg for it. Am I wrong, doll?”.
“Please! Kiss me now, come on” her pleas were becoming in whispers lower and lower, while he got rid of that dress, and warmed her neck with hot kisses.
“You like beds, huh? I’ll teach you a better way” he acted without even getting a response from her. He took her up by her legs, putting her on his lap and pressing her once again against the door, now having access and control to all her belly and breasts, planning to enjoy them the fullest. But she had different plans, she still wanted to taste him, she needed that, and the distraction when he got rid of his pants, was the chance she had to change the game.
“I like kisses! Now make me throb” she said, and then, her tongue brought warmth to him, keeping the fire inside his mouth in every move she made.
She kept with her hands gripping his face, holding him there, to make sure she was in command and he would give her exactly what she wanted. Pulse.
With her body clinging to his torso, he guided his hand down to the pearly clit, rubbing it with rotating movements, gaining moans in exchange, which vibrated into his mouth. The movements were varied, turning her even more horny with every single touch.
Their kisses were disordered now, she couldn’t even focus on a rhythm to kiss him, she bit his lips, licked his teeth, breathed into his mouth and grabbed his hair, pulling them along with every wave of pleasure, which only seemed to increase. And with a little pinch in the pulsating rosy clit, she could no longer wait to feel him.
“Oh please, now”.
His cock slipped faster and faster on her center with so much wetness, making their skin shine. The thick member going as deep as possible into her, causing her words to be stutter and endless, but he knew that those words being moaned in his ear, and those licks on his earlobe, were just to raise his stimulus to a level that make his body numb, or just to make he ache even more for her.
“Oh fuck. Doll” he groaned slamming her against the wall, when her hot liquid spilled all over him, mingling with his. She had an open mouth on his neck, biting and sucking on it as a way to stifle her moans and whimpers; licking his sweaty skin, feeling the perfume on her tongue, making her even more intoxicated with that wave of pleasure, which made her feet numb, and tingled her sore center.
“Kiss my lips” she asked softly looking at him with an angelic face that made him want to fuck her brains out, one more time. She was so beautiful and devilish asking him to kiss her with that beautiful pout, just for him. So he approached, guiding his hand up to her neck, tilting her head to the ceiling, so he could kiss all the way from her breasts to the chin, then arriving at those sweet lips; kissing her softly, yet so shrouded in the heat that her tongue was able to bring to him.
She told the truth, she loves kisses, so she kissed him until her body was able to be sustained properly again, but not only because of that. She kissed him because she was addicted to his smell, his taste, his ways. She wanted him in a considerable time, and she couldn’t have imagined anything better than he really is. She knew he would do so many things to her, like he just did, but in fact, she didn’t know she would feel so many other things when her feet touched the ground, and her dress was decent again, but one thing she knew. That would not be the only time.
“I told you, sweetheart. If I want something, you know I’m going to get it. That’s the way that it goes”.
And with a funny smile she looked at that smug face, making sure he really believed he had made the last move, making sure he don’t even imagine that everything happened exactly how she had planned, because that’s how she plays, that’s how she wins.
