Warranted.
I recognized the opportunity as soon as she approached me. This wouldn’t be about her. I could envision myself lowering to my knees for him.
Her fingers has grazed my skin many times. But I played along and pouted my bottom lip. Her soft, familiar mouth sent hot air down my neck as she slid her fingers along my leg, up my dress and immediately parting my lips. I gasped for a breath feeling her finger enter me. That one finger, slowly entering deeper and deeper until I could feel her entire palm pushing against me, pushing me back further and further on the bathroom counter. That one finger became two fingers, I could feel my ass ripping against the granite as I finally hit the mirror.
My head fell back and I closed my eyes. I imagined his fingers inside me. Rough…bigger, stretching me out as they strained in and ripped out. His grip tightening around my neck, forcing my eyes to look at him. His eyes burning down on me, capturing every flinch. His breath increasing and his cock swelling against my leg. His presence claiming me, owning every moan that escaped me and every drop that seeped out between my legs. The mere thought of what was next made my back arch and my legs widen, lifting my right leg up on the counter.
My nipples began to bud as I felt her warm breath eating away at the buttons down my chest. As soon as she licked, the tiniest of circles around one, they both stood to attention and my left leg raised onto the counter, fully inviting her in. Her supple lips grazed each one, teasing me. Fully sucking them in and then drawing back to see what she had done. Finally, taking a full step back to look at me. She enjoyed the submission of her secret. I enjoyed what I knew would follow. He would ask me.
It wasn’t the pleasure I was after, it was the punishment. The punishment that came from him when he knew what I had done. Sometimes the sexiest part of an encounter is the moment when my will is defeated, when I am forced to do that which I don’t “want” to do, when my power is overcome. Just as I know he craves those times when he can overpower me and assert his dominance forcefully. It’s not about being a brat, it’s merely about knowing him enough to please him. My pleasure always lies in pleasing him.
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Just as quickly as she stepped back to admire my glistening pussy, she pushed my legs wider apart and fell to her knees. I grabbed her golden hair, wrapped it around my hand pulled her up to my face. I licked all the way around her pouty mouth, finally sliding my tongue inside, just for a moment. I wrapped each leg around her body and pulled her in to the counter as close as possible. Her hand gracefully wrapped around my cheek to kiss me again and I caught her fingers in my mouth. The excitement of seeing her eyes roll back initiated me sliding off her leggings, not ordering her to do it herself.
Open mouthed, her fingers slid out of my mouth pulling out saliva, letting it drip down my chin and on to my chest. Guiding her hand down between our legs, I released mine and pushed her fingers straight into her. With only a few guided pushes, she took over and my fingers massaged her clit. She let her breathe take over and her whimpering grew louder and louder. When her hips started fucking her fingers, I went straight to my knees and started licking her ear. I could feel her body rise and I began rubbing faster, sticking my tongue deeper in her ear and pulling her hair.
She finally screamed as her orgasm tore through her body. Waves rolled down from head to toe and each one caused her to shake and distort, one body part at a time. I took advantage of her withdrawing her fingers and grabbing the counter by sticking my fingers back in. Forcefully I continued to fuck her a minute until she fell to her knees.
I laid there a moment knowing he’d be cumming right down my mouth and chest right now. I lingered in the thought of it sliding down. And I slid off the counter and walked out of my bathroom knowing that as soon as I took a finger and wiped some of his cum off and ate it off my finger he’d pulse again.
It wasn’t about not receiving pleasure from her, it was about receiving it later from him. He would most certainly punish this behavior. And it was warranted.
