“I’m not really sure what to say…” she says, looking at me nervously.
“I know, that was a lot, I’m sorry.” I rub my hand down my face.
“It’s not a no,” she says softly, “but it’s not a yes either… yet.”
“Okay. Maybe we can talk about this again in a couple of months?”
“Yeah, is that okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, I can live with that.”
Once we get into her apartment and she’s locked the door, something about her demeanor changes.
“You know you’re not the boss of me, right?”
“What?” I ask, unsure of what’s happening.
“You know you’re not the only one in charge here.”
“Um… Okay?”
She grabs my shirt and pushes me back towards the bed.
“I know you like to treat me like your perfect little princess,” she says, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. “And you like it when I’m a good girl for you, doing exactly what you tell me, when you tell me to. But I’m my own woman, I’m independent.”
She throws my shirt to the floor and takes a step back from me.
“Lie down on the bed,” she demands.
My mouth drops open, hearing her take control like this is such a fucking turn on. We haven’t had sex all week and I’ve been dying to touch her. I reach my hands out, but she bats them away.
“I said, lie down on the bed.”
I lie on my back but raise myself slightly on my elbows so I can still see her.
“There’s nothing for you to see here,” she smirks.
I lower myself down so I’m staring up at the ceiling. My cock strains against my boxers, pressing into my jeans. I’m tempted to free myself, but I’m getting the impression she won’t appreciate me using my initiative right now.
The rustle of her clothes lets me know she’s undressing, and it’s not long before I feel the mattress move near my feet as she slowly crawls up my body without touching me anywhere. She’s on her hands and knees above me, our faces in line.
“Look at you,” she says, her voice smooth and sexy, “being such a good boy for me.”
I move my hands to her hips, still desperate to touch her.
“Uh uh, if you touch me, I stop.”
I yank my hands back down to my sides, not wanting her to stop before she’s even begun.
“Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to sit on your pretty little face and ride you until I come. You will not touch me until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Sure thing, princess.”
I nod eagerly, wishing I sounded sexier instead of like an excited teenager about to get his dick wet for the first time.
“No. I’m not your princess right now. A princess is someone you take care of; someone you look after.” She grips my jaw, holding my head still. “Do I look like someone who needs looking after?”
With the way she’s holding me, I can’t speak, so I try to shake my head as best I can.
