She gasps, then immediately starts wiggling.
“You could have just told me to follow you,” she grabs onto my shirt, trying to steady herself.
“I should have told you to crawl behind me. But this is faster.” I kick open the bedroom door. “I don’t want to wait anymore. Get out of those clothes.”
I dump her onto the king-sized bed, where she bounces into the middle with her hair covering her face. She pushes the dark locks away and looks up at me with a sweet purity I’d begun to believe didn’t exist.
“You’re not moving fast enough.” I warn her. “And you already have two strikes against you tonight.”
“Do I?” She kicks off the one shoe still remaining and flings it from the bed.
“Tell me what they are?” I fold my arms over my chest, leaning back against the dresser.
“My strikes?” She folds her legs beneath her and pushes herself up to her knees.
“Yes. How did you earn them?”
She taps the tip of her finger against her mouth, like she’s really trying to think. There’s a smile there, though. She’s enjoying this.
“Well, there was the water.” She points at me. “You didn’t like it when I didn’t drink that.”
“That’s right. What was the second?” It takes some work, but I kick out of my shoes, pushing them aside.
“The car. I didn’t wait for you to open the door for me.”
“You’re dangerously close to the third strike.” I give a pointed glance at her dress.
It’s black and sleek. A simple dress for a night out on the town. It hugs her curves perfectly. She’s beautiful in it.
I want it off.
I want her naked.
And she’s still staring at me.
Daring me.
“Are you trying to test me?”
“I don’t know. What does that look like?”
“You’re a preschool teacher. You know when someone’s testing the rules.” I take a step toward the bed. She holds firm.
“I do.” She nods.
“Is that what you’re doing? Trying to see what happens to naughty girls that don’t obey?”
Her throat works as she swallows. Her pupils explode with her desire. Her pulse beats hard against her neck, I can see it from here.
She sinks back onto her feet, her hands pressed into her thighs. The dress has ridden up enough for the thin strip of material keeping me from seeing her pussy to show.
With her eyes fixated on me, I take my time unbuckling my belt and pulling it from my slacks. Her tongue runs along her bottom lip, telling me everything I need to know.
Each step I take toward the bed makes her breath quicken.
“Last chance, Christiana. Get those clothes off if you want to feel my tongue on your pussy. If you want my cock buried deep inside you.”
She’s considering it. Does the reward of obedience outweigh the possibility of not getting what she wants with her disobedience.
