“You’re mine this weekend. We’re not going to talk about what this means, the ramifications, any of that shit. We’re not us this weekend. We’re two people who met at Key Club and are exploring more. Can you do that?”
I don’t move my hand from her mouth, and she nods her agreement.
“Now go to my bedroom, undress, and wait for me to come in there and eat you out.”
Her eyes flash with excitement, and I smirk, leaning forward and whispering in her ear. “While you’re waiting, I want you to think of all the nasty shit you want me to do to you, so you can tell me after I make you drench my face.”
A muffled moan rumbles against my hand.
“Go,” I say, pulling my hand away.
She stares at me for a few moments, maybe waging war in her own mind, before following directions and going to my room.
I open the fridge, grabbing a handful of grapes and grabbing a bottle of water.
My phone chimes.
Aiden
Did Penny get home okay?
Safe and sound.
And naked in my bed, waiting for me to come take what I want. The anticipation and waiting is all a part of the game. I know she hates it as much as she loves it. I eat my fruit slowly, drinking my water and scrolling through my phone.
Part of me wants her to come out here naked and question why I’m making her wait, but Penny wants to earn praise.
It’s the people pleaser inside of her.
She’d rather wait there all night naked and needy than cave and earn my disapproval. She needs to earn her orgasm. My praise isn’t free, at least usually.
The car was different. It was frantic and long overdue. She needed to know how pleased I was with finally having her.
Now I just need to convince her she needs more of me after this weekend.
I answer a few emails, realizing how much time has passed and I finally give in, undressing in the kitchen and walking into my bedroom.
The sigh of relief she makes when I enter has my ego inflating alongside my cock.
“Did you touch yourself while you were waiting, Honey?”
“No,” she says.
“Give me your hands,” I tell her.
She shifts on the bed, her tits pushing together as she holds her hands out and I straddle her body.
I lick all of her fingertips and nip the middle one. Liking that she followed directions and didn’t lie. If she’s shocked from what I just did, she doesn’t show it.
Her throat bobs as she looks up and down at my naked form.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask, shifting down the bed, kissing the side of her neck, breasts, and stomach. Her hand tangles in my hair and I groan with satisfaction.
“You know you’re pretty,” she says.
“I do. Do you?”
She shakes her head, and I lick her navel and grab her hips, nipping at her skin. “Baby, you’re so pretty it fucking hurts.”
