Oh, Lilian,I tell myself.Watch me.
I lean forward, my gaze wandering down until my face is close to hers.
“Make me,” I whisper before I lean back and X-ray her with my eyes. I watch her lose herself and catch herself, as a dangerous grin appears on her face as she gets up.
She climbs onto my lap and sits. I need to gasp because a wave of desire washes over me.
She leans in until her mouth touches my ear.
“You will make me come three times today with your tongue and fingers alone,” she whispers darkly, “And you are not allowed to touch yourself or come.”
“And what happens if I do?” I ask with playful innocence.
“You won’t be able to sit for a week,” whispers Lilian, her lips trailing down my neck. Goosebumps spread over my skin. “And if it comes to it, there is also clause 23.2.”
23.2. Knife play. Non-negotiable.
Her words were the one thing too much.
My arms with the tied wrists snap around her, and I use the restraint to push her into me. She can’t escape me, because my wrists are tied and my arms around her. I roll my hips against her as I look up, my head slightly tilted. The lust in her eyes is equal to the desire to punish me, and I feel that need in me to push her more.
“Tell me,” I say, “How does this make you feel?” I whisper as I push up one thigh over the other and roll my hip so my thigh massages her cherry. Lilian is lost for words as a moan escapes her throat with the next rolling of my hips. The sound of it goes straight into my core, and a tickling sensation spreads through it.
If I am not entirely mistaken, Lilian has never had anyone take care of her in any way other than the typical obedient sub would. She has never had anyone talk back to her or give her cheek, and maybe that is why she doesn’t know how to let herself fall.
And I am going to show her.
I keep rolling my hip, my thigh pressing into her from beneath. Lilian begins moving her hips, too, following my direction. Her breathing gets heavier and faster. At some point, she throws back her head and leans into my touch.
“You are so damn hot,” I tell her. “I am going to make you come ten times in a row until you don’t know your own name anymore.”
She gasps and moans, and I soak in the effect I have on her.
I fasten my movement while I grasp her even firmer around her ass as much as I can with my tied wrists. They already hurt, and my leg is close to cramping, but hell, what do I care?
She is so close, her fingers dig into my chest, and just a moment after, a shudder runs through her, and a vibration rumbles through me. She freezes as the orgasm overcomes her.
I can’t help myself, as my face transforms to gleeful pride. I made her switch and listen to me.
Lilian brings her head up and stares at me with beautiful rose cheeks, sweat on her forehead, and a glimmer in her eyes.
I can see it for three seconds before she slides on an icy mask. I remove my hands from around her, and she gets up immediately.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” she rounds on me as she gets distance between her and me. Her hands flatten her clothes, and I can see how unsettled she is.
It is only then that I realize I completely forgot who I pretend to be. I became Ella, because Lilian likes shy, submissive girls. And I switched into me. The dominant, confident killer. I can see in her gaze that she can’t process what happened.
I rub my hands together to loosen the knot of the ascot and slide them out as I get up and walk up to her. My palm grasps her cheek, and I almost expect her to slap me again, but she is frozen. Wide eyes staring at me.
“I only did what you told me,” I whisper as I lean in on her to place a kiss on her other cheek, “Made you come.”
I let go of her. She stares at me wildly, almost in horror, as I turn and walk to the door. I need to get out of here before she figures out I'm pretending to be someone else.
I have my hand on the handle when she calls after me.
“Where do you think you are going?”
I turn.
