“I want you,” I answer honestly. “In whatever way I can have you.” I swallow down the lump in my throat. “What do you want?”
“I want to use you.”
“Then use me.”
Her soft hands circle my chin, and she grasps firmly with her thumb and index finger. “I need you to know that this isn’t lovemaking. It’s fucking. I don’t do sweet and gentle. I don’t do safe words. You want to stop, say stop.” I nod, and she chuckles, a hint of mockery in it.
“So agreeable.” Her voice is now clearly condescending. “Such a good little slut.”
I’m not ready for the intense need her words create inside of me. It’s like she just rewired my brain in a matter of seconds. She removed everything I’ve ever known, shuffled it like a deck of cards, and put it back in my head. I’m no stranger to dirty talk from women, but it usually feels staged, insincere.Fuck me harder, baby. Your big cock feels so good inside me.It’s never really turned me on before. If anything, I’m like, just shut up so I can concentrate on making us both come and we can move on with our day. But Allie Montgomery calling me a slut has me leaking into my boxer briefs like I’m sixteen again.
“You like that? Being degraded?”
The way she puts what she’s doing into such a neat little category takes me by surprise. Do I like being degraded? I wouldn’t know. This is the first time I’ve experienced it. Am I about to bust in my pants from her words alone? Absolutely.
“I like whenyoudegrade me.” It’s the closest thing to the truth I can come up with.
She bites her lip and cocks her head to the side as if she’s deciding which means of torture to inflict on me first. Allie is calling the shots tonight, and I’m all too happy to let her have control, but I also desperately need her to touch me. My fingers scramble to unbuckle my belt, but she grabs them, clicking her tongue.
“Uh-uh,” she tuts. “Good boys wait for permission.”
There it is again. That soft, feminine dominance that makes me want to worship at her altar for the rest of eternity. A literal shudder racks my whole body as I move my hands back and place my palms on my thighs.
She brings her fingers up, loosening my tie until she can undo it before tossing it to the side.
“Take this off.” She grips my shirt and tugs gently. I do it so fast that some of the buttons pop off.
She laughs again. That patronizing little laugh of hers. “So eager,” she muses. “This is going to be difficult for you, huh?”
If bythis,she means leaving my cock unattended while she teases the ever-loving shit out of me, then yes, it’s going to be difficult.
“Take your pants off, but leave the boxers on,” she orders.
“Yes, ma’am.” I can’t help it. It rolls off my tongue without a second thought as I kick my shoes and socks to the side, then practically rip my pants off like I’m a Chippendales dancer. I’m so needy already, and I haven’t even looked at the most intimate part of her yet. I’ve seen it before, of course. I’ve tasted it. But it’s somehow different now, knowing she’s the one in control.
“Aww, that looks painful,” she taunts, ghosting a single finger over the bulge in my underwear, her tone dripping with mock concern. Her touch is so featherlight, it causes goosebumps to break out on my legs and arms. She goes back andforth a few times, dragging her nails up and down the cloth covering my erection.
“Fuck, Allie,”
“Yes?” She looks up at me. I don’t know how she can maintain this sense of calm when it feels like the whole world is spinning.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Touch me harder.”
“Oh, wow. Begging already. I knew you would be desperate, but this is too easy.” Her laugh is laced with pure sadism. “Unfortunately, the begging will have to wait. I have other plans.”
“What exactly would those plans be, Chaos?”
She stops her maddening movements and brings her finger to her lips, pretending to think. “You know what? I think I like ma’am better.”
“I’ll call you whatever you want if you touch me again.”
Her lips spread wide. “Now you’re bargaining. So needy.”
Holy shit, my dick is twitching. It’s fiending for this woman. I can actually feel the tip leaking with precum. I make the mistake of looking down, and she’s glistening, nearly dripping with her own need.How the hell is she maintaining this level of control?
