I circle the island, nudge Titus out of the way, and step right into her space, right between her legs. She looks up at me with those doe eyes as I pull the sides of the poncho apart. She's still wearing that low cut t-shirt, no bra. She swallows as I pull the fabric down and expose both her tits. I don't touch them though, I just look.
“I don't have everything I want for you, but I can order some things overnight and they should be here by Monday. I'll be able to improvise until then.”
Her nipples are perfect, a light brown that's blushing red as the heat crawls up her body.
“What else do you want?” she asks.
“I want you wet for me all the time. I want you nearly naked all the time.”
“Why not completely naked?”
I shrug, then draw the side of my thumb over her left nipple. “I like what I like. But don't worry. There will be plenty of time for full on nudity. I want you to beg, but you don't have to worry about that too much either. I'll get you there.”
“You seem so sure.” She swallows again and holds back a sigh as I draw my finger over her right nipple.
“You seem pretty confident that I won't, but I'm barely touching you and I bet if I check that sweet pussy of yours, you'll be soaking wet.”
“Maybe you should check.”
“See, barely touched you, barely said a word and you're already asking. Begging isn't far away.”
“I don’t… have a response for that,” she admits.
“I am on board with everything you want, but I want you to understand the difference between submission, which is what I want and sadism, which seems to be your bag.”
“I know the difference. Go on.”
“Alright. Well I have work do, but your job will be to properly distract me. You might not get what you want exactly when you want it, but that's part of my game. You have to show me you want it all the time.”
“What else do you want?”
“I want to earn your trust. I want you to know that I will never hurt you. As rough as we get, I will always take care of you.” I pinch her nipple. She yelps but the sound melts into a hiss she keeps to herself the longer I hold on. I can already see it on her face, she’ll slip into place nicely. She wants this. “Are you wet for me now?”
“Yes.”
I step back, releasing her nipple. “Show me.”
She opens her thighs wide then slides those grey panties to the side. The fabric of the crotch is already darker with her juices. I see the bottom of a small patch of hair, but her slit is bare. She moves her fingers around, spreads her swollen lips. She starts to touch her clit.
“Did I tell you to start touching yourself?”
Her fingers still. “No.”
“Lesson one. You do exactly as I tell you, not some approximation of what you think I'm getting at. Take off your underwear and go put on your jeans and your boots. Leave your bra off too.”
“Okay.”
“Okay is good for now, but when—if—we come back up here together, it's ‘yes, Shep’ or ‘yes Mr. Olsen.’ Understood?”
“Yes, Mr. Olsen.”
“Good. Now go get ready.”
She gets off the stool, a little wobbly, then walks back into the bedroom. I make sure I have my wallet and my phone and watch her as she comes back into the great room and steps into her boots.
“You ready?” I ask her as she zips up her coat.
“Yes, Shep,” she says, looking me in the eye.
