She looks at me like she doesn’t understand for a second, and then realization dawns on her. “Okay.” She straddles me, her beautiful tits bouncing a little as she repositions herself. I can’t stop myself from cupping them in my hands, rolling her nipples, my balls aching even more when the delicate pink skin of her areolas tighten, puckering into sensitive buds, just begging me to twist and pinch them. Sophia’s back arches when I do this, her chest heaving as she grinds her pussy against my dick. She’s definitely much wetter now. My cock is slick with her as she rocks back and forth, and it’s almost impossible not to lift her for a second so I can grab hold of my shaft and pull her down on it.
“Fuck, sugar. You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t take it. Come here.” I take hold of her by the hips and I do lift her up a little, but not so I can fuck her. I guide her up my body, pulling her so she has to crawl on her hands and knees up my body. At the same time I slide myself down the bed, and within a second she’s kneeling over my face, her pussy slick and glistening, no more than an inch away from my tongue.
“God, Jamie. Fuck, I don’t know if I can—”
I know all too well that she can. She’s been self conscious about me going down on her before, so hovering over my head like this is bound to make her uncomfortable. I want it though. I need it badly. “Sit on my face, Sophia. Be a good prospect and ride my mouth like it’s my goddamn dick. Do it now.”
She hesitates.
I growl, deep and low in the back of my throat. “If I don’t have your clit on my tongue in the next three seconds, I’m going to punish you.” So much for avoiding inappropriate foreplay in the silent, heavy hours of the morning. I can’t help it, though. I can see every single last pink, delicate, perfect fold, can smell her sweetness, can almost, almost taste the saccharine, silkiness of her and I’m about to lose my fucking shit.
“Jamie, I—”
I dig my fingers into her thighs, warning her. I mean it. I really will punish her, and while she’ll have an orgasm so powerful she’ll probably be bed-ridden for the next twenty-four hours, the things I’ll do to her will make her feel far more vulnerable than this. “One,” I say.
“Please, Jamie. Please, I need you to fuck me,” she whimpers.
“Two.”
“Oh my god, don’t,” she cries. “Please, please, please. I can’t take it!”
“Three.”
“Jamie!”
It’s too late now. I gave her a chance to take the easy road. She didn’t take it. Now she has to accept the consequences of her misbehavior. I take hold of her by the waist and move her off of me so that she’s not kneeling over my face anymore. I’m sad about the change of scenery, but I’ll get my own way in a moment. Sophia scrambles, trying to get away, but I snake my arm around her waist and I pin her to the bed. She starts laughing, her fingers trying to prise my arm from around her, but she knows she’s got no chance. It’s so strange to hear her laughter. Only a few moments ago, it seemed like she was never going to laugh again, and now it’s as though the tables have been turned. I’m glad they have. She needs this, if only for a little while. A brief moment where everything is on hold and she can clear her head.
“If you don’t let me go right now,” she says, “I’m never blowing you again.” She can barely keep a straight face as she says this. That’s how I know she’s lying through her back fucking teeth.
“You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself, you love my cock in your mouth.”
She shakes her head from side to side, squirming. “Nope. It’s the worst. Arggghh, it’s the worst!” She dissolves into throaty, gurgling laughter as I tickle her with my left hand, still keeping hold of her with my right. I can’t help but laugh too; she thrashes on the bed, her legs kicking frantically as I tease her sides and her belly with my fingertips. Her laughter will transform into something very different in a few short moments. She’s going to be begging me to lick her. She’s going to be screaming out my name, and I won’t oblige her until I know she’s going to behave herself in future.
“I’m going to let you go now, Sophia,” I tell her. “And I’m going to get something. I’m telling you now, if you move from this bed there will be hell to pay.”
She nods, unable to speak, unable to catch her breath properly. “O…okay. I won’t. I won’t move, I…swear.”
I don’t trust the little minx, but I have to do it in order to grab the items I’ve decided I’m going to use on her, so I don’t have a choice. I release her and she flops backward onto the mattress, grinning at me. “I didn’t think you’d make me smile,” she whispers, biting the knuckle on her index finger. “I didn’t think I’d be smiling for a very long time. Thank you.”
“You might not be thanking me in a minute.” I prowl toward the closet and open it up, fetching the coil of rope I’ve left there on the floor. Sophia’s eyes glint, full of fire when she sees what I have in my hand.
“What are you going to do with that?” she asks. I don’t answer her. I head into the bathroom, and I come back a second later with my other hand behind my back, hiding the white plastic object I just retrieved so she can’t see what it is.