“You gotta learn, baby doll, that you are not calling the shots. I say what, and I say when. You do as you’re told, and you keep your trap shut unless I ask you a direct question. And when I do, you answer it. Got it?”
“What the fu—”
“It’s a yes-or-no question, babe. You got it?”
Her eyes widened, and she paused before answering. “Well, yes, the fuck, sir,” she answered belligerently. And obediently. I smirked.
“Good. Lose the pasties.”
She peeled them off her nipples quickly, tossing them to the floor without concern, then put her hands on her hips. Her feet were a little spread with most of her weight on one foot; she rolled the other around, as if stretching it in boredom. Her chin was a tipped down slightly, and she eyed me through her lashes. Damn, she was sassing me without even using that mouth.
“Now the panties.”
She semi-smiled, turned her back to me, hooked her fingers in the strings at her sides, and bent down straight from her hips, giving me a phenomenal show of her gorgeous ass and her pussy as she gracefully stepped out of the G-string. She twisted a bit to the side, arched her back, and rose again with her chest pushed out the whole time. This woman knew her trade and excelled at it. Fucking hot, all the time. My cock was painfully hard.
I eyed the room, seeing what angles were going to work best. With a quick lift of my chin, I stepped over to the couch and pulled it forward, so it stuck out into the center of the room, one side now against the wall but the other in the open space. “Lay on top of the back, head closer to the wall. I want one foot on the seat cushion, keep the other one of top of the back. Arms above your head.” She’d have to work to keep her balance.
She saw the challenge, tilted her chin, and smoothly assumed the horizontal position. It thrust her chest up; holding on to the seatback, her breasts were on display. I still had only a limited view of her pussy; she had what looked to be a sweet Brazilian, topped with a small triangle of soft hair.
“Spread your knees, wide.”
She looked at me a moment, gauging how to play this, but ultimately obeyed.
“Good girl.”
Her eyes flashed in annoyance. I had to suppress a grin. Pissing her off was so easy, and so fun, and she was just as gorgeous angry as happy, so either way it worked out well for me. Plus, making her mad would probably also make her nasty mouth shoot off again, which also didn’t hurt my plans for her. She’d learn soon enough.
I walked over to her side, behind the couch, resting my hands on her ribs just under her breasts. I used my fingers to bring them up together against the gravity, recreating her natural cleavage. My thumbs tweaked her nipples, which were already hardened nubs, just waiting for more attention. I leaned down and bit one, hard and fast, then sucked it into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it. Sienna gasped and arched her back, her body begging for more. From this position, I could smell her desire emanating from her wet core. It washed over my senses, and my nostrils flared.
“You like that, you naughty girl? You like a little bite? You want more?”
“Yessss…” She bucked her hips up, trying to get me to give her pussy some attention, too.
“Don’t move.” I pressed my palm on her lower abdomen, pushing her back down flat on the couch back. “Who’s in charge here?”
She didn’t answer. She was starting to get the picture, and her mind was fighting it.
“I asked you a question, Sienna. Who’s in charge of this situation?”
Again, she refused to respond. But her eyes were shooting daggers at me, so I could see she was processing the situation, and she wasn’t all in favor.
I shifted and bit her other nipple, sucked and licked at it, as I massaged both breasts for several moments. It brought her focus back to her body, and again she arched her back, this time giving in with a moan. I kept it up longer, going back and forth between her breasts, massaging them both roughly, nipping lightly, sucking, biting hard and fast, licking and twisting.
She began to pant, almost keening.
I finally pulled back, standing tall over her again, pressing flat her bucking hips. “You see how good I am to you? But I told you to stop moving. So stop, the fuck, moving. Who. Is. In. Charge?”
Again, no answer.
“You want more? This is not the way to get it. Baby, you gotta learn to play by my rules. On your knees. Now.”
Her eyes widened, and I could sense her immediate suspicion and fear. It was obvious she thought I meant for her to give me a blow job, and she didn’t want to do it like this. Couldn’t say I blamed her; she didn’t understand yet.