“So… what then?” She raised her hand to her mouth and tugged gently at her lip. Her eyes had a mischievous glint.
“Well, the way I see it, you have three options: You can make me very sad by asking me to drive you home. You can take pity on me and spend the night. Or you can admit you want me to fuck you until you beg for mercy.” I leaned back and put my arms around the sofa. I let her see how hard I was for her, how much I wanted to be inside her.
She inhaled sharply. Her cheeks reddened. A quick glance downward revealed her toes, curled tightly.
“You… still have a way with words.” Her voice was breathy, but confident.
“Just laying it out for you.” I winked at her. I felt pretty confident about which of the three options she would choose. However, she has a way of throwing in her own surprises.
“I still have the pepper spray,” she teased.
“Kinky.” We laughed.
I knew she wanted me. It was written all over her face. It was in the way she licked her lips in preparation for being kissed, the way her eyes seemed to go dark. I had a moment of hesitation. I wasn’t sure what role she wanted me to play. On the one hand, it would have given me pleasure to tell her what to do. I liked being in control. I liked knowing she’d obey me of her own free will. On the other, I wasn’t sure how my dominance would be accepted. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her away. I didn’t want to remind her there had been a time she hadn’t had a choice.
“So, what’s it going to be, Pet?”
She raised a brow.
“Pet?” She didn’t seem put off by the moniker, despite the gentle warning in her tone.
“Force of habit,” I whispered unapologetically. Slow and easy it is.
“You have a lot of bad habits, Caleb.”
“But not all my habits are bad, are they?” I let my hand rest on my dick. Her eyes followed my movements. She swallowed.
“No. There’s a few I’m quite fond of.” She met my eyes and held me captive.
“Do tell,” I suggested.
“Give me time, Caleb. I will. But… tonight? I just need you to know I’m not the scared girl you remember.” She brought her knees down and opened her legs. Her dress hid what was beneath, but her message was clear as she placed her hand on her *.
My heart beat erratically, spurred by her seduction. Beneath my own hand, my cock strained against my zipper.
“I remember you were brave,” I managed to say beyond the lust clogging my throat.
“I remember you liked to watch me touch myself.” She inched her dress up her thighs. Her short, blunt fingernails left faint red trails along her smooth tan skin. “I remember I liked watching you too.” She shifted down and rested her head on the arm of the sofa.
I was beside myself. My mouth was dry—too many open-mouthed breaths. My chest felt bruised by the incessant pounding of my heart. Lower down, my flesh was rigid and surrendering its first clear droplets of seed.
“I’d like to do a hell of a lot more than watch.” I leaned forward and was met with instant resistance. Livvie’s foot pushed against my chest and urged me back against the sofa.
“We do it my way. Or not at all,” she threatened playfully.
I knew a battle I couldn’t win when I encountered it. I tilted my head toward Livvie in deference.
“I can accept that.” I resumed my previous posture. “I await your every whim.” I baited her with my smile.
“Good.” She relaxed. Her fingers trailed lightly over her *. “You show me yours… and I’ll show you mine.”
I laughed softly. If it were possible to care for her any more, I wasn’t sure I could stand it.
“Hmm,” I sighed and unzipped my jeans. “As I recall, shyness was your obstacle, not mine.” I quickly undid my pants and opened them. My lust intensified as my cock hit the air. I resisted the urge to touch it. I took great satisfaction in hearing Livvie gasp. To her credit, she composed herself quickly.
“Very nice, Caleb. I know we’re both in the process of becoming something else, but it’s nice to know there are a few things that will never change.” She lifted her knee closest to the couch. Her dress rode up toward her waist. She spread her legs and revealed her naked *. She hadn’t been wearing any underwear!
I reached for my dick and squeezed it. I wasn’t in any danger of embarrassing myself; the impulse was simply too much to ignore. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I stroked myself once, twice, and stilled my hand.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
She blushed.
“Thank you. So are you.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about being called beautiful, but I took the compliment. I had much more interesting things on my mind.
“What now? I have to be honest; I’m not sure I can sit here and watch you play with yourself. I don’t have the self-control.”
“Would you force me?” she whispered. Her fingers parted her *, revealing how pink and wet she was.