I thought I would let her strip again, but then I decide against it, now that I see her standing before me like this. I've been waiting for so long. Different scenarios for the night were flashing through my head all evening during dinner. We spent almost three hours in that restaurant, something that took me by surprise. It didn't feel anywhere near that long, not at all. It didn't even feel like half that amount of time.
The minutes grew longer once I'd decided what I wanted to do with her once we got back to the penthouse, and my body started craving her, visibly. It's true what I told her. Impatience isn't my strong suit, but I have learned to control it in a way that makes it seem like it is.
She welcomes me with a hungry moan when I close in on her, pulling her into a tight embrace and claiming her with a passionate kiss. This kiss will tell her everything. It will tell her how much I need her, how much I crave finally being buried deep inside her, and how I intend to make this the night when she truly becomes mine.
Our lips don't part when I start removing the clothes off of her body. She raises her hands to do the same with me, but I hold her back by grabbing her wrists and pushing her hands back down. She groans in protest, but lets it happen. I break our kiss and pull her blouse over her head, leaving her long hair in a rumpled mess. I noticed that she didn't wear it tied back in a ponytail when we went out to eat, and I appreciated the effort.
"Always need to be in control, don't you?" she breathes, casting me a smile that speaks simultaneously of confidence and coyness.
"Yes."
I don't say anything else to her cheeky question, but continue to undress her by removing her bra and jeans next. She's standing before me wearing nothing but a little black lacy thong. I take a step back to admire the view: she’s standing there with her chest heaving, her chin jutted forward, and the hint of a smile on her face. Her nipples are hard, standing erect and confiding her excitement.
"Are you wet for me?"
There it is again, that beautiful red flush painted all over her cheeks. Her eyes widen in shame, but only for a split second before she regains composure.
She doesn't give me an answer.
"Button, answer me. Are you wet for me?"
She presses her lips together and fixates on me through narrowed eyes. "Why don't you find out yourself?"
Seriously, this girl. She doesn't know what it means to be a submissive. The seed is planted inside her, the trait apparent, but no one has ever taught her to grow into the role the way she should.
Her eyes flicker with excitement when I lift my hands, expecting me to lay them on her again. But I have no intention of following her suggestion. Instead, I begin to open the knot of my tie.
"Touch yourself," I tell her.
She lets out a gasp, followed by a puzzled face.
"You heard me," I say. "Watch me undress and touch yourself while you do it."
Protest is dancing on the tip of her tongue, but she holds back. I begin to unbutton my shirt and jut my chin toward her, beckoning her to follow my command. "I'm not going to say it again, Button."
She takes a deep breath and slowly lifts her right hand, moving it up to her collar bone while her mouth opens ever so slightly. I remove my shirt and watch while her hand travels down her torso, outlining the shape of her breast, moving down to her belly and drawing a little circle on her mound before she reaches her sex. Her eyes are on me, observing while I watch her hand moving further, now hiding underneath the fabric of her thong. She sighs when she reaches her core and moves her fingers between her lips.
"Good girl."
My praise eggs her on. She opens her mouth and moans while her fingers move at her center, drawing circles around her clit.
Good girls deserve a reward. So I give her something to look at while she obediently pleasures herself in front of me. I expose my chest, sculpted over years of hard work. The appreciative look on her face is the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time, only topped by the way she licks her lips when I unbuckle my belt. I pull the belt out of my suit pants in one quick motion, knowing that I will be using it on her later.
"Don't stop," I tell her, and then I step closer, closing the belt around her neck. I pull it through the clasp, but don't close it, just letting it hang loosely around her neck before putting a little distance between us and continue undressing myself.
Her eyes light up when I step out of my pants and have nothing on but the black briefs that’s hiding my growing bulge.
"Do you like what you see?" I ask her.
She nods. "I would like to see more."
"That can be arranged if you ask properly, Button."
She sighs, and I'm not sure if it's because of her growing arousal as she massages her clit, or because my words annoy her. If it's the latter, things may take an unpleasant turn from here on out.
But she catches herself just in time, making sure that she's in my good books by choosing the right words.
"Please, I'd like to see more, Sir."
I smile at her. "Good girl. Very good girl."
The hint of a smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she receives my compliment.
"But I like for things to be fair, tit for tat," I say next. "You'll have to earn it."
Instinct urges her to roll her eyes at me, but she's smart enough to withstand the reflex and opts for a more promising action: slipping out of her thong. I can see it sticking to her center before she pulls it down her legs, treacherous little thing.
She straightens up and continues to touch herself without me having to ask her to. Mischief is underlining the smile she casts at me now.
"Good girl."
"Good girls get rewards."
I nod. "They do."
The smile on her face widens when I expose my erection before her eyes by pulling down the briefs. I quickly step out of them, stroking my length while her hungry gaze rests upon me.
"Get down on your knees."
She doesn't hesitate to obey, sinking down on her knees in an instant, and I take a few steps backwards to put more room between us.
"Now come crawling to me, on all fours."
Her eyes dart up to mine for a split second, asking for confirmation. I bet she has never even thought about crawling in front of a man, naked, with his belt hanging around her neck as if it was her leash. But whatever is going through her head right now, she doesn't give voice to it, instead complying with my wish. She comes crawling up to me, hollowing her back, because she knows her ass looks better this way.
She sits back on her heels once she's reached me, tilting her head back into her neck and looking up at me with expectation, waiting for another command. She's such a quick learner.
I want to give her another order, but instead of leading her verbally, I choose the physical route and lean down to reach for my belt. She mewls when I pull on it, the leather closing around her neck and forcing her to come up on her knees. She opens her mouth just in time to take me in, supporting herself with her hands on my thighs while I pull her forward, forcing my cock between her lips. I let go of the belt, loosening the loop around her neck, and then I place my hand at the back of her head and push her forward until she begins to choke.
"Suck on it," I hiss with urgency. "Show me what a good cock sucker you are."