To Tame a Smartass
My heart fluttered in my chest as I waited for his next move; His fingers dug into my arms so deep that I was sure I’d be left with marks. That revelation only made it more difficult not to squirm under his gaze.
His thumb was traced my bottom lip and it took all my self-restraint not to let each of his fingers fall in between my lips and prove I was ready. He sensed my desperation, “Do you want me to fuck you, Tara?”
I tried not to melt under his searing touch and stumbled over my answer; The answer he already knew but wanted to hear come from me in short ragged breaths. My shirt was crumpled on the floor and I was exposed from the waist up.
“You want me to take you here?” He pushed me against the wall and traced my neckline with his devious lips. “Maybe the couch,” He tugged on my nipples and smirked at the sound that left me, “Or the desk.” Any more of his teasing and I would be standing in a puddle.
“I could bend your tight little ass over anything in this room and make you scream my name over and over until it’s all you can remember. Is that what you want?”
I nodded but that wasn’t good enough for him. “I can’t hear you, slut.”
“Please,” I longed for his fingertips to drag across the small of my back; His hands cupping my ass and pulling me further into him. “I’ll do anything.”
He raised his eyebrow, “Oh really?”
“Yes, just please fuck me already.” Our lips were so close I could almost taste his bittersweet flavor dancing on my tongue.
Before I could close the distance between us Jason pulled away. “No.”
I blinked at his answer, “What?”
“I think you heard me.” A smirk toyed at the corners of his lips.
I had been so preoccupied with his incorporation that I hadn’t noticed the way he was slowly stroking himself through his jeans; The outline of his hard cock clearly visible from where I stood.
“I’ve made this too easy for you.” Just listening to those words made me scoff; My outburst earned me a look that I knew meant I would be punished later.
“You said you would do anything,” I nodded before he could finish his sentence, “So beg.”
I stared at him in wonder. “I-”
“Did I give you permission to speak, slut?”
“No, but how-” The look came back for an encore.
I was beginning to feel like I was back in grade school so when I raised my bound hands as best I could and waited for him to call on me I was already aware that I would pay the price.
He sighed at my antics, “Yes?”
“May I speak, Sir?” Sarcasm seeped off my tongue in pools but the expression on his face was too priceless.
“I have one question but it’s a two parter so-”
I knew by his tone that I needed to keep my mouth shut, “Right, so the first question is more of a statement really, I thought I was begging already and-”
“Tara.” He said again.
“I’m a little confused because you’re clearly hor-”
Jason yanked a scarf off the coat rack and gagged me mid-sentence. My complaints were muffled by the fabric of my favorite fall accessory.
I tried to protest as he dragged me over to the couch and ripped off the remainder of my clothes.
“Over my lap, Now.” He didn’t wait for me to comply before taking matters into his own hands.
Before I could attempt to say an audible statement along the lines of ‘fuck off.’, my ass was propped up on his knee.
His fingers stroked my clit and I groaned. “You like that?” I nodded my head pathetically.
“I’m sorry,” He laughed, “I can’t hear you.”
My cries were muffled by the gag as he pumped a finger in and out of my dripping cunt. I grinded my hips against his leg and just as I was approaching my release, he stopped.
“Such a desperate whore,” He knew what he had done. It was the plan all along.
“Get on the floor.” I didn’t hesitate to obey.
“Ass in the air.” He waited until I was properly spread in front of him before untying the gag.
I heard him walk away and wondered if this would become another one of his disappearing acts. A few moments later he came back with a kitchen tool.
I stared at him, “I make breakfast with that.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.” He said before smacking my bare ass with the spatula. The stinging sent shivers down my spine.
“Use your left hand to play with your pussy. You can edge but you cannot come without permission.” My body shook as I pressed my hand against my cunt.
I made small circles around my clit in an effort to not face the torture of being forbidden to come.
“Faster,” Jason commanded.
A moan slipped out of my lips as I pleasured myself. The warmth between my legs growing rapidly with each movement.
“Please, let me come, sir.”
“Please.” My voice was strained and weak; I could feel his eyes roam my body like a predator.
“No.” He said and then I heard the click of the tv.