Part 2
We have a reputation in our friend group.
We’re the couple that leaves the bar first, the couple that arranges when we’re going to meet up and arrives early to get a table for everyone.
We’re like the ‘moms’ of the group.
I’m always making sure everyone’s drinking enough water while we’re out.
You’re always making sure everyone has eaten, and cooking up spontaneous dinner parties when necessary.
We might seem like we’re the most settled and tame of our friends, but… there’s a side of us no one else knows about.
I can feel your eyes scanning the side of my face as you talk.
You’ve got a look… a look like you’re more interested in my body than the conversation you’re having.
Your hand snakes around my waist, and I lean back into you.
We don’t tend to put strict labels on ourselves, like the whole ‘top’ or ‘bottom’ thing.
But to our friends and any strangers who might be watching… it probably looks like you’re the one in charge.
If they only knew what it’s like in our bedroom…
when you’re begging me to let you passion, when I’m withholding pleasure from you because it’s fun.
When you’re a whimpering mess lying between my legs with your tongue buried inside me… not allowed to stop or move until I give you permission.
“Yeah, I could see that.
It’s not a bad movie, it just wasn’t super engaging.
You liked it, though, didn’t you, babe?”
Your hand dips below my hip…
grazes across my ass.
You’re feeling bold tonight.
You totally just pinched my ass, and kind of hard.
A wave of heat spreads across my face.
You little…
I glance over at you, trying to hide my surprise.
I’ve got a good poker face, so I don’t think any of our friends noticed, but I can’t be sure.
“Uh… yeah, yeah.
I liked it.
It was a little long, but…
Hey, I need a bathroom break.
Can you grab me another gin and tonic?”
“Yeah, of course.”
It’s an excuse to give us both a few moments of privacy.
A few moments to ourselves where I can punish you for being so blatantly obvious in front of everyone.
I take your hand in mine and lead you away from the group and back inside the bar. I can feel you right on my heels as we walk.
“You… were so bad out there.”
“I couldn’t help myself.
Your ass looks so good in that dress tonight.”
“You were acting like you’re in charge.
And you know that just because we’re not at home… doesn’t mean you don’t have to follow our rules, right?”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.
What’s our number one rule?”
“Never touch without permission…”
“That’s right, babe.
Follow me.”
I take your hand again and pull you toward the bathroom.
We don’t have much time before someone knocks on the door or our friends start wondering where we went off to, but… I think it should be enough to teach you a lesson.
We’ll just have to make this quick and dirty.
“So, you wanted my attention, hm?
Is that it?”
“Maybe.”
I pull you into me and back you up against the cool tile wall.
I take your jaw in my hand and turn your head to the side before placing my lips against your neck.
You like it rough.
You like to be controlled.
And, more than anything, I like that look on your face when you know you’ve been bad, when you’re trying to just be a brat…
“Who do you belong to?”
“You…”
I press my knee between your legs and right up against your pussy.
You grind down on it just a little.
“Yes, that’s right.
Good girl.
And whose pussy is this…?”
“Y-yours.”
“I think you missed something.”
“It’s yours, ma’am.”
“Good girl.
But I still think you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”
“Put your hands above your head, and do not move them.”
I slide my hands down your sides… taking my time to reach the waistband of your pants.
“I know being quiet isn’t your strong suit… but you’re going to have to try for me, okay?”
“I’ll be quiet…”
I slip my hand into your underwear and slide two fingers against your pussy.
Mmm…
you’re already pretty wet, more than I was expecting…
“Mmm, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?
You were craving my fingers…”
“Y-yeah…
oh, fuck…”
You roll your hips up… trying to get my fingers against your clit.
I run them through your lips and… down to your entrance…
but I’m not going to give you what you want just yet.
“Please…”
“Begging? Really?
After how bad you were being…
I ought to edge you and send you back out there, wet and unsatisfied…”
“No, no, I’ll be good, ma’am.”
I slide my fingers closer… and closer to your clit…
“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight…”
“Oh, god, yeah… thank you, ma’am…”
I let my fingers press gently into your clit…
I swirl them around and apply a little pressure, just enough to make you squirm.
“Make me passion.”
“Did you just tell me what to do?
Now I know you’re just trying to be bad.
Such a little brat, tonight.
Get on your knees.”
Your face changes as you lower yourself down onto the ground.
I know that look, that naughty little smile.
A thousand possible scenarios running through your mind… anticipation written all over your face.
You have no idea what’s going to happen next…
and that’s exactly how you like it.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to put you in your place and remind you that being a brat gets you punished.”
I pull my dress up over my hips, and you immediately reach for my underwear.
“Uh-uh, no.
Use your mouth.”
You struggle for a moment before hooking your teeth around the waistband of my underwear.
Using only your mouth, you drag them down my thighs.
“There you go.
You’ve got it.”
“Can I—?”
“No.
I will tell you what to do and when to do it.
You’re so impatient.”
“I’m sorry, I just…
I really want you…”
“Tell me what you want.
Be specific.”
I place one finger under your chin and gently stroke your jaw, forcing you to look up at me.
“I…
I want… I want to taste you.”
“Mhm, say more.”
“I want to make you passion before we go back out there.”
“Hm.
I don’t know…”
“Please… please, I want you…”
“Do you think you deserve to have me?”
“I…
I just…”
“That’s right.
You don’t.
You don’t deserve me.
In fact, you deserve to be punished for being so bratty tonight…”
I push your head down with a firm hand and hold your mouth against my pussy.
You’re a master with your tongue.
Before we started dating, I always struggled to get off from oral.
But, you… you opened up a whole new world for me with how well you use that tongue.
“Oh…
Mm, you taste so good.”
“That’s better.
Be sweet and maybe I’ll reward you.”
You reach up and wrap your hands around my hips, bracing yourself against me.
“That’s it… put that mouth to good use.”
“Oh, fucking moan for me, moan into me.”
The vibrations of your moans against my pussy makes my legs tremble.
Holy shit.
I wish we were at home right now so we didn’t have to rush.
“Maybe I’ll let you finish if you make me passion, but you’re going to have to hurry.
We don’t have much time.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Mm, I love it when you’re polite, baby.
You like it when I ride that desperate mouth?”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Good… fuck—god, keep going…
I want you to make me passion, make me passion all over that pretty mouth…”
I ride against your mouth, bucking my hips into you.
“Oh, fuck… fuck, that’s it, baby, don’t stop.
Don’t you dare stop…”
Your nails dig into my hips as your tongue sweeps up and down between my clit and my entrance.
You suck my clit into your mouth and… I can’t hold on much longer…
I’m going to passion…
Your mouth is wet with my passion as you pull back.
You look so desperate to have me.
“Get up…
come here, come here…”
I pull you up to your feet and quickly switch our places, this time with you back up against the wall.
My hand slips inside your pants again and immediately finds your clit.
“Oh—shit!”
“You’re such a good girl, making me passion.
I’m going to let you finish because you did such a good job.
But you’re going to be quick, aren’t you?”
“Yeah… yeah, I’m close already…”
“That’s my dirty girl.”
I swipe my fingers over your clit again and again…
pressing down… working it hard and fast…
“That’s it, you’re going to passion for me.
You’re going to make a mess all over yourself….
C’mon, baby…
c’mon…”
“That’s it, baby, you’re so close…
passion for me…”
“I’d say that was unexpected, but… it’s not really.”
“I was, admittedly, a little worked up before we even left the house tonight.”
“Yes, you were.
Come here, you’ve got ‘just-got-fucked’ hair.”
“Oh, shit, do I?”
“Let me fix it.”
“So, are you going to be good the rest of tonight?”
“No promises.”
“Just know… I have no problem dragging you back in here for another lesson.”
“Don’t tempt me.”