With my knees tucked up beneath me, curled into the corner of her sofa, I fanned myself idly. It was hot, steaming in the apartment, and not just because of the girl beside me. I traced one fingernail lightly against the back of her neck and watched her jump and squirm a bit. I loved the way she reacted to that, it did something to me that I couldn't quite explain in words. I moved my nails up through the short dark hair at the back of her neck, teasing and ruffling the silky locks.
"Hot in here..." she murmured, prompting a small grin.
"You think?" I replied, tipping my head to one side. "Maybe I can fix that...."
My hand fell away from her neck and moved to the glass on the floor. I slid one of the ice cubes into my fingertips, the liquid long gone, and surreptitiously raised it, her attention caught away for a moment. A few seconds later, there were icy drops of water falling against the tattooed cherries on her chest, the water running in rivulets into her ample cleavage. My eyes followed the path of the drops, lips curving up in a tempted smile.
When the cold registered, she jumped, her skirt riding slightly higher on her thighs. Her hand moved to her damp skin, fluttering there for a moment. She saw my empty glass and offered, like the perfect hostess she always was, "Let me get you another..."
"Not what I had in mind, exactly," I murmured. To keep her from getting away, I knelt upward, reaching around her to slide the ice along the opposite side of her neck. Not that the attempt at escape was serious, but I was having too much fun for it to stop just yet. I watched as the cold raised goosebumps along her porcelain skin, the little rivulets of water again tracing down to disappear into her cleavage. It was just too tempting. I let the ice go, and it slid into that lovely, warm little spot between the swell of her breasts, making her gasp. "Ooops..." I managed with a smile. "I guess I'll have to go get that, won't I?"
Before she could protest, my tongue was tracing the path of the ice cube, from the side of her neck down her body, long waves of blonde hair falling about my face, tickling along the surface of her skin as I moved. I sighed as I traced the very tip of my little pink tongue along the upper curve of her breast, moving along one side, teasing along the dip of her cleavage, and then along the top of the other. I could feel her breath catch, and I paused a moment, tentative, to peek up at her, not entirely sure if I was pushing her too far.
Her answer was a hand twined in my hair. I nipped at her breasts, one and then the other, moving deeper into her cleavage after that elusive cube of ice. Her hand tightened its grip. I couldn't help but purr... it had always been one of my triggers, that grip of a hand in my hair. "God but you're beautiful..." I purred, just before biting hard, tugging at the tender flesh of her breast, running my tongue over the captured skin.
I could feel her react, her hips shifting, her grip tightening in my hair, provoking a whimper of my own, her other hand swatting at me, lightly. I let go, shifted, grinned at her from my position on my knees. Kneeling upright made me taller than she was, in her sitting position. I wasn't usually the one in power, but it somehow made me feel that way. "Don't want me to keep looking for the ice?" I teased.
"I think it melted." She answered.
I nodded. "Had to, in contact with so much hotness." Okay, it was corny. I was hoping for a laugh, and I got a smile at least. "We just have to use more, in that case." Again, I moved before she could protest, grabbing my glass and moving to straddle her thighs, kneeling this time atop her, my free hand pushing her back onto the couch back. I was grinning, fishing out another cube, wriggling against her all the while, and once I shoved the glass aside again I could see that she was amused as well. I grabbed her dress at her cleavage roughly, my fingers disappearing inside of the fabric, tucked between her breasts. "I think the only solution is to see if we can cool you down...." I tugged at her dress, capturing her bra in the same motion, slowly dragging the fabric down and off of her body until her breasts sprang free. I kept my eyes on hers as I popped the ice cube into my mouth and lowered my head, the heat of my lips finding her nipple, my teeth guiding the ice cube around it before pressing into it firmly.
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Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Beg me for it - Part 5
(( continued from - http://tenderly-possessed.blogspot.com/2011/05/beg-me-for-it-part-4.html ))
"I'll kill you!" she growls up at me, and her nails do dig into my thighs this time, a bit harder than I'd prefer. So I do the reasonable thing - I slap her, moderately hard.
She blinks and freezes, staring up at me with a look of pure shock and surprise on her face. Speechless, I'm impressed.
"Well I'm glad I got your attention," I say with a slightly amused lilt in my voice.
She pulls a hand back and lightly trails her fingertips over her cheek. It probably still stings but should already be fading, I knew what I was doing when it came to this kind of stuff.
"I've got something else you can drink," I offer, cocking my head to the side and raising a single eyebrow in that 'how you doin' kind of look. Sure it sounded corny, but I think at this point in the relationship we were at that point.
She blinks and me and her eyes narrow a bit, I can see the 'dream on' trying to make it's way to her lips, but she manages to restrain herself. Cool.
I let go of her hair and she sits back firmly on her heels, still starting up at me with that look on her face, silent and almost curious. I pull on the chain around my neck and tug the key out of my shirt. Letting it fall to rest against my chest outside of my shirt. I can tell she knows what it is - freedom, in a way. Her way out of here. I can also see she wants to reach for it and just run, but she doesn't.
"Please ... Sir, may I leave now?" she asks - not quite humble, but almost.
"Aren't you still thirsty?" I ask, once more putting on some fake curiosity.
She doesn't answer for a moment, then her head bows and there is a soft ... "Yes Sir" from somewhere beneath all the hair that flows around her face.
"I didn't hear that," I say, folding my arms over my chest.
I feel her hands pressing against my thighs and her fingers curling, doing that tentative hesitant finger crawl upward. When they reach my waistband they curl into it and I have to steady myself as she pulls, raising herself until her face is about level with my belt.
"Please Sir ... can I ... can I touch - it?" her voice is also hesitant, but soft - a tone I'd become familiar with over the years.
"No." I answer firmly.
I love the inarticulate frustrated noise that's parts her lips at that word - what can I say, it just does it for me.
She leans forward and presses her forehead against the button of my pants. Now this is always the part where it gets hard, in more ways than one. I can feel her breath through the fabric of my clothing, and the mental image is damn hot.
"Please Sir ... please - I've done everything you've asked, please, let me do this ... please Sir," she continues, the words falling from her lips. I almost think she's getting off on this as much as I am now.
"Alright," I finally answer, cutting into the begging litany.
She lets out another small sound, this one a bit of relief and a bit of something else - satisfaction maybe? I don't help her, but she doesn't seem to need any, her fingers that were shaking just a moment ago are steady as they take off my pants and pull out my cock.
Her mouth makes a little 'O' of surprise and anticipation and she gets that look in her eye - you know the one, that says something like 'Wow - this looks yummy'. There is a soft mmmm sound then bliss. My fingers tangle in her hair and I let her get into her own rhythm. Shes pretty good - definitely eager. Maybe she really is thirsty after all, but it isn't going to be that easy for her.
I lower my other hand and get a good grip, holding her head steady while I take what I want from her mouth instead of the other way around. That look on her face after having her nose buried against my stomach for a few seconds and listening to her try not to gag, then suddenly letting go and seeing her fall over gasping is spectacular. It's even better when she gasps and drags herself back up onto her knees then dives in for more.
At some point I noticed she was starting to finger herself and had to deliver another smack and some direction ...
"You want to touch yourself?" I ask as I drag her head back and twist it up to look at me. Her lips swollen and slick with spit - still parted as she tries to suck in air that I haven't been letting her get enough of.
"Yes Sir ... please sir - so much," her hands are hovering close to that small square of fabric that I'd let her keep.
"Take that off," I order - I don't think I have to be more specific, she isn't wearing anything else.
She complies, rapidly. Then I deliver another smack, a bit harder this time to get my point across. "I didn't say you could yet." Her hand jerks back away, but not far, her fingers are curling again and shaking - I know that sign of need, it isn't unique.
"Please Sir ... please, let me touch myself, or you touch me, anything - I need something inside me ... please" The words come between breathy gasps, they're quiet, desperate, everything I like in a woman.
"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," my voice is firm, not loud - that isn't necessary anymore.
"Yes Sir ... please sir," she is still carrying on, it seems like unless she has something in her mouth now the words just spill out - damn hot.
She turns around and bends over, raising her ass in the air. I swat it, eliciting a muted squeal and some wiggling. Then I get down on my own knees and start to stroke her - causing even more wiggling and half thrashing ... shes definitely getting off on it. I can still hear the soft sounds of her whispering 'please Sir' over and over.
"I hope you can still beg - because if you come before I give you permission you won't like the results." I offer, and give her a few seconds to process that - damn I love the control. It's almost like a different woman, after just this much conditioning I bet I could have her begging for just about anything. What other possibilities does she have locked inside of her? I can't wait to find out ... I still have the key after all.
- Fin
"I'll kill you!" she growls up at me, and her nails do dig into my thighs this time, a bit harder than I'd prefer. So I do the reasonable thing - I slap her, moderately hard.
She blinks and freezes, staring up at me with a look of pure shock and surprise on her face. Speechless, I'm impressed.
"Well I'm glad I got your attention," I say with a slightly amused lilt in my voice.
She pulls a hand back and lightly trails her fingertips over her cheek. It probably still stings but should already be fading, I knew what I was doing when it came to this kind of stuff.
"I've got something else you can drink," I offer, cocking my head to the side and raising a single eyebrow in that 'how you doin' kind of look. Sure it sounded corny, but I think at this point in the relationship we were at that point.
She blinks and me and her eyes narrow a bit, I can see the 'dream on' trying to make it's way to her lips, but she manages to restrain herself. Cool.
I let go of her hair and she sits back firmly on her heels, still starting up at me with that look on her face, silent and almost curious. I pull on the chain around my neck and tug the key out of my shirt. Letting it fall to rest against my chest outside of my shirt. I can tell she knows what it is - freedom, in a way. Her way out of here. I can also see she wants to reach for it and just run, but she doesn't.
"Please ... Sir, may I leave now?" she asks - not quite humble, but almost.
"Aren't you still thirsty?" I ask, once more putting on some fake curiosity.
She doesn't answer for a moment, then her head bows and there is a soft ... "Yes Sir" from somewhere beneath all the hair that flows around her face.
"I didn't hear that," I say, folding my arms over my chest.
I feel her hands pressing against my thighs and her fingers curling, doing that tentative hesitant finger crawl upward. When they reach my waistband they curl into it and I have to steady myself as she pulls, raising herself until her face is about level with my belt.
"Please Sir ... can I ... can I touch - it?" her voice is also hesitant, but soft - a tone I'd become familiar with over the years.
"No." I answer firmly.
I love the inarticulate frustrated noise that's parts her lips at that word - what can I say, it just does it for me.
She leans forward and presses her forehead against the button of my pants. Now this is always the part where it gets hard, in more ways than one. I can feel her breath through the fabric of my clothing, and the mental image is damn hot.
"Please Sir ... please - I've done everything you've asked, please, let me do this ... please Sir," she continues, the words falling from her lips. I almost think she's getting off on this as much as I am now.
"Alright," I finally answer, cutting into the begging litany.
She lets out another small sound, this one a bit of relief and a bit of something else - satisfaction maybe? I don't help her, but she doesn't seem to need any, her fingers that were shaking just a moment ago are steady as they take off my pants and pull out my cock.
Her mouth makes a little 'O' of surprise and anticipation and she gets that look in her eye - you know the one, that says something like 'Wow - this looks yummy'. There is a soft mmmm sound then bliss. My fingers tangle in her hair and I let her get into her own rhythm. Shes pretty good - definitely eager. Maybe she really is thirsty after all, but it isn't going to be that easy for her.
I lower my other hand and get a good grip, holding her head steady while I take what I want from her mouth instead of the other way around. That look on her face after having her nose buried against my stomach for a few seconds and listening to her try not to gag, then suddenly letting go and seeing her fall over gasping is spectacular. It's even better when she gasps and drags herself back up onto her knees then dives in for more.
At some point I noticed she was starting to finger herself and had to deliver another smack and some direction ...
"You want to touch yourself?" I ask as I drag her head back and twist it up to look at me. Her lips swollen and slick with spit - still parted as she tries to suck in air that I haven't been letting her get enough of.
"Yes Sir ... please sir - so much," her hands are hovering close to that small square of fabric that I'd let her keep.
"Take that off," I order - I don't think I have to be more specific, she isn't wearing anything else.
She complies, rapidly. Then I deliver another smack, a bit harder this time to get my point across. "I didn't say you could yet." Her hand jerks back away, but not far, her fingers are curling again and shaking - I know that sign of need, it isn't unique.
"Please Sir ... please, let me touch myself, or you touch me, anything - I need something inside me ... please" The words come between breathy gasps, they're quiet, desperate, everything I like in a woman.
"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," my voice is firm, not loud - that isn't necessary anymore.
"Yes Sir ... please sir," she is still carrying on, it seems like unless she has something in her mouth now the words just spill out - damn hot.
She turns around and bends over, raising her ass in the air. I swat it, eliciting a muted squeal and some wiggling. Then I get down on my own knees and start to stroke her - causing even more wiggling and half thrashing ... shes definitely getting off on it. I can still hear the soft sounds of her whispering 'please Sir' over and over.
"I hope you can still beg - because if you come before I give you permission you won't like the results." I offer, and give her a few seconds to process that - damn I love the control. It's almost like a different woman, after just this much conditioning I bet I could have her begging for just about anything. What other possibilities does she have locked inside of her? I can't wait to find out ... I still have the key after all.
- Fin
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Beg me for it - Part 4
(( continued from - http://tenderly-possessed.blogspot.com/2011/05/beg-me-for-it-part-3.html ))
I take another drink of the soda. No frustrated noise. I look down at her - no glaring. I wave a hand in front of her face and she blinks then looks at me a bit confused. Well - I was just surprised, maybe she can learn something after all.
"Do you need some help figuring out how to beg?" I ask, always willing to give some lessons.
"Yes ... Sir," she looks down for a moment then looks back up at me, there is a different almost defiant look in her eyes - "I've never had to beg for anything before."
Well I can't say that I'm surprised with that little tidbit. "No kidding," I reply almost sarcastically. She gets that almost glare back - nice to know she still has some spirit, if she'd broken that easily I'd be disappointed. I take a half step back and she watches me, now curious. "Bend over and stick your ass in the air, you can touch my foot and calf - ask for what you want."
There is the glimmer of that furious look again, then that cover up where she does a half smile - like if she plays along eventually she'll just get what she wants. I'm starting to get used to how her mind is working through this and am looking forward to really showing her differently. She does bend over though, hands around my ankle, and then the pleading starts back up again - "Please Sir ... please, I've done what you wanted, don't I deserve a reward?"
I yawn and take another sip of the soda.
She starts stroking my calf and she shifts her head a bit, I know she's working up to kissing my foot since she probably things that's what I want - no foot fetish here, but I like the position this puts her in.
"Please Sir? I'm still very thirsty, that wasn't quite fair of you at all - you know that it is very hot, and my mouth is very dry from all this talking"
For some reason this didn't sound like begging to me at all anymore. Now it sounded more like she was trying to convince me to 'do the right thing' that wasn't what I was after. But it continues. "You know Sir, if you're good to me I could be very good to you, just for a drink - isn't that worth just a single soda?"
She does manage to work up to kissing my foot, a quick peck. I'd love to see the look on her face, I'm sure it was priceless. I can feel a hand moving up my thigh and I reach down and slap it sharply. She makes some kind of 'eeep!' sound and her hand jumps back away and she half raises up to look at her hand. Ah, no one ever hit her before either probably. I raise my other foot and stick it on the back of her head and push it back down. "I didn't say, stop, and if you want to touch anything else you can beg for it."
Shes too surprised to fight against my foot, not that she'd be able to. This time she doesn't have much choice on where her lips go, since I don't let up on the pressure behind her head. Moving my foot a bit to the side I lower it all the way to the ground, pinning her hair beneath it to keep her properly in position. Then I bend down and pull free the two ties holding on her bikini top. When the first one slips free there is silence, but when the second slips free there is some kind of inarticulate muttering coming from my foot ... I ease up a bit on her hair. "What is that?"
"Give me back my bikini you fre..." I push my foot back down and the rest is lost in mumbling against my foot.
"I'll give you a choice, you can beg for the top, or for the drink, you pick?"
I lift my foot up a bit again ... there is silence for a moment. "I'm very thirsty ... Sir," comes the eventual reply.
I toss the bikini top into the pool, that's what I figured she'd say. I knew from earlier that she didn't have a tan line, naughty girl - it's always nice to see that unbroken expanse of skin down by your feet. I consider removing the bottoms too, but we don't need to go there yet. When I remove my foot from her hair again there is silence, then she starts stroking my leg again. "Please Sir - don't be cruel, please I need a drink."
She sounds more contrite this time, but I have to slap her hand again when it comes up past my knee. She does make a slightly frustrated sound and her fingers curl a bit. "Please can I touch your thigh?" she asks, politely enough I suppose - at least she as asking. "Alright," I reply.
She raises up a bit, her lips pressing along my bare calf as her hands work up my thigh. The begging has stopped other than a soft 'please' every now and again, as though shes working hard at being audible but has other things on her mind. She rubs my thigh for a bit with both hands, then up over my cutoffs and I know what she's doing before she gets a hand over my crotch cause I can see the glint in her eye even with her head turned down. I make a quick motion with my arm and her hand jerks away. For a very brief instant there is a look of triumph in her eyes, like she had planned on me swatting in the crotch. Which would have hurt, I wasn't being gentle on her hands. It only lasts for a second though when she realizes I had faked her out. I reach down and take her wrist in my hand.
"No ... no, please, no Sir - I didn't mean it!"
I swat at her hand a few times, sharply, while she begs me not to. Hey real begging, with real desperation! When I release her wrist she jerks it down against her chest and rubs it while looking up at me with a mix of shock, surprise and maybe a little awe, and a lot of anger.
I tip my head back and take another drink from the soda. Immediately I feel hands on my thighs again and her lips close to my knee. "Please Sir, I can't take it any more - please have pity on me ... please may I have a drink? Please? You are so cruel ..."
It goes on, but I can actually hear the desperation this time, I can feel it in how she moves her hands, how she presses her lips on my skin. Just what I had been waiting for. I reach down and tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back to look up at me. I take that half step forward again so her face is at my crotch level, gazing up at me - that soft look back in her eyes. I can't help but grin, damn that image is hot. Her lips are slightly parted and she's breathing heavily, I can feel her breasts moving against my legs, skin on skin - also a turn on.
Her hands move up my thighs and pause, I can feel her fingers curl and hands shake slightly before they reach my crotch, well at least she learns fairly quickly. "You want something else?" I ask, trying to sound honestly curious and not mostly triumphant.
"No ... no ... " she swallows a bit then nods her head a fraction, about all she can manage with my grip in her hair - "Yes Sir."
"Open your mouth," I reply.
She opens it without me having to ask again, her eyes open and continue to gaze up at me, I lower the bottle of soda. She wiggles a bit on her knees, and there is this look of relief on her face. Her hands twist in the fabric of my cutoffs like it's all she can do to stop from reaching up and grabbing the bottle. I start to tilt the bottle and her eyes close in rapt acceptance. I keep turning the bottle, over, over ... then all the way upside down. Hm - looks like I finished it off.
"Oh well." I say. She opens her eyes, confused - then they spot the upside down empty soda bottle hovering over her lips. I hold it there for a moment longer and watch her face go from confused, to surprised, to non-comprehending, to lost, sad, angry - then a few other emotions I can't trace. I toss the empty bottle away.
"WHAT?" she calls up at me, eyes wide. I know that look, it says 'I did all that and you already drank it all! I'm going to kill you!'
"That is 'What? Sir' to you," I answer with humor and laugh as she starts to struggle a bit against my hold in her hair.
(( TBC ))
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Beg me for it - Part 3
(( continued from - http://tenderly-possessed.blogspot.com/2011/05/beg-me-for-it-part-2.html ))
"You kissed me!" she says, apparently absolutely stunned - back to stating the obvious.
"Yes I did," I take another sip of the soda - it's getting drained pretty quickly. I hold up the bottle and shake it a bit in her general direction. "Still thirsty?" I ask curiously. I think she'd forgotten
Shes silent for a moment and she looks at the soda, then she says - quietly - "Yes"
Yeah, I thought so - maybe we'll actually get somewhere. "Would you like a drink?"
Silence once more - I take the opportunity to take another drink. She makes a frustrated sound and her face starts to turn angry again, I raise a single eyebrow and she calms back down. "Yes, I would like a drink" she answers, still quietly, reluctantly. Maybe she thinks if she plays along she'll get what she wants? I can see why she might think that.
"Try asking" I reply. I think giving her some help at this stage might benefit both of us, shes awful at begging, but maybe she just doesn't know how.
I can see the the emotions run across her face, she doesn't really want to do this - but I also see a part of her that 'does' want to do this. Excellent. "May I have a drink?" her voice comes out in jerks, like shes forcing the words out.
Ah shoot - I can't just let it go there, shes doing well but I like to push things. "With more respect, I'm sure you learned how to address people politely at some point."
She gets that angry look in here eyes and I see her clench her fists, I just smile. She makes another frustrated sound, but she says, "May I please have a drink ... Sir?"
The last word comes out very slowly at the end, almost unconnected with the rest of the sentence. "Good girl - that's much better," I say with a smile. She gets that angry look back, but I can see just for a second a glint of pleasure. I can work with that.
She smiles and walks forward, holding a hand out. Apparently she thought I meant 'yes' - I didn't remember agreeing, she was being a bit premature. To drive the point home I take another sip of the soda. She stops and gives me a confused look.
"I didn't say yes - I remember telling you to 'Beg for it', I still mean it," I say, my voice holding just a hint of amusement. I'm enjoying the game, what can I say? "Come over here and get on your knees." I indicate the place just before me at my foot with the toe of one shoe. She gives me a look for a moment, then tosses her head, flicking her hair back and takes the last two steps forward, then bends down and kneels on the pool deck at my feet. She looks at me for a moment, it almost looks like now she thinks she's in control. She lowers her eyes and her hands lift up and she starts working on the button of my jeans. Oh I see - she figures she knows what I want and is planning to string me along till I give her what she wants. That isn't how I work. I reach down and press a hand over hers before she can get the button unfastened. "What are you doing?"
She looks back up at me, confused once more, giving me a look like 'this has never happened before'. "Isn't it obvious?" her tone holds some contempt.
I pull her hand off my by one finger and let it fall aside. "I didn't say you could touch me," I reply.
"Then what do you want?" she asks, getting angry once more. Her looking up at me from her knees is pretty hot, with that look on her face that I want to wipe off, even hotter.
I take another sip from the bottle and can almost hear her grinding her teeth together. "Beg." I answer. That simple, I wasn't trying to be complicated.
She takes a deep breath, "Please, Sir - may I have a drink?"
I take another sip and make a circular rolling motion with my hand, indicating she's on the right track but to keep going.
"I am very thirsty Sir - it is very hot. I would very much like a drink." the words continue to come out out, the look on her face changes from the angry glare to something a bit more suited to begging. "Please, have some pity on me ... Sir. Please? Please can I have a drink?" Her hands reach out like they are going to touch me, but I must make a look because they draw back and press together. "Please, I am so thirsty, Please? Please Sir ... pleeassseeee ..."
Hey, I knew she had potential - I love being right. "Open your mouth," I interrupt the litany, not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I wasn't sure she would keep it up much longer without some kind of result.
She smiles and flicks her head again, tossing her hair back, mouth opening and face uplifting. The position is more than a little sexual, and in another situation where I was wearing less clothing would be enjoyable in other ways. But for now I was still having fun. I'm about to dribble some liquid into her mouth when I see the triumph in her eyes. I know that look - it says 'I've won now, and I'm getting what I want'. Wrong kind of attitude. I run my finger down the side of the bottle and get a new idea. "Stick out your tongue."
Lowering the end of the bottle toward her lips and rub it against her tongue. Again there is that slightly confused look, then the condensation hits her tongue and her eyes close. She really must have been thirsty. I don't have to say anything, she doesn't move, so I rub the bottle against her tongue, giving her a bit of moisture to tide her over. "Lick it," my voice is easy, but I throw a hint of command into it.
She only pauses for a moment, I think the lure of any kind of liquid overrides her natural tendency to not do what she's told. Her tongue starts sweeping over the bottle, but at the same time her hands lift up.
"No hands," I say quickly, ready to pull the bottle back.
She makes fists, but doesn't lift her hands any further. Her eyes stay closed and she cleans the condensation off the bottom half of the bottle. When it doesn't look like there is anything left I raise the bottle away and she makes a soft whimper.
"Still thirsty?" I ask.
She looks up at me and her eyes aren't holding any of that confidence from earlier. Instead they're soft and slightly yielding. "Yes Sir" she almost whispers, gazing up at me.
((TBC))
"You kissed me!" she says, apparently absolutely stunned - back to stating the obvious.
"Yes I did," I take another sip of the soda - it's getting drained pretty quickly. I hold up the bottle and shake it a bit in her general direction. "Still thirsty?" I ask curiously. I think she'd forgotten
Shes silent for a moment and she looks at the soda, then she says - quietly - "Yes"
Yeah, I thought so - maybe we'll actually get somewhere. "Would you like a drink?"
Silence once more - I take the opportunity to take another drink. She makes a frustrated sound and her face starts to turn angry again, I raise a single eyebrow and she calms back down. "Yes, I would like a drink" she answers, still quietly, reluctantly. Maybe she thinks if she plays along she'll get what she wants? I can see why she might think that.
"Try asking" I reply. I think giving her some help at this stage might benefit both of us, shes awful at begging, but maybe she just doesn't know how.
I can see the the emotions run across her face, she doesn't really want to do this - but I also see a part of her that 'does' want to do this. Excellent. "May I have a drink?" her voice comes out in jerks, like shes forcing the words out.
Ah shoot - I can't just let it go there, shes doing well but I like to push things. "With more respect, I'm sure you learned how to address people politely at some point."
She gets that angry look in here eyes and I see her clench her fists, I just smile. She makes another frustrated sound, but she says, "May I please have a drink ... Sir?"
The last word comes out very slowly at the end, almost unconnected with the rest of the sentence. "Good girl - that's much better," I say with a smile. She gets that angry look back, but I can see just for a second a glint of pleasure. I can work with that.
She smiles and walks forward, holding a hand out. Apparently she thought I meant 'yes' - I didn't remember agreeing, she was being a bit premature. To drive the point home I take another sip of the soda. She stops and gives me a confused look.
"I didn't say yes - I remember telling you to 'Beg for it', I still mean it," I say, my voice holding just a hint of amusement. I'm enjoying the game, what can I say? "Come over here and get on your knees." I indicate the place just before me at my foot with the toe of one shoe. She gives me a look for a moment, then tosses her head, flicking her hair back and takes the last two steps forward, then bends down and kneels on the pool deck at my feet. She looks at me for a moment, it almost looks like now she thinks she's in control. She lowers her eyes and her hands lift up and she starts working on the button of my jeans. Oh I see - she figures she knows what I want and is planning to string me along till I give her what she wants. That isn't how I work. I reach down and press a hand over hers before she can get the button unfastened. "What are you doing?"
She looks back up at me, confused once more, giving me a look like 'this has never happened before'. "Isn't it obvious?" her tone holds some contempt.
I pull her hand off my by one finger and let it fall aside. "I didn't say you could touch me," I reply.
"Then what do you want?" she asks, getting angry once more. Her looking up at me from her knees is pretty hot, with that look on her face that I want to wipe off, even hotter.
I take another sip from the bottle and can almost hear her grinding her teeth together. "Beg." I answer. That simple, I wasn't trying to be complicated.
She takes a deep breath, "Please, Sir - may I have a drink?"
I take another sip and make a circular rolling motion with my hand, indicating she's on the right track but to keep going.
"I am very thirsty Sir - it is very hot. I would very much like a drink." the words continue to come out out, the look on her face changes from the angry glare to something a bit more suited to begging. "Please, have some pity on me ... Sir. Please? Please can I have a drink?" Her hands reach out like they are going to touch me, but I must make a look because they draw back and press together. "Please, I am so thirsty, Please? Please Sir ... pleeassseeee ..."
Hey, I knew she had potential - I love being right. "Open your mouth," I interrupt the litany, not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I wasn't sure she would keep it up much longer without some kind of result.
She smiles and flicks her head again, tossing her hair back, mouth opening and face uplifting. The position is more than a little sexual, and in another situation where I was wearing less clothing would be enjoyable in other ways. But for now I was still having fun. I'm about to dribble some liquid into her mouth when I see the triumph in her eyes. I know that look - it says 'I've won now, and I'm getting what I want'. Wrong kind of attitude. I run my finger down the side of the bottle and get a new idea. "Stick out your tongue."
Lowering the end of the bottle toward her lips and rub it against her tongue. Again there is that slightly confused look, then the condensation hits her tongue and her eyes close. She really must have been thirsty. I don't have to say anything, she doesn't move, so I rub the bottle against her tongue, giving her a bit of moisture to tide her over. "Lick it," my voice is easy, but I throw a hint of command into it.
She only pauses for a moment, I think the lure of any kind of liquid overrides her natural tendency to not do what she's told. Her tongue starts sweeping over the bottle, but at the same time her hands lift up.
"No hands," I say quickly, ready to pull the bottle back.
She makes fists, but doesn't lift her hands any further. Her eyes stay closed and she cleans the condensation off the bottom half of the bottle. When it doesn't look like there is anything left I raise the bottle away and she makes a soft whimper.
"Still thirsty?" I ask.
She looks up at me and her eyes aren't holding any of that confidence from earlier. Instead they're soft and slightly yielding. "Yes Sir" she almost whispers, gazing up at me.
((TBC))
Friday, 13 May 2011
Beg me for it - Part 2
(continued from http://tenderly-possessed.blogspot.com/2011/05/beg-me-for-it-part-1.html )
I was actually a bit surprised too. I hadn't expected to hear that either - I'd thought she'd start with bargaining, but not get right down to it. Of course, there was only one thing to say, "Sure, show me your breasts." Like I was going to turn that down, I'd lose my rights to carry the 'guys club' card.
Her eyes widen a bit further and she just looks at me. I shrug and take another sip of the soda - no sweat off my back, we were back to where we started. After a moment she lets out a sigh, like the world is crushing her and she can't stand it, but she does start untying the bikini tie from behind her neck. Now she has my full attention. When she gets the tie undone she jerks the top down like pulling off a bandaid and turns her head away like she doesn't want to see the look on my face. She actually has quite lovely breasts, not too big, firm - round and with prominent nipples that are at the first stages of arousal - or maybe the first stages of being exposed to a cold breeze, I'd like to think it's the former. With her head turned I let out a low whistle, which makes her squirm a bit. Then since she isn't looking I press my advantge, lowering the soda to rub the cold bottom across one nipple. It hardens almost instantly, but she jumps and almost falls out of the chair while dragging the top back up to cover herself.
"I said show!" she glares angrily at me.
"Yes, it was quite a show," I offer in return and flash her a wink.
She holds out her hand to me expectantly. I look at it for a moment, then poke her palm with my index finger. Nothing seems to happen. I inspect her hand further, taking it in my hand and turning it back and forth to see if theres something wrong with it. After a moment she jerks it away from my grip. "The soda," she says regally, with a toss of her head sending her long hair sliding across her shoulders.
I look at the soda, then at her hand and laugh softly, then take another drink and shake my hand, "Hell no."
She gets this look on her face that I'm used to from good looking women who are used to getting their way with men and suddenly are faced with a situation they don't understand - when a man says 'no' to them. The look is some kind of cross between 'are you stupid' and 'how dare you' - its actually kind of hot.
"You agreed, I even showed you my breasts!" she continues to glare, but it's slightly ruined since her elbows are up over her head fastening the tie behind her neck once more. It lifts her breasts slightly, forcing them against the scant bit of fabric, causing it to strain just at the edge of stretching.
"Yeah, I definately agreed to seeing your breasts," I reply with a hint of humor - making it obvious I'm still enjoying the show.
She makes some kind of frustrated noise that I can't describe and practically launches up to her feet. "I'm leaving! and I'm reporting you!"
Well that was random and unexpected, I suppose if the 'naughty police' get another report of my bad behaviour I might be in trouble. How to persuade her to stay - oh wait, I don't have to worry about being persuasive. When I don't say anything she gives me that 'nod' move that is like 'so there' and stalks off. I must have missed the high heels, why did she come over here to swim in a bikini and high heels? Hard to miss them now though, not only are they clacking very sharply in an angry staccato on my pool deck, but her ass is swaying side to side in a way that makes me want to say 'oh, how I hate to see you go, but love to watch you walk away' ... yeah I know, I'm cheesy at heart.
It doesn't take her long to discover that the back door is locked, and is solid enough to withstand her yanking on it and shaking it in the frame. I'd like to see her face when she realizes that my 8ft privacy fence isn't necessarily for keeping people out. Instead I take another drink of the soda. Still pleasantly cool - she doesn't know what she's missing, just a little begging? I guess it's too much to ask.
"It's locked," the words come floating over after a moment of silence. Since she's just stating the obvious there really isn't much for me to say. "Come unlock the door - now" these words are slightly growled out, both in anger and a hint of apprehension.
"Sure, come and get the key," I offer with a grin slowly spreading on my face.
It takes a minute, but she does return to the pool. Though she stands about as far from me as she can. Once more she holds out her hand in that imperial 'give it to me' gesture. I just look at her - she makes this furious shoulder shake movement and comes closer, still holding out her hand. I just laugh and turn away from her, taking another drink of the soda, at least I wasn't going thirsty.
"Please - can I have the key?" she asks in a tone that could be called contrite if you were 3/4s deaf.
"I said you can come and get it - I'd start by checking my pockets," I offer, indicating my cutoff jeans with their various pockets. I'm smiling, cause I'm enjoying this. She's trying to glare a hole through me, but apparently I am immune the the icy look - three cheers for the forcefield of ambivalence.
"I don't think so" she says, quite firmly and crosses her arms under her breasts. I get the impression she's used to doing that when shes upset and wants something from a man. It does frame her chest beautifully, but I'm not so easily distracted or won over.
"Well, I'm not leaving just yet, so I guess you'll have to wait then," I reply, lifting the soda to press against my cheek once more. "It really is hot out here today isn't it?"
Again she lets out a frustrated sound, followed by a hand shaking foot stomping mini-fit. I can't help but chuckle - "You're cute."
That seems to decide things for her, she stalks over to me and without any foreplay starts jamming her hands in my pockets. Shes looking down focusing on what she's doing - its hard to say if she's conscious that she's very close to me, her body only an inch away, easy for me to take her in my arms ... but not yet. "Whoa, that isn't the keys," I caution with a slight bit of humor and a small laugh. I'm not huge, but it'd be hard to miss 'that' with your hands in my pants. She makes another frustrated noise, but it is less angry this time, she knew what she was feeling.
Her body presses against me, just lightly, but I can feel the full length of it against mine as she jams her hands into my back pockets, digging around for the key. Not having found she lets out an inarticulated frustrated half-scream and glares up at me. She is still standing against me, and that puts her face very close to mine. "It isn't in there" she almost growls up at me, her face contorted with frustration and anger.
"Nope" I reply and lean down, quickly stealing a kiss, my lips closing over hers - no tongue though, I get the impression she might bite. She jerks back as though stung, and I can't help but laughing again.
(TBC)
I was actually a bit surprised too. I hadn't expected to hear that either - I'd thought she'd start with bargaining, but not get right down to it. Of course, there was only one thing to say, "Sure, show me your breasts." Like I was going to turn that down, I'd lose my rights to carry the 'guys club' card.
Her eyes widen a bit further and she just looks at me. I shrug and take another sip of the soda - no sweat off my back, we were back to where we started. After a moment she lets out a sigh, like the world is crushing her and she can't stand it, but she does start untying the bikini tie from behind her neck. Now she has my full attention. When she gets the tie undone she jerks the top down like pulling off a bandaid and turns her head away like she doesn't want to see the look on my face. She actually has quite lovely breasts, not too big, firm - round and with prominent nipples that are at the first stages of arousal - or maybe the first stages of being exposed to a cold breeze, I'd like to think it's the former. With her head turned I let out a low whistle, which makes her squirm a bit. Then since she isn't looking I press my advantge, lowering the soda to rub the cold bottom across one nipple. It hardens almost instantly, but she jumps and almost falls out of the chair while dragging the top back up to cover herself.
"I said show!" she glares angrily at me.
"Yes, it was quite a show," I offer in return and flash her a wink.
She holds out her hand to me expectantly. I look at it for a moment, then poke her palm with my index finger. Nothing seems to happen. I inspect her hand further, taking it in my hand and turning it back and forth to see if theres something wrong with it. After a moment she jerks it away from my grip. "The soda," she says regally, with a toss of her head sending her long hair sliding across her shoulders.
I look at the soda, then at her hand and laugh softly, then take another drink and shake my hand, "Hell no."
She gets this look on her face that I'm used to from good looking women who are used to getting their way with men and suddenly are faced with a situation they don't understand - when a man says 'no' to them. The look is some kind of cross between 'are you stupid' and 'how dare you' - its actually kind of hot.
"You agreed, I even showed you my breasts!" she continues to glare, but it's slightly ruined since her elbows are up over her head fastening the tie behind her neck once more. It lifts her breasts slightly, forcing them against the scant bit of fabric, causing it to strain just at the edge of stretching.
"Yeah, I definately agreed to seeing your breasts," I reply with a hint of humor - making it obvious I'm still enjoying the show.
She makes some kind of frustrated noise that I can't describe and practically launches up to her feet. "I'm leaving! and I'm reporting you!"
Well that was random and unexpected, I suppose if the 'naughty police' get another report of my bad behaviour I might be in trouble. How to persuade her to stay - oh wait, I don't have to worry about being persuasive. When I don't say anything she gives me that 'nod' move that is like 'so there' and stalks off. I must have missed the high heels, why did she come over here to swim in a bikini and high heels? Hard to miss them now though, not only are they clacking very sharply in an angry staccato on my pool deck, but her ass is swaying side to side in a way that makes me want to say 'oh, how I hate to see you go, but love to watch you walk away' ... yeah I know, I'm cheesy at heart.
It doesn't take her long to discover that the back door is locked, and is solid enough to withstand her yanking on it and shaking it in the frame. I'd like to see her face when she realizes that my 8ft privacy fence isn't necessarily for keeping people out. Instead I take another drink of the soda. Still pleasantly cool - she doesn't know what she's missing, just a little begging? I guess it's too much to ask.
"It's locked," the words come floating over after a moment of silence. Since she's just stating the obvious there really isn't much for me to say. "Come unlock the door - now" these words are slightly growled out, both in anger and a hint of apprehension.
"Sure, come and get the key," I offer with a grin slowly spreading on my face.
It takes a minute, but she does return to the pool. Though she stands about as far from me as she can. Once more she holds out her hand in that imperial 'give it to me' gesture. I just look at her - she makes this furious shoulder shake movement and comes closer, still holding out her hand. I just laugh and turn away from her, taking another drink of the soda, at least I wasn't going thirsty.
"Please - can I have the key?" she asks in a tone that could be called contrite if you were 3/4s deaf.
"I said you can come and get it - I'd start by checking my pockets," I offer, indicating my cutoff jeans with their various pockets. I'm smiling, cause I'm enjoying this. She's trying to glare a hole through me, but apparently I am immune the the icy look - three cheers for the forcefield of ambivalence.
"I don't think so" she says, quite firmly and crosses her arms under her breasts. I get the impression she's used to doing that when shes upset and wants something from a man. It does frame her chest beautifully, but I'm not so easily distracted or won over.
"Well, I'm not leaving just yet, so I guess you'll have to wait then," I reply, lifting the soda to press against my cheek once more. "It really is hot out here today isn't it?"
Again she lets out a frustrated sound, followed by a hand shaking foot stomping mini-fit. I can't help but chuckle - "You're cute."
That seems to decide things for her, she stalks over to me and without any foreplay starts jamming her hands in my pockets. Shes looking down focusing on what she's doing - its hard to say if she's conscious that she's very close to me, her body only an inch away, easy for me to take her in my arms ... but not yet. "Whoa, that isn't the keys," I caution with a slight bit of humor and a small laugh. I'm not huge, but it'd be hard to miss 'that' with your hands in my pants. She makes another frustrated noise, but it is less angry this time, she knew what she was feeling.
Her body presses against me, just lightly, but I can feel the full length of it against mine as she jams her hands into my back pockets, digging around for the key. Not having found she lets out an inarticulated frustrated half-scream and glares up at me. She is still standing against me, and that puts her face very close to mine. "It isn't in there" she almost growls up at me, her face contorted with frustration and anger.
"Nope" I reply and lean down, quickly stealing a kiss, my lips closing over hers - no tongue though, I get the impression she might bite. She jerks back as though stung, and I can't help but laughing again.
(TBC)
Monday, 9 May 2011
Beg me for it - Part 1
(( Premise:
You've had thing for the neighbor girl since she grew her breasts. She was always sweet, but now...damn! She comes over every now and again to swim in your pool, and today she's in your backyard laying out after a short swim. You grab a soda out of the fridge to offer her and head her way. She reaches for it happily, but you pull it away. "Beg me for it."
What will she have to beg/do/promisse in order to get that soda on such a hot day?
))
She doesn't seem impressed ... "Excuse me" she asks.
"You heard me - I'm thirsty too, and this is the last soda - if you want it you'll have to beg me for it" I say. It's true, it's the last soda, and damn it's hot out here. I'm actually leaning more toward drinking it myself than letting her have any of it.
She seems to consider that for a moment, "We can share" she offers, being completely reasonable.
Unfortunately for her I'm not felling reasonable at all today, In fact, I'm pretty tired with her always coming over here to use the pool - if she doesn't know that bikini that barely covers anything gives he a hard on just about every time I see her she really hasn't been paying any attention to me at all. "Nope, not sharing - isn't Sprite your favorite on warm days?" I press the bottle against my cheek, it's nice and cool, yeah, that does feel good.
"You're not being reasonable" she replies, sounding a bit grumpy. Apparently I'm not playing by the gentlemanly rules, oh well. I'll be dissappointed if she stops swimming over here, but maybe it's better for both of us - eventually I might try something crazy like getting her to beg for a soda - oh wait ...
"This feels good - it's nice and cold, and I bet it tastes good" I say, like I'm not listening to her ... there is an indignant noise and she turns away like she's going to ignore me. Since I'm being unreasonable her reaction must be wholly reasonable. I lower the bottle and press it against the side of her neck, she jumps a bit, but doesn't pull away, instead her eyes close and she lets out a lithe 'mmmm' ... yeah, it does feel good. The condensation drips off the bottle onto your shoulder and I watch the bead of it mix with small drops of sweat as it starts rolling down her chest. I almost miss her making a grab for the bottle and only manage to jerk it away just in time.
"No fair!" she says in a slightly sharper voice, her head turning to look at me once more, that glare sparking off her eyes in a 'if I could I'd kill you' kind of look. I just laugh - it feels good to laugh - and I don't think that was the reaction she was expecting because she makes another indignant noise and folds her arms across her chest. More interesting to me than her closed off body language is that she's pushing her breasts up a bit, which gives me a bit more to look at from my position standing over her.
"Nice cleavage" I offer, giving it the full amount of attention it deserves.
"Excuse me?" she replies icily. Hey maybe she won't need the drink to cool off afterall, from the sounds of it she carries her own cooler around with her.
"I was just saying that you have lovely breasts - round, full ... you know, the kind that a guy wouldn't mind getting his hands on" I continue. I cock my head to one side and consider them a bit further. She removes her arms getting the idea that she's only enhancing the view. "I bet you have nice sized nipples as well, you'd have to with breasts as big as yours"
I think she might be speechless, since she doesn't say anything. I'd have to remember this conversation for later, a way to make women shut up on the spot could get me places. She just looks at me, but shes giving me a considering look now, something close to 'how much of a pervert is this guy'. I get the impression she really has no idea what I do over here on my own time - maybe shes too vanilla to get the signs. Since we aren't talking and I don't think shes going to be doing any begging I uncap the soda and take a sip, turning to look at the pool - maybe I should go for a swim, the water had to be cooler than the air.
"Please?" she says, softly, almost too soft for me to hear. So I pretend I didn't hear her. "Please?" she says again, louder this time. Since we're making a bit of progress I turn my attention back to her.
"Please what?" I ask, playing the 'I'm coy' card - usually I couldn't get away with that. It made me smile.
"What do you mean please what?" she grumbles and eyes the soda meaninfully. "I'm thirsty, can I please have the soda? I'll share" she tacks on the last 'sharing' bit like shes reminding me that I don't have to drink the whole thing myself.
"What do you mean you'll share, I'm the one with the soda - I've decided you can't have it. I'm pretty thirsty and it's hot out here" I reply, placing the bottle against my cheek again, yeah - nice and cool.
"But I asked nicely!" she's got that indignant tone back again. I guess I'll have to correct her.
"I said - Beg for it ... not ask nicely" I reply firmly.
"But I said please" she protests. I start to wonder if maybe the blonde hair is a clue here.
"Yeah - and I said -Beg- for it" I try to throw some extra emphasis on the beg, maybe she'd take the hint. She just looks at me for a minute again though, so I take another drink and she makes an angry noise. Maybe she really is thirsty and I should be nice and share - nah, where's the fun in that.
"If ... if I can have the soda - I'll" she starts blushing a bit and has to turn away ... then is apparently unable to speak so she just points at her breasts and makes some kind of flicking motion. What the hell is she talking about, she'll poke herself in the breast?
"You'll what?" I ask - playing the coy card again, I'm not going to make this one easy on her.
There is silence for a moment and finally her words tumble out one over top of the other ... "I'll show you my breasts!" ... her hand covers her mouth and she looks up at me with wide eyes like she's surprised that actually came out of her mouth.
(( To Be Continued - if you beg me for it ))
You've had thing for the neighbor girl since she grew her breasts. She was always sweet, but now...damn! She comes over every now and again to swim in your pool, and today she's in your backyard laying out after a short swim. You grab a soda out of the fridge to offer her and head her way. She reaches for it happily, but you pull it away. "Beg me for it."
What will she have to beg/do/promisse in order to get that soda on such a hot day?
))
She doesn't seem impressed ... "Excuse me" she asks.
"You heard me - I'm thirsty too, and this is the last soda - if you want it you'll have to beg me for it" I say. It's true, it's the last soda, and damn it's hot out here. I'm actually leaning more toward drinking it myself than letting her have any of it.
She seems to consider that for a moment, "We can share" she offers, being completely reasonable.
Unfortunately for her I'm not felling reasonable at all today, In fact, I'm pretty tired with her always coming over here to use the pool - if she doesn't know that bikini that barely covers anything gives he a hard on just about every time I see her she really hasn't been paying any attention to me at all. "Nope, not sharing - isn't Sprite your favorite on warm days?" I press the bottle against my cheek, it's nice and cool, yeah, that does feel good.
"You're not being reasonable" she replies, sounding a bit grumpy. Apparently I'm not playing by the gentlemanly rules, oh well. I'll be dissappointed if she stops swimming over here, but maybe it's better for both of us - eventually I might try something crazy like getting her to beg for a soda - oh wait ...
"This feels good - it's nice and cold, and I bet it tastes good" I say, like I'm not listening to her ... there is an indignant noise and she turns away like she's going to ignore me. Since I'm being unreasonable her reaction must be wholly reasonable. I lower the bottle and press it against the side of her neck, she jumps a bit, but doesn't pull away, instead her eyes close and she lets out a lithe 'mmmm' ... yeah, it does feel good. The condensation drips off the bottle onto your shoulder and I watch the bead of it mix with small drops of sweat as it starts rolling down her chest. I almost miss her making a grab for the bottle and only manage to jerk it away just in time.
"No fair!" she says in a slightly sharper voice, her head turning to look at me once more, that glare sparking off her eyes in a 'if I could I'd kill you' kind of look. I just laugh - it feels good to laugh - and I don't think that was the reaction she was expecting because she makes another indignant noise and folds her arms across her chest. More interesting to me than her closed off body language is that she's pushing her breasts up a bit, which gives me a bit more to look at from my position standing over her.
"Nice cleavage" I offer, giving it the full amount of attention it deserves.
"Excuse me?" she replies icily. Hey maybe she won't need the drink to cool off afterall, from the sounds of it she carries her own cooler around with her.
"I was just saying that you have lovely breasts - round, full ... you know, the kind that a guy wouldn't mind getting his hands on" I continue. I cock my head to one side and consider them a bit further. She removes her arms getting the idea that she's only enhancing the view. "I bet you have nice sized nipples as well, you'd have to with breasts as big as yours"
I think she might be speechless, since she doesn't say anything. I'd have to remember this conversation for later, a way to make women shut up on the spot could get me places. She just looks at me, but shes giving me a considering look now, something close to 'how much of a pervert is this guy'. I get the impression she really has no idea what I do over here on my own time - maybe shes too vanilla to get the signs. Since we aren't talking and I don't think shes going to be doing any begging I uncap the soda and take a sip, turning to look at the pool - maybe I should go for a swim, the water had to be cooler than the air.
"Please?" she says, softly, almost too soft for me to hear. So I pretend I didn't hear her. "Please?" she says again, louder this time. Since we're making a bit of progress I turn my attention back to her.
"Please what?" I ask, playing the 'I'm coy' card - usually I couldn't get away with that. It made me smile.
"What do you mean please what?" she grumbles and eyes the soda meaninfully. "I'm thirsty, can I please have the soda? I'll share" she tacks on the last 'sharing' bit like shes reminding me that I don't have to drink the whole thing myself.
"What do you mean you'll share, I'm the one with the soda - I've decided you can't have it. I'm pretty thirsty and it's hot out here" I reply, placing the bottle against my cheek again, yeah - nice and cool.
"But I asked nicely!" she's got that indignant tone back again. I guess I'll have to correct her.
"I said - Beg for it ... not ask nicely" I reply firmly.
"But I said please" she protests. I start to wonder if maybe the blonde hair is a clue here.
"Yeah - and I said -Beg- for it" I try to throw some extra emphasis on the beg, maybe she'd take the hint. She just looks at me for a minute again though, so I take another drink and she makes an angry noise. Maybe she really is thirsty and I should be nice and share - nah, where's the fun in that.
"If ... if I can have the soda - I'll" she starts blushing a bit and has to turn away ... then is apparently unable to speak so she just points at her breasts and makes some kind of flicking motion. What the hell is she talking about, she'll poke herself in the breast?
"You'll what?" I ask - playing the coy card again, I'm not going to make this one easy on her.
There is silence for a moment and finally her words tumble out one over top of the other ... "I'll show you my breasts!" ... her hand covers her mouth and she looks up at me with wide eyes like she's surprised that actually came out of her mouth.
(( To Be Continued - if you beg me for it ))
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