We are lying face to face in bed, you are naked, I am dressed. I am touching you, stroking you gently, my face close to yours and I am talking to you about what you really want me to do rather than this gentle touching of your face, your arms, your nipples, your stomach, your cock and you are watching my lips move as I talk and I am watching you watching.
‘You want me to do something hard and rough to you, don’t you?’
‘Like here, at your nipples, you would like it if I pinched them really hard, and pulled at them, and dug my nails into them, wouldn’t you, instead of just touching them like this?’
‘And here, your stomach, you would love it if I pressed a knife hard into you and made lines and letters and carved my name into you with it and made you bleed, instead of this soft tracing of shapes…?’
And you are moaning softly, thinking about it and how much it would hurt, ‘Yes… yes, please…’
‘And wouldn’t you love it if I hit you hard with the knife, here above your cock, instead of playing gently with the hair there like this?’
And you nod and you are breathing heavily into my mouth, ‘Yes, please Ma’am, please…’
‘And here, your cock, you really want me to smack it hard, and sink my teeth into it, instead of just running my fingertips over it like this, don’t you?’
And you are whimpering, and looking at me, and you want it so badly and some sound is coming out of your mouth, a moaning, desperate sound…
And you are shifting toward me, you want to get closer, to get some contact and I shake my head.
And I bring my lips to yours, just barely touching and I continue to talk to you with my lips on yours, but I don’t kiss you, I just whisper to you softly about the things I am not doing to you and I touch you gently.
And eventually I ask if you want me to kiss you and you say ‘Yes, yes please…’ and you reach for me with your mouth, and I pull back from you, you don’t get to kiss me. And I can taste your disappointment, and your whole body is thrumming with need and I ask you if you want me to stop with this because you are not getting what you want and your eyes widen and you quickly shake your head and beg me please not to stop whispering to you or touching you and your desperation is in your stomach and in your throat and in your cock and in your mouth and you feel like you will explode with it.
And fuck, seeing you like this and listening to you like this and not giving you what you want is incredibly hot and makes me slip my hand down into my jeans and play my fingers over my clit, all the while whispering to you about the things I am not doing to you, and it makes me moan against your lips and you suck my breath as if you can taste me in it and your body is trembling and I know you are aching, and the knowing and the needy desperation and my fingers around and inside me make me come.