“I’ll try, mistress,” he says.
“Not good enough,” she says. “Do it.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Taylor nods and starts once again grinding on his cock. Her hands are still wrapped around his wrists and she’s still holding them tight against the couch. For some reason he finds this extremely hot. Maybe there is something to her claim that being on the other side has some of its own pleasures. He’s still not totally convinced but he has to admit that he’s feeling something different right now, an excitement that tickles him in ways that their normal sessions didn’t.
Taylor must have been able to read his facial expressions, as she puts words to his exact feelings shortly after they cross his mind.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she says.
He nods.
She grips his wrists more securely, pushes them harder against the couch. Then she proceeds to grind on his cock more aggressively, bouncing up and down on his groin, riding him like a cowgirl, her face looking down on his with growing intensity.
“Do you still want to play with my nipples?” Taylor asks.
“Yes, mistress,” Scott replies, the words rolling off his tongue like second nature now.
“Then come get them,” she says, continuing to ride him.
He starts to move his arms forward but she pushes them back into place. He flashes her a questioning look.
“Not with your hands,” she says. “Use your mouth.”
Scott smiles. He’s starting to enjoy this little game. He cranes his neck forward as far as it will go. But still he’s a couple centimeters short of his goal. He can see Taylor’s glorious nipple right there, almost within reach. He looks up at her face but it’s obvious she’s not going to help him out by shifting her body forward. In fact, he starts to believe that she is deliberately setting herself up so her nipples are just barely out of reach. Her evil little smile lends credence to this idea,
But he’s not willing to give up just yet. Wanting to see if he can circumvent her plans he sticks out his tongue and gives her left nipple a good, long lick.
Taylor can’t hide the groan of pleasure that comes from her mouth even though she tries.
Smiling inwardly but careful not to show it, Scott shifts his head and goes after the other nipple. But Taylor moves back at the last moment and he once again comes up just a wee bit short.
Disappointed, he looks up at her.
“Come on,” she says, “You can do it.”
Scott strains further forward, stretching his neck out as far as it will go with his arms still being pinned to the couch by Taylor. He gets a lick in on the other nipple but before he can do anything else Taylor pulls her body back a little further.
“Ah, come on,” he says, his voice an exaggerated whine.
She laughs. “You want my nipples that bad, huh?”
He nods vigorously.
“Fine,” she says, leaning forward far enough that he can wrap his lips around her protruding nipple.
Scott sucks on it greedily, rolling it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. After a short while he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment.
Taylor releases her hold on his wrists and wraps her arms around his head. Squeezing tightly, she presses his head closer in towards her, smashing his face against her chest, forcing her nipple deeper into his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe, a sensation that he finds strangely intoxicating.
With his mouth still attached to her nipple as though breast-feeding, Scott shifts his head and looks up at her face as best he can.
Taylor’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back in ecstasy. The hollow of her neck is fully exposed. She is still grinding on Scott’s cock with just as much enthusiasm as before; if anything, she’s moving faster against him.
Scott bites down on her nipple. Not too hard, but certainly not softly.
Taylor groans and starts grinding him even more aggressively.
Scott is super-excited but in no real danger of cumming yet. Now that she is allowing him to take an active (albeit limited) part in the proceedings he’s able to divert his attention away from his own pleasure.
He bites down harder.
Taylor curses beneath her breath and bounces on his still-trapped cock even faster.
He bites down one more time, eliciting a sharp gasp from Taylor. Her body pauses, tenses up for a moment, then releases in a quick shudder. She grabs ahold of his hair and forcibly removes his mouth from her nipple. He lets it go with a pop.
Looking up at her, Scott smiles. But she glares down at him.
“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t like that,” he says.
“You did good,” she admits.
“So I get to fuck you now?”
Taylor laughs and shakes her head. “No, not yet. We’ve still got a ways to go before happens. If it even happens at all.”
“Wait a minute, what does that mean?”
“It means you have to do a hell of a lot more to please me before you get a chance to stick your dick in me,” she says. “And even if I do allow that to happen, it’s going to be me that’s fucking you. Not the other way around. But for now just shut up and do as your told, okay?”
Sulking a little bit, Scott grumbles, “Okay.”
“What?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says, still in a slightly whiny voice.
“You’re going to have to do better than that,” she says.
“Yes, mistress,” Scott says, his voice slightly more upbeat now. “Whatever you say, mistress.”
“I still don’t like your tone,” Taylor says as she climbs off him, leaving a big wet spot on his leg from her drenched pussy. “It’s
