Good Girl

 He is sitting in a big leather chair, the kind you’d expect to find in the office belonging to some British lord or whatever. I can feel his gaze with every fibre of my body, I know he is watching every move I make… even though I don’t look at him. My neck is bowed and my eyes focused on the floor… but I can still see him, still as a statue, in my peripheral vision. He is not moving, just watching me from that corner… and he is silent. I want him to move, to say something, anything - it makes me nervous. More nervous than I already am, that is. I don’t know if he is waiting for me to do something or the opposite, if I am supposed to be still and silent. Oh, you know me… I try, I really do, to be a good girl. Always the good girl… but see; there’s this little brat hiding inside me and she doesn’t like playing by the rules. 

Still, the part wanting to be good, wanting to be obedient, she is insistent. It’s only when he speaks I realise that I’ve been holding my breath. His voice liberates me, stroking my good girl, he knows how eager I am to please. 

“Take off your clothes. Fold them neatly and put them on the chair.”

There’s something about his voice, the way he speaks, that makes me want to do what he tells me. I want to be obedient. Yeah… I do. Right? I start removing my clothes - item by item - starting with my shirt, followed by trousers, socks… I do as I’m told, folding them and placing them on the chair beside me. I pause for a moment, glancing up at his face. He nods, indicating that I’m not done yet. My breath is getting a bit shallow as I reach back to unhook my bra  before I allow it to slide off my shoulders… and then pull my panties off. All of my clothes are now in a small pile on the seat of that kitchen chair. 

“Good girl.”

I smile, his praise feels good. I so want to be a good girl, even though the nosy brat inside me is jumping and hollering, wanting to be noticed. A good girl keeps her gaze to the floor, a good girl is patient… but I find myself straightening my back, lifting my chin. I want to sway over to him, run my fingers over his chest and I want to tease him. That swagger always surfaces when I get down to lingerie and heels, but I’ve not before had that impulse when fully naked. 

“Get down on your knees. I want you to make your way here on all four. Slowly.”

I repress the urge to just march over to him and finally get my hands on that gorgeous body - and put my right knee to the floor, followed by the left… and then my hands. From its own accord my body moves, squirms, as if wanting to wag a tail… and my back arches. Yes, I do as I’m told, I crawl on my hands and knees towards him, while keeping a steady eye contact. It’s almost a bit unnerving how he never lets go of that eye contact, just that calm, matter-of-fact gaze and I really have to fight the urge to make him react, to look at me, dammit; SEE me, look at my body, I want him to want me - but there’s just that calm, steady gaze. It makes me insecure. It makes me wonder if he wants me at all - or if he is just trying out his power, checking how far he is able to make me go. 

When I have come as far as to his feet he indicates that I should stop. I keep still and I wait while he gets up from his chair and walks around me, as if he is inspecting me… and in the end, I guess that is exactly what he is doing. The touch of his fingers is light as a butterfly, but every one of those feather light touches sends electric currents through my body and I have to make an effort not to lean into the touch - like a cat would. 

He is back in the leather chair, leaning back, still with that piercing gaze resting on me. Then he reaches in, putting his index finger under my chin, tilting my face up. Light fingertips over my lips, making them tingle.

“Look at me.” Our eyes meet and the intensity of his look makes me gasp, quite literally gasp. 

He leans back in the chair, legs stretched out so they are framing me. 

“I want you to undo my trousers.” Oh, this is when that naughty brat surfaces again… but the good girl wins this round too. I keep myself in check and my moves are deliberately slow when I reach for his belt and undo the buckle. The bulge in his pants lets me know that he isn’t as unfazed by this as he otherwise looks and knowing this makes it feel like I’ve regained a bit of that power I surrendered when I agreed to this game. Once I’ve opened the belt I unbutton his fly… but this is as far as I get without a little bit of assistance. His cock is trapped under the double layers of fabric of his boxers and the chinos, clearly struggling to get out. I pause and glance up into his face. His looks serious - or at least very close to serious. There is the shadow of a smile lurking in his eyes and that shadow takes the edge off his otherwise stern expression. 

“A little help..?” I say, tugging at his trousers. 

He puts his hands on the armrests to that heavy leather chair and lifts his narrow hips just enough for me to pull his chinos down and with them his underwear - making his cock spring free in front of my face. I tilt my head and without thinking I lick my lips in anticipation. Maybe it’s just in my head… but at this point I sense a shift in the power dynamics. Even though I’m the one naked on my knees before him… it’s apparent to me that I have regained a bit of the power I allowed him to take from me. I lean in, my breasts stroking the insides of his thighs, my eyes locked on the beautiful cock before me. When my face is so close I can feel the warmth emanating from him and he surely feels my breath on his crotch I stop short. Without moving my head I lift my eyes to look at him - and meet his gaze. I admit it, it’s for sure the brat that has resurfaced… and I’m not going to do anything, no matter how much I want to take that gorgeous member of his between my lips. I’m going to wait for him to tell me what he wants me to do. Still looking him in the eye I open my lips and stick out my tongue just a bit, still not touching him… and he groans. I am very careful not to smile - but on the inside I’m laughing triumphantly. 

The seconds pass and neither of us move or say anything for what feels like half an eternity… but it’s probably not even ten seconds. Then he reaches out and puts his hand on the back of my head, pulling me in and I finally get to taste that glorious cock. I slowly trace the length of it with a warm and wet tongue, starting at the base and making my way along it, letting the tip of my tongue snake around, probing, tasting, leaving a wet trail in its wake. Once I’ve reached the top I look up and keep his gaze while I kiss his glans with soft lips and then open my mouth and take him in. He makes a sound that I can hardly describe - it’s a sigh… but it is a sigh with a distinctly predatory sound to it. His hand still rests on the back of my head, but he allows me to do my thing without interfering or applying any pressure. I do, however, sense a slight thrusting movement in those slender hips, making his cock move with a little bit more power between my lips. I love, just love, this game - giving him head makes me so incredibly horny. I don’t know what it is with oral sex, but it is one of my biggest turn-ons. Giving pleasure gives me pleasure, I guess. My mouth, lips and tongue work very well together with my hands and fingers, stroking, caressing and sliding up and around his cock, softly holding his balls, I’m licking, sucking, kissing and making out with his cock. I detect a slight vibration in the perineum, the kind of vibration that usually is a telltale sign that his release isn’t far off - but I just don’t feel like letting him cum quite yet… so I let my touch get lighter, slip his cock out of my mouth and rest my chin on his flat stomach while running the tips of my fingers over the skin inside his thighs, cupping his balls in one hand and waiting for him to cool down just a little bit before I start all over again. A quick glance up tells me that he is fighting the urge to just rest back and enjoy the feeling while at the same time wanting to watch me giving him pleasure - and I am also very aware that the camera rolling from the table beside his chair will provide him with every possibility to watch and rewatch this later on. 

His cock seems to get even harder between my lips and my fingertips detect that vibration again - and this time I’m not letting go. I want him to cum, I want that release for him and his already laboured breathing gets even heavier, between breaths he growls that he’s gonna cum if I don’t stop… and I don’t. His hand on the back of my head applies a bit more pressure now and he can’t resist the urge to thrust - his cock sliding in and out of my mouth and with a loud grunt he lets go of all control. His warm semen spurts into my mouth, running over my lips and cheek, down my neck and over my breasts.