A woman voices her desire, and gets what she wants.
I don’t know how I ended up in his arms, in the darkness of the club, squirming and thinking slutty thoughts.
We leaned into each other on the plush couch, music thumping from across the room. He hooked his arm around my shoulder, and his fingers gently tickled my bare skin there.
The dress I wore was too short, too tight. It was not like anything I had worn out, before. But I wanted something tonight.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a deep whisper in my ear.
I closed my eyes. My heart was a thrumming, panicked thing.
Tell me.
I let out a shaky breath. “I want to be… exposed. Controlled.”
He dragged a finger up the side of my neck, and it tickled. “Do you, now. You’re already fairly exposed in that dress.” His fingers traced down to my bare thighs. “How were you imagining being exposed?” He tugged the hem of the dress a little bit upwards. “Like this?”
My breath was shallow. I looked at all the other people in this place, not paying attention to me… yet. I could feel the cool air against my overheated pussy. “Yes,” I whispered.
His fingertips traced lightly against the lacy fabric covering my cunt. “Do you want more than this?”
That touch was absolutely maddening.
“Yes… yes,” I begged. “…Please.”
He shifted so that my back was against him and my pussy was facing the room. “Tell me, again. Beg for it.”
I felt myself blush scarlet, and I was thankful that the room was so dark.
“Please…” I whispered, as his fingers continued to tease me, so infuriatingly light. “Please… I want to be exposed. I want to be controlled.”
He thumbed the hem of my dress. “Again. Give me more.”
I heard myself make tiny, needy noises.
I felt his other hand come up to brush against my hard nipples.
“Poor little thing, you really do want this, don’t you? You body screams for it,” he said. “Now be a good girl and tell me, before I make you actually scream it.”
I moaned, and my body twitched needily.
“Please…” my voice wavered breathlessly. “I want you to expose me. Show everyone this wet little pussy. I want you to show everyone that I’m a controlled, submissive little slut. Control my body, my cunt. I want to blush; I want to be humiliated. Make me a submissive, controlled sex object. Expose me, please…” I begged, mindlessly, squirming in his lap.
“A submissive little slut?” he asked.
I could hear the smile in his voice.
“A sex object?” His fingers kept their light rhythm against the fabric of my panties.
“Please…” I begged.
I felt, more than heard, the growl in his throat. “Your cunt is so hot, I can feel it.” He inched the hem of my dress up a little more, so that my panties were on display to the room. “Now spread your legs and tell me what kind of sex object you mean.”
Everything in my body is wound up so tightly, it’s hard to breathe. I thought about everyone seeing my wet, needy pussy.
I spread my legs.
“Wider,” he told me.
I moaned, spreading them wider, feeling the dress ride up over my hips.
“These little nipples are so hard. You really must like this.” He played idly with them.
All I can do it nod. My body is so ready, so eager. “I want you to use me.”
“Use you?”
I blushed. “Please,” I begged. “Please use me, use my holes. Fill me with cum. Take your pleasure in my body. Use me like a fuck toy.”
“Hmm, a little begging fuck toy.”
His fingers slipped under the fabric of my panties, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
“You are fucking dripping.” He brought his slime-covered fingers to my lips.
I took them into my mouth, licking and sucking them clean. I felt my cunt spasm as I tasted my own desire.
“You want to be my little fuck toy? I like to play hard with my toys,” he said, pushing three wet fingers into my pussy. “I like to degrade them, hurt them. Make them cry and beg.”
I spread my legs wider, right on the cusp of orgasm. “Please, fuck, please. Please make me cry. Make me beg for you… please…”
“Mmm, good girl. What a good little fuck doll you are, aren’t you?” His fingers continued to slosh in and out of my hole. “Now, no one plays with my toys, but me. Do you understand me, fuck toy? Not you, and not anyone else. Just me.”
“Yesss… Sir.”
I was so fucking close.
“Good. Now, these panties are in my way, doll. Stand up and take them off, slowly.” He withdrew his fingers and rubbed the wetness against my clit. “Give me a show. Make it slutty. Show the whole room what a dirty little whore you are for me.”
I blushed, my heart racing.
He leaned in close to whisper in my ear. “If it’s not slow or sexy enough, you’ll be putting them back on. And you’ll be doing it again, up there on that stage. And it’ll be a lot more than just your panties.” He kissed my earlobe. “So make it good for me, fuck doll.”