You underestimated me, didn’t you? (part 1) – [F/M] [POV] [manic pixie dream girl] [bondage] [enthusiastic consent] [oral] [edging]

Even when we talk about our kinks, they never expect it. They never expect me. They see me and they think I’m so cute and small… I can’t possibly be capable of dominating them. 5’2 on a good day, I come up to their shoulders… at best. Cute, small, curvy, girly. Curly honey-blonde hair and big blue eyes.

It’s like they thought they could take advantage of me. Good fucking luck.

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I dress up for the date. *How to look the least intimidating? Not like I was that intimidating to start…* Short skirt, flats, oversized sweater. I look fucking adorable.

You want to protect me, take care of me… fuck me? Probably. Who wouldn’t want the juxtaposition of my tiny frame on my knees, your cock stretching my mouth. Any cock would look massive in contrast with how small I am, but yours especially. I can tell you’re thinking that as I talk. Does it even matter what I’m saying? Not to you…

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I walk up the stairs in front of you as I lead you to my apartment. When I asked you home, your eyes got huge. It was precious. You nodded, *yes please*. What did you think would happen, cutie? Me on all fours, your huge cock splitting me in two? *Hmm…*

The short, flowy skirt swishes provocatively, and I would hazard to guess that you’re straining to see my ass underneath it. What underwear am I wearing, baby? Can you see my thong under this? You’d have to be… pretty far down the stairs to get a good look, huh? Should I throw you a bone? I’ll just… bend over and take off my shoes… oh, but you should too! Is that a growl in your throat as you sit down to untie them… clever boy, you can still have your view…

You’re still undoing your shoes when I stand up. To be fair, the flats didn’t need that much time bent over– it was only for your benefit, and we both knew it. You’re eager when you stand again, the bulge in your pants lets me know that something else is standing at attention…

I turn the key in the lock and open the door to my dark apartment. With a flick of a switch, it’s illuminated by fairy lights. Is that a smirk I hear behind me? Are you laughing at me, baby? Is there something funny about how I like my space? *Hmm…*

We walk in. You see the small one bedroom is full of books and art and plants. A bike. A guitar. A ukulele. A non-functional fireplace with a space heater in it. As soon as you see it, we’re gone. I’m leading you to my bedroom.

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Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking? *”More fucking twinkly lights? More weird art?”* That’s what your face looks like right now, darlin’. You cute judgy asshole. I’ll decorate how I want. I’ll decorate *you*, how I want… even if you don’t know it yet.

I push you down on my bed, more strength than you’d expect for how small I am. You’re amused. Damn, I’m cute when I’m pushy, aren’t I? That hardness in your pants is pronounced as hell and I’m *very* aware of it as I crawl up the length of you. I settle myself and straddle your hips, the skirt hitched up around my thighs. My fingers dance up your chest, up your collar. You sigh deeply as I run my hands through your hair. I lean down to kiss you.

My lips meet yours and I can feel you melt into me. You reach up to meet me. You want this so bad. *Good boy.* My tongue runs along your lips. They part. Along your teeth. Our tongues intertwine. You taste like after dinner mints and the joint we shared on the way here.

I swear I’m not trying to take advantage of you… but you wanted to take advantage of me… So, it seems we’re at an impasse… Let’s see who wins, cutie pie…

***

We’re full-blown making out and *fuck,* I’m wet. Somehow, you’ve gotten the upper hand– you’re on top of me now. I have no idea how you’ve done that… oh wait, of course I do. I let you. You’re grinding that delightful bulge into my stomach and *mmmm*, maybe we should take off some clothes? I pull on your shirt and direct you, “Off.” You oblige me. God, you’re easy. Slut.

My hand runs up your chest, through the thatch of chest hair. You can hear the pleased hum deep in my chest, I’m sure. I’m not exactly quiet about my pleasure, am I? The flat of my hand against your chest, I push lightly. It takes no effort at all and you’re on your back again. I’m straddling you– *can you feel my wetness through your pants, cutie?*

I pull the sweater over my head and my small breasts swing free. *What, you thought I’d wear a bra? With this outfit? Boy, please.* You reach up to cup them, and I let you. You marvel at the bars of metal glinting in the light. I moan with pleasure, but only for a second before slapping your hands away and leaning down to whisper in your ear. The cold metal makes you shiver as it touches your skin.

“Baby, do you wanna play a game?” You nod eagerly, closing your eyes. *Good boy.*

My small hand grasps your large one in mine– your wrists are my goal.

“I’m just gonna tie you up, is that okay?” You nod again. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Okay, cutie. Let me know what feels good, and if you need an adjustment at *any* time– I’m *more* than happy to make you more comfortable.” You groan as I grind on your cock through your pants.

“Yes.” You’re gasping now.

“Now that doesn’t seem very enthusiastic, cutie. Wanna try again?” I smirk and bite your earlobe, making you whimper. I love it.

“*Please* tie me up!” *Mmmmm*, that’s what I like to hear.

I take the wrist in my hand and put it up to the edge of the bed. “Stay,” I direct. I take your other wrist and put to the other edge of the mattress. I sit up, feeling your cock so hard at my center. It takes all of my resolve to keep going and not ride you on the spot… but *I* have patience, I promise myself. I do.

I move up to straddle your chest. The wetness seeps into your chest hair, and you gasp. You want me. But you said you’d play a game. I get up to reach for the restraints that live under my bed… and situate my pussy directly above your mouth. It’s not like I did this on purpose, right? Your hands go to reach for my thighs, to pull me into you.

“Hey!” I shout, “Nuh uh!” Cowed, you put your hands back into the top corners of the bed.

You reach for me face-first instead, stretching with your neck, your tongue. Trying to taste me. Beads of pussy juice drip into your mouth, your reward. But alas, you can’t touch me. I’m too far away. You whine. *Poor baby.*

I’m reaching for something completely different… and you’re not paying any attention, are you? Before you know it, your arms are restrained. Tightly bound to my bed. I’ve made sure that you can wiggle your wrists, enough space for blood flow.

“How’s that?” I ask you. You try to move your arms and growl when you realize you’re properly restrained.

“Good.” I grin, and I know you can hear me giggle. I’ll reward you though… I widen my knees just a bit, allowing your desperate tongue to taste me. You lick and suck, playing with my clit.

*Mmm*, *alright, just a bit longer of this,* I think to myself. I can’t help it. Soon enough I’m riding your face. Using that tongue to pleasure myself. *Fuck.*

Suddenly, I surprise you, pulling away. I swing my leg over you to the side, so I can see all of you. And you can see me… on all fours next to you. I pull the skirt down… and the thong too. I’m not wearing anything. And it doesn’t seem fair that you’re wearing so *so* many more clothes than I am. Let me help you with that…

I kiss and bite my way down your chest, paying close attention to your nipples. You’re so sensitive here, I know you didn’t want me to catch on… but I paid attention, cutie. I trace down the line of hair to your navel, then past it. To the soft curve of your belly, giving you just a few nips to make you twitch and squirm so delightfully. I give you hickeys on both hipbones– my *faaaavorite* part of the body. So sexy. You’re moaning now. You’re so turned on. You can’t help it, can you? I’m not even a little bit sorry.

You’ve positioned yourself on the pillows so you can watch me play with you– silly boy. I’ll take away your eyes soon, but not yet. You can have your view… for now.

I look up at you and smile. I bite my lip. Your chest is heaving. I don’t break my stare as my hand goes to the unbutton your pants. You gasp as the zipper slides down. I brush the hair out of my face and then pull your pants down… and off. It’s just you and your boxers now. *Fuck, you’re hard for me, aren’t you?*

On all fours, I move to the edge of the bed… I stand… and I sashay my way out of the room. You watch my perfect ass as I leave. *What the fuck…?* You think. As quick as I’m gone, I’m back. And carrying a soft blue cotton scarf. This is for your eyes. No more seeing, darlin’, just feeling, just experiencing, just sensing. Go wild. I fold it into a band and tie it around your eyes.

“How many?” I ask you, holding up a fist.

“Three?” *Good boy, that’s absolutely, entirely, 100% incorrect.*

***

You feel the brush of my lips on yours, the flick of my tongue in your mouth. I retreat. You feel nothing. You wait. You anticipate. It feels like forever. You see nothing. You feel the bed beneath you, the scarf around your eyes, and your unbearable, throbbing hardness… but not my touch. You smell and taste me from when I rode your face… but nothing changes. Your ragged breathing is too loud to hear my movement. You wait.

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I watch you. Waiting to see how long it takes for you to break. A minute, two? You get squirmy after thirty seconds. *Oh, baby…*

My fingers lightly trace the band of your boxer briefs, and I feel you twitch at my unexpected touch. All the sensations are heightened now, aren’t they? My tongue runs along the edge, too. You’re whining again. You’re so hard. I can see your precum staining the front of the underwear and I smirk. You deserve… something… don’t you?

I kiss my way down the front of you. I feel you shiver with each touch of my lips. I pull gently at the boxer briefs, letting them snap lightly against you. You whimper with each tiny hit.

You underestimated me, cutie. This is your own fault. We talked about this. We discussed this. You simply didn’t think it would *actually* happen. And now it’s happening… and look how hard you are. Look how much you want this. Look how much you love it. Look how much you want it… oh wait… you can’t see… *hmm…*

My fingers slide into the corners of the boxer briefs, pulling them down painstakingly slowly, allowing your manhood to come free. You’re bigger than I expected. You really were so excited to watch my lips around your cock… my face as I struggle to take all of you into my mouth, into my throat… what a pity there’s a scarf around your eyes preventing you from seeing, hmm?

I kiss up the underside of you and your legs kick and squirm. So dignified. So ticklish, baby. My tongue makes the same path, flickering up and down, tracing patterns to make you moan. My hand goes around the base of you, and I’m sure you can feel how tiny it is in comparison. I lick the tip of you. Drawing you into my mouth, I draw circles around your head with my tongue. Focusing on your hyper-sensitive frenulum, I am entirely focused on pleasuring you. You’re groaning for real now, making no secret of how good this feels. Bucking your hips, you want to fuck my mouth so bad. You want that big cock *aaaaaall* the way down my throat.

*Hold your horses, cutie. You’re not in control here.*

Hand still around the base of you, I take you out of my mouth. You whimper. *Aww… not to worry, baby… I’ll be back.* I suck your balls into my mouth and you’re gasping and whining all over again. You’re so hot and heavy and delicious. Playing with you with my tongue, I can feel your lust radiate through me.

The more I torment you and edge you, the more you crave release. And the more you whine… well, the longer this torture will last. *God, you’re fun to play with. What a good toy.*

I leave a string of hickeys down your inner thigh– bites and all. Each one gets you louder than the last, and I’ll admit that your gasping and moaning is getting me wetter and wetter… but it’s not like I’d tell you that bit of information.

I take your cock back into my mouth with a wet suck, pulling you in deeper this time. The tight ‘o’ of my lips is snug on you, twisting and drooling in time with the hand the moves up and down from your base. You’re really moaning now.

*How close can I get you?* My tongue works its magic and I open my mouth even wider. Your huge cock is even further down my throat. You’re entirely coated in my saliva and I’m coated in… well, my own juices…

I debate letting you cum this time– *should I? Should I let you have this? Or should I wait… just keep playing with you… toying with you… using you… using you to make* ***me*** *feel good? Hmm…*

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To be continued…

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**THOUGHTS:** I am *so* excited to keep writing this one, so if you have thoughts/ideas/input/commissions/etc. feel free to leave a comment or send me a message. The goal is to write smut every day as long as I’m quarantined…

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g7xarb/you_underestimated_me_didnt_you_part_1_fm_pov