I control your pussy

{lesbian, though you only know by one word}

It’s our two year anniversary. You sit there, restless. Tapping your feet, trying to appear unbothered.

The waitress comes over to ask how everything is and if we wanted something. You tell her, whilst trying to keep your voice clear and even, that the food is delicious and that you’d like a refill.

I sit across the table, eyes fixed on you. I’m enjoying watching my beautiful little princess struggling.

My finger taps the screen of my phone that’s in my pocket, adjusting the speed and intensity of the vibrator sitting snug in your pussy. I lower it for a few seconds as you start to speak, then mid sentence I increase.

Your eyes widen a little but you stay as composed as possible.

The waiter walks away.

You turn to look at me, and we lock eyes. You’re biting your lip slightly. You know I like that. Your hips slowly start to grind ever so slightly on the chair. I’m fucking you with my eyes, and you’re fucking me with yours.

I raise the intensity another 2 steps. You let out a small moan. I smirk at my little slut, unable to contain herself.

We agreed we would leave as you’re reaching orgasm. Not before. Not after.

You move forward a little bit, closer to the edge of your chair and start moving your hips a little more. I sit there, feeling myself get a little wet as I watch you giving in.

You tap the table 3 times to let me know you’re close. I keep it on for 3 more seconds then turn it off. You let out a slight sigh – you’re a little disappointed. Do I care? No.

You won’t be when I tell you what’s going to happen next. I’m expecting a call from a friend any minute now. Yes, the one you said you would love to have a taste of.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hv8mpf/i_control_your_pussy