She Tells Me She Doesn’t Like To Make Decisions In The Bedroom, So I Make Her Prove She’ll Do Anything I Tell Her To [MF]

“I’ve never done anything like this,” you say, turning the dial to dim the lights.

“You’re going to do great, sweetie,” I reply, sitting back on the bed and putting one hand behind my head, the other casually rubbing my cock through my jeans.

“What am I supposed to do?” you laugh nervously, fidgeting with the bottom of your skirt, pulling it down a few inches.

“You’re supposed to do everything I tell you to do,” I reply, matter-of-factly. I lift my hand off my cock, gesturing toward you with one finger, telling you to come closer.

You smile and climb onto the bed, playfully crawling towards me. “And what is it you want me to do, baby?” you ask seductively, closing your eyes and leaning in to kiss me. I stop you just before our lips touch, my hand gently wrapping around your throat. You open your eyes, staring into mine, waiting for instructions.

“The first thing I want you to do,” I whisper, the smile falling from my face, “is to turn that light back on.” You feel my hand on your throat tighten, pushing you back until you’re kneeling in front of me. I let go and lean back against the headboard again. You look down, awkwardly pulling at the bottom of your skirt again, covering your thighs as much as possible.

“I get so nervous with the lights on,” you start to explain.

“Good,” I interrupt you midsentence.

“It’s just so uncomfortable, I feel like I can’t get into character—”

You look up at me as I cut you off again. “Baby, I’m not here to make you comfortable. I’m here to make you do every single thing I tell you to.” You raise your eyebrows, surprised at my tone. “And I’m telling you to go turn that light back on, and don’t let me see your pull that skirt down again. Do you understand?”

“It’s just—”

The tone of my voice drops, all the softness falling away. “Get off the bed, hike that skirt all the way up, and let me see you walk over there. Now.”

You lower your head a little, eyes shifting anxiously, realizing I’m serious. After a brief pause, you submit, crawling backwards and stepping off the foot of the bed. As you turn to step towards the lightswitch, you hear my voice again, this time the tone is sweet, almost apologetic. You turn towards me, looking relieved at the lighter tone. “Baby,” I say softly, locking eyes with you. “I told you to hike up that fucking skirt.”

You scoff as I watch a flash of anger cross your face. Silence hangs for a moment as we stare at each other, as if we don’t both know who is going to break first. My voice interrupts the silence. All the sweetness is gone. “You asked for this. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You shake your head and look down at the floor. I hear you take a deep breath before grabbing both sides of your skirt, slowly lifting it up, exposing your thighs, stopping just before your panties come into view.

“All the way,” I say sternly, as you let out a frustrated exhale and quickly bunch the rest of the skirt up around your waist. The only thing covering your pussy is that cute cotton thong, the white one with flower-print. Way too innocent looking for what I’m about to make you do.

“Is this what you want?” you ask, sounding annoyed and maybe even a little humiliated.

“No, sweetie,” I say softly, shaking my head, slowly rubbing my cock through my pants. “This is just what I’m telling you to do. We’ll get to what I actually want later. Turn on that light. Let me see every inch of you.”

You reach out and turn the dial, immediately bringing your hands together in front of your exposed panties as the room lights up. “Now what?” you ask quietly, staring at the floor, legs press tightly together.

“Now turn around and let me see all of you.”

You turn your back to me, and I let out an inadvertent moan, my eyes following the fabric from your thong as it disappears between your ass cheeks. Your skirt is bunched up around your waist, just barely covering the top of your panties, the bottom of your sweater hugs your hips.

“Like this?” you ask quietly, facing the wall. Your voice sounds small, your hands still nervously clasped in front of you, legs still pressed together.

“Put one hand on the wall.”

You pause for just a moment before placing your hand on the wall in front of you.

“Higher. Just above your head.”

I hear you sigh, raising your hand a few inches. “Like this?” you ask again, voice still shy and uncertain.

“Just like that, sweetie. Now turn your head and look at me.”

You look over your shoulder, your body twisting, pushing your ass out towards me just enough to make your skirt ride up your waist another inch. We make eye contact for just a moment, before your eyes fall back to the floor.

“I told you to look at me,” I say, watching you lift your gaze to meet mine, blinking innocently.

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper, my cock now completely hard, pressing against the fabric of my jeans. I stop rubbing myself just long enough to unzip my pants, pulling my cock into view, slowly but firmly stroking at the base, forcing the head to throb. You glance down, the look on your face changing from uncertainty to hunger for a brief moment before my voice brings you back. “Take your other hand and spread your ass for me, baby,” I say, voice just above a whisper.

You turn your head to the wall again, reaching your hand back, pulling your ass apart, pushing it towards me until I can see every part of you. “Look at me,” I say, this time louder, my tone growing frustrated. As you turn your head towards me I see a devilish little smile disappear from your face, as if you can hide it. You like putting on a show for me. You always have.

“Good girl,” I say quietly, my eyes leaving yours, wandering down your body to your ass, your hand still pulling it apart, putting yourself on display for me. “That’s exactly what I want to see.” You stand there in silence for several seconds, my eyes never leaving you, my hand stroking the entire length of my cock, squeezing as I get to the head, moaning softly.

“Turn around,” I say, breaking the silence. You let go of the wall and turn to face me, your hands falling in front of you again, eyes on the floor. “Take your top off for me, please,” I whisper, my hand slowing on my cock as I watch you pull the sweater over your head, dropping it to the floor and putting your hands right back in front of you, as if there’s a chance of hiding yourself from me at this point. You look absolutely delicious, anxiously standing there in your cute flower-print underwear set, skirt hiked up around your waist like the horny little slut we both know you are. “Put your hands down by your sides,” I say, watching you hesitate for a moment before unclasping your hands and letting them fall to your sides. I let you stand there several seconds, my eyes running over every part of you. You look uncomfortable. You look so exposed. You look perfect.

“Are you wet right now, sweetie?” I ask softly, watching you fidget nervously.

“Yes,” you say after a moment, still refusing to look at me.

“Good,” I smile. “Show me.”

You look up, your eyes lock on mine. Your breathing is shallow as you hook your thumbs on either side of your panties, sliding them slowly down your thighs.

“Those are going to stay on for now,” I say, stopping you in your tracks. You pause for a moment, confused, before pulling them back up. “Show me how wet you are,” I say again, watching one of your hands slide from your hip to your pussy, covering it with the palm of your hand, your fingers working in small circles as you feel yourself start to soak through the fabric. You step one foot to the side, spreading your legs. Your mouth opens and you blink slowly, savoring the feeling, looking almost relieved at finally being able to touch yourself.

“Yes, just like that, babygirl. Show me how much you need it,” I whisper, taking my hand off my cock, putting both hands behind my head while I watch you. Even untouched, my cock still throbs, jumping with every little moan that escapes your lips. After more than a minute, my voice breaks the silence. “Now, show me what I want to see, baby.”

I watch your fingers slow as you bring both hands to your chest, legs spread just enough to let me see your soaked panties. In that moment I want nothing more than you suck them dry, to feel you coat my tongue, to taste you spilling down my throat, but I resist the urge. There will be time for that later. “Thank you, baby. You’re doing so well. Do you want to keep going?”

You nod your head submissively, still holding your hands to your chest. “Please,” you whisper, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Good, baby. That’s good. There’s so much more of you I need to see,” I say, reaching down and tucking my hard cock back into my pants, zipping them up. I get up and walk over slowly, standing over you just a few feet away, fully clothed. You stand there anxiously looking up at me, covered only by your cute white bra and those soaked panties clinging to your pussy. I reach out with both hands, running the back of my hands from your neck down to the top of your bra. A slight shiver runs through your body as I trace down either side, towards your hands clasped together on your chest. I grab your wrists gently, pulling your hands apart, putting them by your sides, before stepping back and looking at you.

“You should never try to cover up like that. You are too perfect to hide yourself from anyone,” I say as my eyes run up and down your body. I take a step towards you, lifting your chin with a finger until you’re looking up at me. “Do you understand?”

You nod, looking unsure. My thumb runs down the side of your cheek, my hand still under your chin. “Not from anyone. Ever.” All the uncertainty leaves your face as you continue nodding, your eyes softening into a pouty submissiveness. “Good,” I say, moving my hand from your chin to the back of your head, gently grabbing a handful of your long, dark hair. I tug gently, pulling your head back as I smile down at you. “Now get on your knees for me.”

You can’t hide that little dirty smile as you drop to your knees in front of me, looking up at me with those big pouty eyes. You know what you do to me when you look at me like that. You know just how much you make me want to throw you down and use every inch of you, every hole, take anything I want from you. But I have so many other plans for you tonight. You reach to unbuckle my belt, stopping short as you see me start shake my head.

“You’re allowed to touch me when I say so,” I say, looking down at you, your face a mixture of embarrassment and disappointment. “Right now I want to watch you touch yourself. I want you to show me how you cum.” I reach down and lightly run my hand over your cheek. “Will you do that for me, babygirl?”

You hesitate, looking up at me before nervously swallowing and nodding your head.

“Say it,” I whisper, my hand still on your cheek.

“Yes,” you mutter, looking down at the ground.

My hand slides down to your chin, lifting your head until our eyes meet again. “I told you to say it,” I reply, leaning down towards you just a little.

You take a deep breath, trying to break eye contact, but my hand keeps your head firmly in place. “Yes, I’ll let you watch me touch myself. I’ll show you how I cum,” you say, like you’re reading from a script.

“I think you can do better than that,” I reply in a disappointed tone, standing up straight, my fingers leaving your chin. “But we’ll work on that later. For now, show me exactly what you can do for me.”

I watch one hand slowly disappear between your legs, rubbing yourself through your soaked panties. Your eyes close as your hand speeds up, small circular motions turning to deep rubbing, up and down your pussy, stopping to give your clit extra attention each time you pass. I stare down at you, watching you work, my cock pressing against my jeans until the pressure is just too much. I unbuckle my belt, dramatically pulling it from around my waist, making a loud *crack* sound as it hits the wall. The sound startles you, and you open your eyes just in time to see my hard cock come into view, my hand slowing stroking it, a drop of precum dripping from the tip just inches from your mouth. I see you staring at it hungrily as your hand continues rubbing yourself, and I scoop up the drop with the tip of my finger and offer it to you, watching your tongue dart out to lick my finger clean.

Your other hand reaches over and pulls your underwear to the side, your fingers still rubbing, all of them now soaked just like your panties. I watch one finger disappear inside you, then another, as you close your eyes again, throwing your head back, completely lost in the moment. You curl your fingers up towards your g-spot, again and again, letting out small moans and labored breaths as you fuck yourself faster and faster. I stand over you, stroking my cock slowly, knowing that I’ll cum all over your gorgeous face if I go any faster. I want to save it. There’s still so much more to do.

I can tell you’re close, your moans growing louder, deeper, your hand flying in and out of your pussy, the sounds filling the room. “Oh god,” you whisper, furrowing your brow, squeezing your eyes shut even tighter. “Oh god, baby, it’s happening. I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming for you.”

I watch the orgasm build, coarsing through you. Just as it reaches its peak you feel my fingers on both sides of your face, gripping your cheeks and holding your head in place. “Open your eyes and look at me when you’re cumming for me, you little slut,” I growl, watching your eyes open as they roll back in your head, the words hitting with another wave, this time even bigger than before. You scream. Not a moan, not a grunt, but a scream from deep in your chest, as I hold your head in my hand, watching your body convulse at my feet. It seems like it will never end until I finally feel you relax, your entire body going limp, your eyes looking up at me as you try to catch your breath. I let go of your face and take a step back, looking at you slumped down on your knees, the floor wet underneath you.

I kneel down in front of you, looking you in the eye. “Now we can get started,” I say, smiling.

(To be continued….maybe)

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