“I need it,” I whimper pitifully, squirming beneath you. Your hot tongue and lips leave my throat briefly to respond; your body on top of mine, pinning me down to the mattress.
“Ask nicely,” you say. I hear the smile in your tone without seeing your face.
I don’t *want* to ask nicely. And the smile in your voice tells me you expect that. I hate that you’re right.
You’ve been teasing me like we’re in high school– Touching me everywhere, though we’re both still fully clothed– Long minutes of indirect touch over and through varying fabrics.
It’s driving me crazy. My chest is now red, and my panties are wet. I want to feel your skin on mine, and your cock buried within me. I ache for it.
You hand slips beneath my top, and roams to my breasts. You squeeze harshly over my bra. “Off with this,” you say, nibbling along my neck. I slip out of it quickly and go to take off my top immediately after.
“I didn’t tell you to remove that just yet,” you say sternly, your fingertips clamping roughly around my right nipple.
I moan a response and stop the attempt to remove it. Your mouth makes its way from my throat to my left nipple, teasing it’s stiff peak though the cotton of my shirt. Your hand still under my shirt pinching my right nipple, while your tongue and lips leave a damp spot on the fabric over the other.
“Fuck, I need it,” I plead, a hot mess beneath you.
“That isn’t asking,” you say, gently threatening; grazing your teeth over my sensitive nipple. I hate that it’s not direct contact.
“Ohh,” I sigh, still squirming. “Please?”
“Please what?,” You bite down harder.
“Please, Siiiir?,” I correct myself with a desperate whine.
“No– please, Sir, what?,” you say calmly while nipping at my nipple and rolling the other between your fingers.
You love to make me ask for the naughty things I want. You love to hear me admit what I want. What I need. You love the blush it gives my cheeks and the way it makes me avoid your eyes. You love making me beg for you.
“Oh my God, please fuck me,” I say exasperated and full of need.
“That’s just a polite demand,” you say, stopping to make eye contact with me.
You hover over me, a smug half-smile appears as you look me over. Studying my face and my actions. My cheeks are already blushing; I hate what comes next.
“Come on,” you prompt, “Ask nicely.” You stare into my eyes, smiling as you massage my pussy through my jeans.
I moan softly and move against your fingertips.
“If you want more than this,” you say taking my squirming form in, “You’ve gotta ask.”
My sigh becomes a grumble. “Fuck,'” I mutter, directed at both you for making me ask and the denim for severely limiting your touch where I want it so badly.
You raise your eyebrows expectantly, your fingers still tracing the seam of my jeans between my legs. “Ask for what you want,” you say looking down at me.
I cave, but in my own way. “Will you please let me take these off?” I ask, tugging on the hem of my shirt and the button of my jeans.
“By all means, wiggle out of them,” you say. I quickly pull my shirt over my head and your tongue and lips finally meet up with my nipple. “But you’ll still ask for what you want,” you add, wickedly nipping between delicious licks and sucks.
I moan a response and shimmy out of my jeans. You trail kisses down my body, teasing and ignoring every bit I want your lips and tongue to land on.
“Come onnn,” I whine. “Please!”
You ignore me and continue your teasing onslaught while I squirm beneath you.
I am frenzied and worked up, and you seemingly give no fucks. …You certainly aren’t giving me any fucks.
I whimper frustrated.
“All you have to do is ask nicely,” you say condescendingly, your lips planting soft kisses an inch above my slit. So close, yet entirely too far from my clit.
I hate that you’re right. I resign. I give in, a total wreck wanting to be further annihilated.
An exasperated sigh causes you to look up at me. I blush and finally make my request, “Will you please fuck me?,” I ask like a good girl.
You smirk and finally touch me, your tongue finds my clit while your fingers explore my wetness. You suck gently and I all but lose whatever grip I had left on being coherent while your mouth overstimulates my swollen little button.
You haven’t entered me yet and I need it. “You said–,” I start, but you cut me off–
Your tongue and lips leave me only to chastise. “I told you to ask nicely for what you want. And you did, but you took your sweet time doing so. So I’ll do the same,” you say before slowly circling my clit with the tip of your tongue.
You spend the next few minutes paying all your attention to my clit while I beg you to fuck me. You seem not to notice me or my pleas until I’ve cum from your tongue’s hard work.
“Hmmm?,” you question as if you heard a sound but weren’t listening to it. You move up and hover over me once more. “What were you saying?”
I am hardly satiated, if anything I want you inside me more. Cumming with an unfilled pussy always feels like something is missing. There’s nothing to quiver around. It feels empty in its own way. I catch my breath and try once more to get you to fuck me.
“Please, please will you fuck me?,” I ask needily.
“Of course,” you say as if this is the first time I’ve made this request all night. “All you needed to do was ask nicely,” you say, turning me over.
I scoff an incredulous laugh and look at you over my shoulder, shaking my head– you enter me swiftly and my tone changes the instant your cock pounds into me.
I drop my head and take the fucking you’re finally given me. Mmm maybe I should have asked nicely sooner, I think to myself– but we both know it’s not often in me to obey immediately.
You do always get your way in the end, and so do I.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kdctx7/ask_nicely_for_what_you_want_ds_mf_teasing