[F] I lost the bet and literally paid for it with my ass

‘Who’d crack first?’

I loved how well things were going with Malkom. We’d see each other when we could and we had a good thing going sexually. We were both sex deprived before connecting. It’s inarguable that we were meant to connect and form a deep, sexual connection. And besides, his balls always remained drained and my pussy always remained serviced. The perfect arrangement.

Whilst we satisfied each other incredibly well sexually, I was beginning to get urges of my true dominating self. My desire to tease and be in control. To get him to break and just crave me on a whole new level.

I joked, “hey, listen, hypothetically, who do you think win between us at abstaining from sex?”

Malkom laughed. “I’m the true dominant here. You’d crack.” said with an incredible poker face!

This, was a challenge! A challenge I was keen to enjoy and relish in. I lived for this.

“Let’s try it. I’ll win.” Malkom confidently said.

SHIT. SHIT! I was NOT planning for that. What started out as a control thing, of me trying to implement a fun game that I was confident in winning, really backfired. The leverage was with Malkom, NOT me. I was freaking out.

I mounted him and began kissing. He grinned and said “hmmmm nope, I don’t think so 😉”

I was rejected. All for the good of the bet. There was nothing at stake except pure bragging rights and sexual control of who was reaaaally in charge. We both thought we were.

It began.

I showered and got into bed. He came to see me, to see if I was okay. I had on some of my nicest matching underwear. A beautiful teal thong set. I had the blankets over me, pretending to shiver, as he took them off. He beat me to it. I rolled over and perked my ass in the air.

“You knowwwww you want it babe 😉”

He laughed and kissed my on the cheek. Not the cheek I wanted either! Then said he was headed home and we’d catch up soon.

I was dumbfounded. He’d trumped me! What could I do to reply? Malkom was then a little evasive afterwards. It’s like he thought little contact could aid his case and ensure he simply doesn’t risk losing. Smart, perhaps. I could play smart too.

Okay, I was incredible horny. But I could replicate an orgasm. I had my vibrator. I had my dildo. He didn’t. There’s nothing he could do to replicate having his cock sucked like I’d suck it. Even if he sources another mouth. Nope.

I knew what time he’d be at the gym, so I wore my hottest leggings. The ones he’d previously picked out to have me wear for him at home and strip tease him. My lovely red leggings. His weakness.

Malkom came over and spoke. It was causal. I was eyeing him up and I feel he eyed me up too. We had such amazing sexual chemistry. I asked if he enjoyed my leggings to which he replied, “you know I do 😉 still not breaking.”

I did what I didn’t think I’d do. I got ultra slutty. I went up to a guy I knew had the hots for me before (several liked old insta posts testified to that). I asked for him to spot me squatting. Malkom’s face dropped. I expected to fuck him before the end of the night.

I received a message from him later on.

“Just came, pretty hard too. But not going to fuck you. You’ll be begging me before I’m begging you.”

We were on like day 5 now. Urgh. It was so damn difficult. I wasn’t sure where to go with this. My girlfriends said it was silly and just have sex already.

I updated my Snapchat story and only shared it with Malkom (I wasn’t looking to seduce other guys really, I only wanted him, but he didn’t know that).

The update read “so damn horny. Need my fix and my bed’s a little big just for me.”

Malkom arrived shortly after at my house. I saw his car outside and I knew I’d won. I invited him in and he had very few words. I took a proud walk to the living room in hope of being bent over my couch.

I pulled my pyjamas down and exposed a lovely grey thong. If I needed to do more, I’d flip over and expose my wet match in the grey panties. He’d go crazy for that.

His hands touched my ass. I was about to turn around and say I’d won when he whispered, “If you want to apologise for trying to tease me and admit defeat, then I’ll accept and your asshole will get fucked. I’ll need to hear it from you.”

I know when I’ve done wrong. I know when I’ve lost and finally, I know when to give in and admit the defeat.

Without a word, I reached to the drawer and handed Malkom the lube.

My asshole was going to get fucked and I should stop calling him Malkom. His name is Daddy.

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