"Have a seat," I said as I watched you walk in, a smile on your face.
"You giving orders?"
"Yes, and I expect them to be followed, now sit down," I say with a smile, and as you sink down onto my couch, I feel my pussy get all warm and wet. You make me almost embarrassingly wet, and you don't even know it. I squirm in my seat, pressing my thighs together trying to hide how I am reacting as I worry that this plan I have won't work as well as I had hoped. The idea sounded so good, but once you are here, sitting on my couch, the idea of letting you have control sounds so much better. Of letting you move me, place me, and fuck me any way you want is so tempting. But it's not what I have planned. I brace myself, ready to get exactly what I want.
"Now what?" you ask as you lean back on my couch, resting your arms on the back, crossing your legs at your ankles. You look so smug, so in control. I hate it, and it makes me shiver all at the same time. I hate that you control yourself so easily, for years, I have almost wished you'd lose control just for a minute, but it scares me too, what you might do if you did.
"Now, I know you think that just because it's your birthday you get to call the shots, but today, we are gonna do things my way."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, my way." I sigh as I slide one leg across your lap until I'm sitting snugly on your lap. I can feel your dick pressing hard against my pussy. My hips rotate, pressing me down harder against you. "You are going to do exactly what I want."
