I'm sitting on your lap, your chest against my back and I can feel the steady, driving beat of your heart there. My hands rest on the chair arms. I know I'm not supposed to move them from that spot. My nails biting into the fabric as I squirm in your lap. Your lips drag across my neck, your tongue sneaks out to caress the oh-so-sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet. It's exquisite and I feel myself coming undone already. Your tongue licks before you bite and suck there, sure to leave a mark.
Your hands drift up over my stomach and cup my breasts. Squeezing and massaging, while you quietly moan your appreciation for the weight of them in your hands. Your fingers dipping beneath the lace to pull and pinch at my nipples. All while you kiss, and suck and moan into my neck. I'm panting for you, my legs opening, beckoning you to touch me where I really want you too.
"Patience Pet..." you chuckle against my skin.
"I know what you want and I'll give it to you if you behave. No begging. No cumming until I say, you can moan all you like, but you'll cum for me only when I tell you. Understand?"
I'm clearly too slow to respond because the gentle pulls and rolling of my nipples become hard and the sweet sting of pain reminds me I'm supposed to answer
"Yes" I sigh as I arch into the punishing vice your fingers have on my aching nipples.
"No, no, no Pet. Tsk tsk...such bad manners," you admonish me while pinching harder.
"Yes, what?" You ask with swift, sharp slap to the inside of my thigh. Near enough to my aching pussy but not on it like you know I want.
I moan loudly and clutch at the chair, rolling my hips into yours and feeling a rush of my juices soak my panties as I feel your cock throb against my ass.
"Yes, Sir" I say on a sigh. Still grinding and rocking against the length of you.