We've been arguing for fun all night long. We drove everyone at the bar crazy. At one point, when the spirit in your eyes was too much to leave alone, I took you in the bathroom and fucked you over the sink. You loved it. When we left, you pulled me into a dark alley and blew me like a corner whore. I loved it.
When we get home, you saunter through the doorway ahead of me. I know you want some more. So do I.
"So, was that what you wanted?" you ask.
I shake my head, pushing the door closed behind me.
"You must be pretty tired," you say, posing in the bathroom doorway, hands behind your back, lashes batting, a come-and-get-me smile on your lips. All demure and fuckable. . .
I shake my head again. "Not even close."
Then I put on my most most serious face.
"I'm not finished with you yet."
I lock the door behind me with a loud click.
I hear your breath deepen, and the smile melts off your face, your eyes flashing darkly.
My back is still against the door. Slowly, deliberately, I undo my belt and open my jeans, pulling my semi-hard dick out through the boxers underneath. Your eyes fall to it.
My hands are busy, pleasing my shaft to full erection under your watchful eyes. I see your bottom lip curving anxiously, your waist moving in ways that tell me you're getting wet beneath your skirt. I pull it out toward you, breathing heavily, and when I catch your eye I tell you to suck it.
Your breath catches, but you stay where you are. I see you staring at it as you shake your head, refusing.
"In my house, good girls do as they're told," I say, my eyebrows rising with the threat.
You continue to stare heavily, your hands idly toying with the bottom of your skirt.
"If you don't suck it, I'm going to fuck you."
Your eyes are burning when they meet mine. When I take a step toward you, you back away, sliding sideways against the bathroom door. I take another step, and you run from me some more, your ass sliding softly against the mirror on the door. I can see myself stalking you, my prick angling out from open jeans. One more long step, and you're backed into the corner, breathing heavily. The mirrors framing your body multiply me as I come, my hand reaching out to touch you.
A hand flashes out, slapping it away. I feel the slight heat on my skin. I reach out again, catching your wrist when your hand flies. My other hand goes to your bare thigh, sliding up and around.
"Spread your legs."
I can feel the heat from your pussy, tightly clutched between your thighs. I leave it there for now. My eyes watch your breasts rising and falling heavily with your breath, and I want them. I reach for them, but your other hand pushes mine away. I grab it and force it up to grip both your hands in one of mine, stretching your arms over our head and pinning you in the corner.
My cock throbs for you. I try to force my hand between your legs, but you turn your waist to the side with a naughty smile. I lift your skirt from behind, folding it up into your waistline. Then I smack, fast and hard. The smile falls off your face with a gasp, your body going rigid from the sting of my palm on your ass.
"Bad girl," I breath in your ear, feeling your skin prickle against my lips. I spank you again, once for every word I whisper in your ear.
"Spread. . .your. . .legs. . ."
You whimper beautifully, and I feel your thighs relaxing. I immediately hook my hand around and pull your legs apart, plunging my fingers deep into your cunt.
"This is my pussy," I say, stroking your tightness from the inside, making you wet, making you loose, making you ready for my cock.
You moan loudly. Shhhh, I breath to your neck, twirling my fingers between your legs. When you moan again, I pull them out and let your hands go. I turn and walk away, leaving you panting in the corner. I step out of my shoes as I go, pulling my shirt over my head and stopping when I get to the edge of the couch, where I sit.
