Page 43 of Payback
“Oh, so we’re playing that later? Should I be the bad or good cop?”
“As if you’re even capable of being good,” she mumbled.
“Raise them.”
Complying, she placed her hands behind her head, raising her arms. Her tight nipples came into view, and she caught on to why I had asked her to raise them. She attempted to lower them swiftly, but I issued a warning, indicating she shouldn’t lower them without my permission. She let out a sigh, maintaining her raised posture. I observed her intently until I nodded, giving her the go-ahead to lower them. I did this because I was aware it made her feel exposed, something she despised.
“Now, let’s go eat.”
We left the room together, though I allowed her to walk slightly ahead of me, revealing the lower part of her ass. The outfit was hardly concealing, and I intended to enjoy teasing her throughout the day. As we descended the stairs for her to prepare some food, I watched her yet again, well aware of her discomfort. It pleased me greatly to know she was constantly glancing over her shoulder, verifying that I was indeed watching her. She shook her head multiple times, sighing deeply, but I didn’t look away. We followed the same routine as the previous day, with her serving me first before I permitted her to eat. Once she had tidied up, she looked at me expectantly.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m finished,” she pointed out.
“I can see that,” I replied, leaning back.
She began shifting her weight slightly, appearing uncertain about her next move. I knew what she was waiting for, but I wanted to see if I could get her to verbalize it.
“So,” she began tentatively.
“Yes?”
“Um... what comes next?” she asked.
I shrugged, leading her on. I continued watching her as a prolonged silence hung between us, making her visibly uncomfortable. She began fidgeting with her outfit, trying to pull it down a little more or give herself a sense of coverage. It didn’t help. She couldn’t conjure extra fabric out of thin air. However, it amused me that she was trying.
“Jared... I mean, Master, shouldn’t something happen now?” she questioned.
“Happen?” I prodded.
“You know.”
“No, I don’t. Give me a clue.”
She shot me a glare, recognizing that I was baiting her. She hesitated to say it, torn between her reluctance and confusion about why I hadn’t simply taken her yet. The anticipation was fueling my arousal. Watching her squirm was incredibly gratifying, causing a rush of heat to surge within me. I was definitely ready for more, but I wanted to torment her a bit longer.
“You know what you said!” she pressed.
“What did I say?”
“Come on!”
“What?” I asked innocently.
“Were you planning to fuck me or not?” she snapped, finally voicing the words. I smiled, relishing the sound.
“Well, if you insist.”
“What?” she asked, now genuinely perplexed. I rose from my seat, moving around the kitchen island, and she retreated. I noticed her attempting to reach the opposite end, initiating a small hunt.
“That’s not what I meant,” she tried to clarify.
“You’re the one who begged me to fuck you, and if memory serves me right, I still owe you an orgasm. Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say you owe me.”
“I made you come last night!”
“Yes, but all your orgasms belong to me too,” I declared. “Every part of you is mine, and therefore, every drop of pleasure is mine as well.”
