What We Deserve

Part 55: Playing Head Games

We ordered our food, picked it up and made it home to enjoy it- but I would be lying to you if I told you that that's all we did.

The sexual pressure between us is high.

After putting the dishes away and the left overs in the fridge, I turn to find Max standing behind me with lust in his eyes.

"What do you want?" I ask with a snarky grin- knowing full well what he wants.

Because I want it as well.

"I want to ravage you." Dear Lord he said it.

So deep in his throat that it's nearly devilish.

It's so damn hot because Max doesn't exactly scream dominance—ever.

"Really? Are you going to punish me?" I feign fright and his brows furrow in confusion.

"Um..."

"Oh look...a wooden spoon...I hope it doesn't end up on my bottom..." I push my tush out towards him as I slide the wooden spoon across the island and he gets it now.

"Well...um...you have been very...naughty..." He tries a bit but is nervous and stammering. Taking the wooden spoon, he taps me on my arse and I just smirk.

"Oh, master you can do better than that. I've been very very naughty." He takes the spoon and hits my arse a bit harder and the crack is heard throughout the home. My eyes widen and he must think it actually hurt. Turning to him, I slowly walk over and get down on my knees. He watches me curiously, but also a bit nervous. "What does master want me to do...to make up for my very bad behavior?"

I've never been submissive in my love.

Well...despite with Mo.

But Max knows me as the dominant one.

The out spoken ruler.

And right now, playing this little game with him- he seems so uneasy because he is so obviously far from dominant.

"Uh...." He doesn't know what he should say. Taking my hands I run the up the front of his thighs near his cock and I try to give him subtle hints of what he should demand of me. "You...you will...um...suck....suck my...um..."

His face is all red and I feel horrible for making him partake in our exploits like this, but it is a little amusing if I must say so.

"How?" I innocently ask and he shakes his head, lost and uncomfortable. Reach down, he shakily undoes the bottoms on his jeans and unzips his fly.

"P....pull my...um...pull my jeans down..." He hesitantly states and I smirk, but quickly go back to looking nervous to add the effect of our game. Sliding his jeans down, I then pull is compression underwear down as well and he is semi hard. "P...put it...put it in your mouth."

"Put what in my mouth, Sir?" I turns his head slightly and I can tell it's starting to frustrate him.

He's trying to be polite about things, but I want him dirty.

I want him to ravage me like he said he wanted too.

"Sir?" I call to him again and I smirk slightly.

"My...my cock. Put it in your mouth." I bite my bottom lip and it's like a switch flips in him.

"I'll do it myself." He forces my mouth open- in the gentlest way he can- while still trying to come off aggressive- which is really cute. And instead of forcing his dick in my mouth like I expected him too- wanted him too- he just gently holds it to me and I try so hard not to roll my eyes at how innocent and sweet he is. I take him in my mouth and just look up at him- as if waiting for directions.