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TAKE IT OFF - PT 2 🔴

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• y/n •

"Take it off."

The music playing in the background created the perfect atmosphere for what was happening. Cookie started grinding in my lap as she looked like she wanted to challenge me.

"Say 'please'," she teased, trying to dominate me. I was normally the one in charge, but I'd let her have her fun here. I knew she had a job to do, and I was gonna let her do it.

"Please, mama," I spoke, looking up at her through my eyelashes. She'd ceased her grinding, chuckling at my behavior before retreating to the pole again.

"I have a few rules, y/n," Cookie enticed, removing her robe painfully slow. I was having a hard time understanding anything she was saying, feeling my body react to her temptation. I wanted—needed—her on me. I was aroused by her smell and the way her body meshed with mine. I've rarely felt so instantly intrigued by a person, but she was intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more than to please her with all of me.

"I don't think you're listening, suga'," I heard her remark, feeling two of her fingers caress my chin. I stared into her eyes, not knowing what to say or how even to talk. I could feel my heartbeat racing in my ears and my breath quickening the closer she got to my face. Her robe was now fully off, and I could see the lingerie that covered her body. I wanted to feel the contrast between her soft skin and the rough red lace so badly, but I had to refrain until I heard her rules.

"S-sorry, Cookie," I stumbled out, "you're just so distracting." What is this woman doing to me, I questioned myself. I had never let someone dominate me, and I certainly didn't stumble over my words.

"As I was saying," she gestured with a flick of her wrist. "My rules are simple. One: Don't touch me unless I say otherwise. Two: Nothing sexual unless I say otherwise. And three: Always do as I say." I suppose she caught my small moment of frustration at rule number two as she lowered her voice, eyes glazing over. "Hopefully we can get past that second rule, but it all depends on how good you can be for me. Can you be my good girl?"

"Yes, Cookie," I spoke without hesitation, drinking her words and letting them coat my throat.

She placed her body on my lap again after turning the music up,. "Rocket" by Beyoncé surrounded the room. She teasingly danced on me, touching herself in places I only dreamed I could. Her hands toyed with the edges of her panties, soon landing in between her legs as she let out a moan of satisfaction. My hands twitched at my sides, anticipating when she'd allow me to get at her body.

If you like you can touch it, baby
You know you wanna touch it, baby

Cookie sang along to this part of the song, grabbing my hands and placing them on her hips. She had ignited something in me, and I could hardly contain my dominance any longer. I pulled her hips into me, and she gasped at what she felt.

I was completely hard from the show she had given me and the confidence that she exuded. Every part of my body was throbbing at this point, and I didn't know how I'd be able to keep it at bay.

Cookie leaned her head back, exposing her neck and chest as her core ground into my dick. It was a glorious feeling, and I was glad she enjoyed it as much as I did.

"May I kiss your neck," I proposed, needing consent for fear that kisses didn't fit into her touching rule. I was thinking of all the things I could do to her body, imagining the scenarios where I'm bending her over the edge of this couch or having her sit on my face as I eat her out all night, but I refrained.

Tonight I'm a good girl, I thought. Her good girl.

"Please, y/n," she begged, voice heavy with desperation. "Please kiss my neck, baby." Her hips were moving crazy on me, and I knew she was chasing her high. I leaned forward, attaching my lips to her neck in a sloppy unchaste manner. I had been dreaming of this for a month, and I was going to fully indulge.