It's always fun to tease him and mock him for having to keep a straight face in public all the time.
Niall, "the cute one", was the worst of them all.
"Sorry, I think I misheard.", he groans, before he angrily throws his controller away. He lost his virtual soccer match again. "How are you supposed to call me?"
"I'm deepl sorry, Sir.", you repeat and roll your eyes. How much of the stuff do you have to inhale to get high? And what effects will it have on you? Will it make you giggly like all beginners or just tired? Or will it make you a little aggressive and grumpy, like it does with Niall now?
"Good girl.", he praises you. "Come here. I'll reward you again."
"No, Niall.", you say. "It hurts down there."
"But babe", he sighs and pouts, "this time I really need it. I'm a little frustrated, you see. And we should end the day we the way we started it, don't you agree?"
"Niall.", you repeat. Seeing his face and the bulge in his sweatpants, knowing he'd give all he' got again, you realise you'd love to, but you just can't imagine that it will be good after you've gotten so sensitive. "I would, but don't you think it's enough?"
"Well I can't ever get enough of you.", he says with a smile. "But if you don't want to, I'll accept your decision."
He's serious about that, another reason for why you love him so much. No means no, it always did, and in terms of sex, your safeword had always kept you from any kinds of border crossing, too.
But if you think about it now, you do want it. Maybe that's the effect the bit of weed has on you. It makes you horny even if this should be physically impossible by now.
"Well-", you then begin in a playful tone, catching his attention right away, "I guess you have to force me." You pout and flutter your lashes at him so he knows what you mean. He gets the hint, of course he does, and joins in.
"Do I have to?", he asks in a suitably playful voice, too. "Does Daddy have to force you?"
You just shrug as if you didn't know that he wouldn't have to force you, but you'd sure let him act like he would, for the sake of your pleasure. He often told you how grateful he was for having found a girl that's probably even kinkier than himself.
"Well then I'll have to be a little stricter with you, young lady.", he chuckles and grabs you by your neck, making you stand up. "I told you I'll fuck you once more and I stick to my words."
"But it's gonna hurt so baaaad.", you fake complain to tease him even more.
"I couldn't care less.", he groans and pulls you to the bedroom, where he shoves you on the bed, making you bend over.
You stick out your ass and he doesn't hestitate to pull down your pyjama pants and bring his flat hand down in a hard slap, knowing how much you love it when he spanks you.
