Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

In Charge

26

.Carl.

"Layla?" I called as I opened the door to her apartment. No response as I stepped in and closed it behind me. It was oddly quiet in here; I realized the dogs weren't around. Fuck, I panicked as I looked around. She better not have taken them for a walk all by herself.

I breezed into the bedroom and stopped dead in my tracks.

There were candles lit and Childish Gambino was on. Layla was leaning up against the wall, her hair teased up and her makeup dark. Her breasts were pushed up by a black corset, which ended a couple inches above the waistline of the matching panties. The straps from the corset were hooked to the tops of black thigh high stockings. I thought I was going to pass out.

"Hi," she breathed, slowly inching away from the wall.

I watched in stupefied amazement as she sauntered over to me, her gaze predatory.

"I've been waiting for you," she whispered, leaning against me as she ran her hands over my chest.

I gulped, trying to keep my arousal in check. "I'm sorry I'm a little la-"

"Shh," she interrupted, placing a finger to my lips. "Sit down," she commanded, motioning to the bed behind me.

Unable to take my eyes of her, I backed up until I ran into the bed and then fell to a seated position on the edge. I spread my palms out on either side of myself.

She turned around to face her dresser, bending over slightly, and my breathing hitched as I took in the sight of her perfectly round ass above the top of the stockings. I was probably drooling like a dog. Speaking of which...

"Wh- where are the dogs?" I stammered.

She flipped on "Redbone," and the familiar, funky guitar started. The way she started to slowly sway her ass to it, though, made it infinitely sexier. "Stella is watching them tonight," she said, running her hands down her sides as she slowly turned toward me again. "Their mama is going to get a little bossy and intense tonight," she purred, her hands running down between her legs. She closed her eyes and gasped before looking at me again.

I couldn't even think straight.

"She's going to do some things to Daddy that she doesn't want them to see," she breathed as she strutted over to me.

I gulped. I was so hypnotized and completely caught off guard by this.

Layla climbed on my lap, straddling me with her legs. She exhaled and grinned. "Feels like Daddy's ready for it, too."

Fucking hell.

She put her hands on either side of my face, looking me in the eyes with an intimidating intensity. "Now listen," she said sternly. "I am in charge. Do you understand?"

I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out. I nodded, my jaw slack.

She grinned. "Good," she said before putting her hands on my chest and pushing me backward onto the bed. She leaned over me, placing her palms on the mattress on either side of my head.

My senses were overcome with her. "Redbone" was about the sexiest background music for whatever she was doing to me. She smelled so fucking good, and the sight of her was unreal. She bit her lip as her gaze dragged slowly over my face. Her breasts were inches from my mouth. She had herself pressed into my erection, and one slight movement might just make me lose it.

"You're not going to fight me on this, right, baby?" she asked with a devilish grin.

I shook my head slowly, my eyes still wide.

"Ohh, good," she practically moaned. "Cause I really need you."

Jesus.

.....

.Layla.

My little dominatrix act seemed to be doing it for him so far. I fed off of his reaction. The more aroused I felt him become, the more emboldened I felt.

He reached his hands up and grabbed my hips, attempting to grind them into his. I got up on my knees, breaking our contact. He groaned audibly.

"Not so fast, naughty boy," I warned, my lips curling up in a grin.

His face was a mixture of frustration and lust, but he said nothing.

"If you behave yourself, I'm going to give you what you want," I said seductively. "Got it?"

His eyes widened as he nodded.

I reached between us and grabbed him through his pants, making him cry out.

"Ah! Yes," he replied, his breathing heavy. "I got it."

"Good," I smiled. I lowered myself back onto him and began to kiss, lick, and suck all over his neck.

"Oh fuck," he gasped, grabbing at the sheets.

"Put your hands on me," I breathed against his neck.

He grabbed onto my hips and slowly dragged his hands up my sides, making me giggle against him.

"Hey," I snapped, trying not to let him take the control away from me. I gave him a scolding glance and he smirked. I reached down to grab one of his hands and roughly put it on one of my breasts.

Carl gasped, but instinctively started to grope and rub it, moving his other hand up to do the same on the other side.

I closed my eyes and sighed at how good it felt. "Yes, that's it," I breathed. I began to grind against him, making him gasp. "Mmm, you feel so hard already," I said, licking my lips. "I can't wait to sit on it."

"Fuck," was his breathy reply.

I slid down his body to unbuckle his belt and take his pants off. I gasped approvingly at him before I climbed back on top of him, hovering painfully close to his erection.

"Layla, please," he gasped, looking down at the agonizing space between us.

"What do you want, baby?" I cooed.

He gulped, narrowing his eyes at me. "I want you to sit on my dick so I can fuck you."

I couldn't hide the gasp that escaped; hearing him say that made me feel like I'd just won the lottery. I lowered myself onto him as we both moaned. I began to ride him slowly, but picked up momentum as I listened to his satisfied grunts. It felt really fucking good for me too, and before long, both of us were crying out as we fell over the edge.

I collapsed onto his chest, both of us breathing heavily.

"Holy shit," Carl mumbled between breaths.

I sat back up, smirking at him as I pushed my hair back. "Are you done thinking of me as a porcelain doll?" I asked him.

He half laughed. "Uh, yeah."

I screamed internally as I grinned at him. "Good. Because if you don't mind, I would prefer you be in charge again next time." I leaned in close to his face. "You fuck so much harder than I can."

He wrapped his arm around my waist and flipped me over as I giggled and shrieked. I guess we were already ready for "next time."

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