A Dangerous Sub (gxg)

Twelve

"I'm going to kiss you now, if you're not comfortable with me doing so I want you to indicate,"

"No, please. I want you too,"

A tepid mouth glided unto her lips while strong hands held her small waist, they secured her to the woman, their faces dipped against the other. Hungry tongues stroked, tasted, flicked. It was a blissful experience kissing each other, so much so that Amberle allowed her lips to devour Joslyn's with the same vigour and burning desire the woman exuded. The way she'd tug on the girl's lower lip had her stomach pulling tight, a desire to be held and touched burned inside of her.

Breaking their mouths apart, Amberle regarded the need on the older woman face; hooding her delectable face was a discernible lust. She felt it in the way the woman held her firmly, pressing their bodies together, her breaths were uneven and if that didn't suffice in portraying her arousal, fuck me eyes twinkled and Amberle couldn't help but feel proud over being the one who incited the strong desire. But was she going to do it?

"Why did you stop?" Amber asked, her lids lowered as she regarded the woman's lips. Joslyn smiled down at her. "Weren't you the one who was afraid of me a while ago?"

"I'm not afraid of you,"

The older woman smirked. "Then what is it?"

"Infatuation, I think. It's no secret that I find you appealing," She confessed and Joslyn grinned.

"I didn't know you felt those things, is that why ran away because it was so strange?"

"You got jokes, old lady," she mocked, low-key enjoying the leer she received from Joslyn.

Pushing a few strands of hair away from her face, Amberle tried leaning in to kiss the woman again but she pulled away. Combing her fingers into her hair, she grabbed a fist full. Amberle gasped. Carefully the woman led her into the direction of a wall that separated the living room area from the kitchen. She thought of having a little fun with the girl while she could.

Inside the pocket of her dress slacks, Joslyn pulled out a coin, placing it against the wall she steered Amberle's head there, stopping only a few inches away.

"We'll work on your inability to follow basic instructions," she said, still hovering the girl's face to the wall.

"You're to keep this coin in place with the tip of your nose until I say otherwise. I know it sounds silly but you'll come to realize what qualities you lack standing here, with nothing but your thoughts. You're to keep your hands away from the wall, understood?"

"Yes ma'am," She said wincing as Jos tugged her hair.

"Good girl, now don't move," the woman placed her nose onto the coin and backed away. Walking over to the couch she took a seat in a comfortable position so she'd be able to see Amberle while resting her back. The possibility of the brunette standing there longer than ten minutes was a high expectation—the blonde didn't believe Amberle had that much discipline.

Amberle was a tough case to deal with but Joslyn knew just how to tame the wildness within her without even touching her. "How long do you think you can stand there like that?" She asked admiring her back.

"I don't know, you tell me,"

The woman smiled. "An hour, maybe."

"Are you serious? I can't stand here for an hour." Amberle fussed and Joslyn snickered.

"Fine, an hour and a half it is,"

The coin fell to the floor when Amberle fumbled. She turned to the woman, her eyes wide but Joslyn was amused rather than upset.

Getting up from the couch she made her way to the wall, retrieving the coin, flipping it into the air. "Not even a solid 3 minutes you didn't last so tell me, what should I do with you now?"

"You distracted me so I'd make the coin fall," Amberle stressed pointing her finger out at the woman. It was obvious the girl learned nothing, not even the obvious hints. She had a problem, she was easily distracted and had difficulty following through with things. Was it willful? Joslyn felt like it was.

"You have no proof of that, all I did was ask you the time frame your punishment should last."

"Yes and that was the distraction."

"Give me your phone," Jos instructed in a monotone.

The girl tittered. "No,"

"Don't make it hard on yourself, give me your phone."

"This is the one thing I own right now and I'm not about to just give it up."

Carefully pinning her against the wall, the woman's hands roamed the girl's body in search of the phone. She rubbed her thighs, her movements slow, precise, it's not that she didn't know where a pocket was located, she only wanted to tease the girl, invoke a certain degree of excitement. Amberle stopped fidgeting to her satisfaction, standing still as the slender hand dragged between her inner thighs. Although she was wearing jeans the woman felt the girl's warmth against her palm.

Reaching into the pocket located behind her, Joslyn pulled out her phone, patting her rear afterwards the girl gasped. Leaning forward so their lips were merely inches apart, Amberle stared at the woman.

"Thank you," Joslyn whispered and pecked her on the lips. She stepped away from her.

"This phone now belongs to me."