Power & Control

He's got Power over me.
But I've got Control over him.

"Do you think it's funny what you did? Moaning into the mic, taunting me?" His hot breath was fanning over my face. His tanned skin was flustered, still glistening with a coat of sweat. His body was flush to mine, trapping me against the cold wall. Puzzled, I looked up at him.

"What? You think I did it on purpose? It's part of the song." I bitterly laughed, but he wasn't amused. His grip on my wrists tightened as he pressed them harder against the wall over my head.

"Look down, princess. Look at what you've done to me." Shocked and utterly confused over his demand, I did what he hold me to and looked down the sliver of space between our bodies, my eyes instantly landing on the bump at the front of his dark skinny jeans. My mouth parted, my heart thumping in my chest. With a shaky breath, I tore my gaze from his very obvious boner and looked up at him in shock.

"See how hard your little trick made me? Is this what you wanted?" He taunted, though I refused to stay there, caged between him and the wall without saying anything back at him.

"Can't control yourself, pretty boy? If it's that easy to make you hard, I bet it would be even easier to make you cum." I was aiming for my words to have a completely different effect on him than what they did. I hoped he'd feel embarrassed and walk away, but I was once again proven wrong when it came to him. Bringing one of my hands down, he led it with his between us and to his crotch, pressing it there.

"If you wanna know so bad, do it. Make me cum."

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