The bottle of the lube was left on the nightstand. I knew what that meant for tonight…
He will tell me to strip and stand completely still, expecting my eyes to stay down, my body to remain still. Questions or mumbles will be met with silence and his own stillness. He will wait me out and begin again once I discipline my body and mind. For him.
I know he will inspect my body for a forgotten step. Looking to see if I properly prepared for the night ahead. Showered, shaved, and full of anticipation, I will be ready for him and give him no reason to delay my (our) pleasure longer than necessary.
But he will find a reason. Some imperceptible flaws or mistakes. It’s part of this kinky game we play. Once he “finds” it, that’s when the real fun will begin.
Will he push me onto the bed, forcing my head down and my bare ass up for painful smacks before sinking two lubed fingers into my pussy? Or will he silently kick my feet apart, and methodically lube my cunt in silence? An unspoken reminder that my pleasure is at the will of his own? Will his fingers spread my lips apart, his thumb grazing my clit as if by accident? Will he pretend he doesn’t notice the heat flooding my body, the wetness mixing with the lubricant?
I know this game all too well. No matter what position he chooses, he’ll wait. For me to tremble, for the barest moan of pleasure to escape my lips, for the moment I drop my pretense of composure. When I do, he’ll pinch my nipple, smack my ass, tap my cheek, and demand, “Who are you, girl?”
I will try to answer, “Yours, Sir.” Truly, I will. But I’ll stumble around my words. Because that methodical application of lube will take on devious intent. His fingers will move faster or deeper or with more pressure. He will want to distract me. We both want me to lose this game.
Because once I do, we both win. Whether he fingers my clit while smacking my ass, sinks his cock balls-deep, or forces orgasm after orgasm out of my soaked cunt, this game we play always has two winners.
This story was written from a prompt available through the Obscene Ideas 31 Days of Erotic Fiction prompt book. Click the badge above to visit the Obscene Ideas website and have a look around!
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Unfff, delicious 🤤
Now that certainly sounds like my kind of game