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"Oh, Maya...I thought you were going to be good for me tonight..."
Maya glares at you over her shoulder as she takes in your disappointed tone and look on your face. She was supposed to be good; that was the promise. The deal. But she doesn't like it, being good, that is.
She'd rather be a little brat and get her way.
A sudden hiss escapes through her clenched teeth as you sink your fingers into her hips and pull her back towards you. You're playing a dangerous game, of course. Teetering Maya on the edge of discipline and reward.
You helped yourself to her things when you know, Maya Mason doesn't like to share. Not even when it comes to you.
Her eyes burn into your face before she has to look away; the cramping in her neck is not worth it any longer. She doesn't take this as a sign of defeat; just a place of recharging until she needs to use her energies for something worth arguing about.
Your fingers loosen because she's looked away and seems to settle down. It feels like you're holding her by the scruff of her neck.
"Good Boy."
You feel the muscle in her leg twitch against your leg; watch as her arms almost buckle underneath her weight. You're not even inside of her yet but your words alone hold power over her.
Good.
"Do you remember what I told you?"
There's silence for a split second until you hear Maya huff under her breath and gently clear her throat to muster a 'yes'.
"And what was that?"
Silence again because you know you're making her repeat the words that caused her to moan in the back of the Uber days ago. She had almost pummeled you then for being so brazen in public despite the public not caring. You had doubted that was the most obscene thing the driver had heard but for Maya, it was almost too much for someone else to see her that way.
Not in control and begging for it.
"If I'm...good and make you cum, you'll treat me right."
"There was a word after good, Maya..."
A slight turn of her head so that you can see the side of her face. Her eyes are pinpoint as they recall the word even though she knows it now.
"Boy."
"That's it. See? You can be a Good Boy when you want to and, I don't go back on my word. You did make me cum. A lot, actually...you saw it...felt it; I made you clean it all up with your tongue."
It was like pulling a trigger. One second Maya was complacent on her hands and knees and the next, she was almost half turned around and trying to lunge at you. Trying to take control of you and the situation. She wanted to be the one about to fuck your brains out and make you pay for all the teasing and degradation.
She should have made you clean up your own mess that night after the Uber drive.
Your fingers press even deeper and you pull her body back hard. The tip of Maya's toy, snug around your waist in her harness, prods at the opening of her pussy. It's almost enough to make her stop.
But she's misbehaving and being a brat.
Before she can reach around and pull the toy out from the o-ring, catching a quick glimpse of her Labubu charm-adorned nails, your right hand flies upwards. A hard, loud smack fills the air between you as you feel the heat on your palm, and no doubt, Maya feels the sting on her right ass cheek from the impact.
Maya folds forward; falling onto her forearms.
"Oh Maya, we talked about this before and you're still not listening...we don't try to rip people's straps off especially when they're about to fuck you senseless!"
She's moaning with her face pressed into her bed as one, two, three more smacks rain down onto her already tender skin.
You can't help it; the need to discipline such a brat.
"I think there's only one way of doing things that's going to make you behave. You'll do as I say because I know deep down, you like being a Good Boy for me."
And she does behave, for a second or two because she wants what she's about to get just a little more than the need to be in control. She wants to slip into this role of taking whatever you'll throw at her.
You use your fingers to rub at her swollen folds; a V shape with your pointer and middle as you rub her up and down. Back and forth. She's basically rutting against your fingers before you change course and slip your pointer inside of her. Nice and wet and ready.
"You're being so good, already wet for me..."
You coax out another strangled moan and a push back of her hips that doesn't meet your fingers or your hand but rather, her strap at the base of her opening.
"That's it, Maya, you help yourself...being so good for me after you've calmed down. See? It's not all bad. You get your own cock from me to fill you up."
You can feel something shift within her again, the need to act up but you know the feeling of you entering her inch by inch over weighs such instincts. You laugh under your breath and you hear her swear under hers.
You allow her to move against you; a reward for obeying. You know she's aware of this as she takes what she can get in such a fury you wonder if she's afraid you'll take it all away from her in an instant.
Because you can and you would.
You keep your grip on her still even as you fold forward onto her back to get a little closer and sink into her just a little deeper. You feel her legs try to hold yours as she steadies herself to keep rocking. Hot, wet kisses litter her back and waist; more tiny little rewards to keep her pacified.
It could all fizzle in an instant with Maya's temper and the need to be in control. But for now, you give her some sense of freedom. A lengthening of the leash.
You can barely make out the words she's mumbling as you press deeper into her; pushing her so far down that she barely moves herself against you now. You can't automatically assume she's given in; rolled herself over in submission.
You know Maya Mason can turn on a goddamn fucking dime.
And of course, as if she's read your mind, she shifts herself ever so slightly in such a way where she's trying to use her leg to push yours. She's trying to knock you off balance and claim her power.
The whine that fills the room as you fully pull out from her sends shivers down your spine but you can't help the grin that forms on your face as you watch her slump defeated onto the bed.
Your hand moves instinctively down to your hard cock; pumping the shaft that's coated and slick from Maya. The silicone is still warm in your palm. Your words however, fall out of your mouth like shards of ice.
"Maya. If you don't behave I'm gonna have to pound my cock into you harder...you don't want that, do you, Babe?"
But you barely finish your sentence before you hear her breathing hard and begging under her breath. Tiny little 'yeses' and 'pleases' muffle into the bed and against the sheets. She's ruined already but wants to go beyond the point of no return.
You sit patiently with no attempt to make the first move. It's all up to her now and how badly she needs you, how badly she wants to be a good boy for you. Slowly. purposefully, she pushes herself back up onto all fours before she sinks back onto her knees. You can tell she's still trying to catch her breath and gain some sort of composure before she turns herself to face you.
Her gaze instantly travels down between your legs and stays there; watching as you stroke yourself off.
That is until, she crawls closer and wraps her own hand around you to take over. Hard and fast; jerking the silicone towards her as she lifts herself up ever so slightly to get closer, climb up onto your lap as she helps herself. You allow her, of course, because you know she can't deny wanting to be fucked harder as her punishment for being bad.
She takes it before you can give it to her yourself; taking your cock once again fully inside of herself as she sighs and tosses you one of those wicked smiles when she knows she's got the upper hand.
"I think..."
She starts as she wraps her arms around your neck to anchor herself as she slams her lower body down onto you, onto your cock. You feel your breath catch in your throat as she doesn't dare stop. She's been saving all her energy for this.
"...being fucked harder is the best punishment..."
Her left hand slips away from your neck and in one fluid motion, she's using it to push your chest to make you fall backwards onto the bed. She's climbing on top of you, locking her legs against yours as she straddles you. You try to push yourself up; try to grab at her but she's got her hands all over your chest to keep you down as she fucks herself.
"...when I'm the one on top of you, taking what I want."