Did You Think I Wouldn't Notice You? PART 2
You nervously await your fate, the coolness of the yogurt contrasting against your heated skin. She takes her first bite, the fruits bursting between her lips, juices running down her glistening chin. Your stomach churns from anticipation and fear as she finishes the dish with ease, licking her lips clean. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to find any sign of escape, but there's nowhere to hide from her piercing gaze.
A Taste of Submission
She smirks, pushing the empty bowl away and leaning back in her chair, her towering figure casting a shadow over you. "Not bad," she purrs, running a fingers along your quivering jawline. "But I think there's still room for one more course."
Your heart races as she stands up, the room seeming to shrink around her. She steps closer, her warm breath fanning across your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lifts you onto the table, spreading your trembling limbs wide. You feel vulnerable and exposed under her gaze, but there's an undeniable thrill coursing through your veins. This is what you've been craving - this intense power dynamic, the rush of being completely at her mercy.
Whipped Cream and Strawberry Jam
She watches you with hooded eyes, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "You know," she muses, running her fingers along your chest, "I think I'll start with your lips." She dips a spoon into the whipped cream, watching as it swirls around. "Open wide," she commands, and you obey without hesitation. The cool cream fills your mouth, sweet and rich, and you can't help but moan around the spoonful. She chuckles darkly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Next, she scoops up a dollop of strawberry jam and smears it across your chest, tracing slow, teasing circles around your nipples. You gasp as the warmth of her fingers sends shockwaves through your body. "Mmm," she hums, licking her fingers clean. "It tastes even better than I imagined."
Conclusion
The tension is palpable as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "You've been such a good little sub," she whispers, running her tongue along your earlobe. "I think you deserve a reward." With that, she scoops you up in her arms and carries you to the bedroom, the promise of ecstasy and submission hanging heavy in the air.
As the door closes behind you, you can't help but wonder what she has in store next. Will she let you taste her sweetness, or will you be consumed by her power? One thing's for sure - you're hers for the taking, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
