Liz #2
She looked up at me, the question clear in her eyes. She’s expecting me to send her away again. So, with gentle hands, I pulled her up and brought her lips close enough to hover over mine.
“I'm going to give you three minutes. When I walk into your room, I want you naked in the middle of your bed with your favorite vibrator on your clit. Don't you dare come without me.”
Her sharp intake of breath had excitement rushing up my spine.
I placed the smallest kiss on her lips and whispered, “Go.”
She stepped away, looking at me with the kind of hunger I knew could only be satisfied by me fucking the life out of her.
I watched as she hurried to the room, trying not to seem too eager, but I could tell she had a pep in her step.
My eyes went to the table, and to the meal I’d made for us, likely cold now. The horrible memories came unbidden.
You can't cook to save your life.
This tastes like shit.
Can’t you do one thing right?
You don't even do anything! How hard can it be to get dinner on the table on time?
Night after night, he always had something to say about my cooking, to the point where meals became a source of anxiety for me. I dreaded it. And that dread became a part of my life. Of who I was.
Not anymore.
Pushing myself off the table, I had a one-track mind. And honestly, who actually gave a fuck if the food was cold?
Because I fucking didn’t.
I walked through the apartment completely naked and with my head held high. I had never felt more beautiful. The door to Jax’s room was open, and she was exactly where I wanted her.
Leaning against the doorframe, I watched as Jax lay on the bed, all the way back against the headboard, her legs spread for me and a bulbous head vibrator between them.
One hand was keeping the toy steady, the other was buried in the pillow, her face twisted in a sort of painful pleasure as she tried not to come.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, so I took my time taking in the magnificent sight of her naked. Tattoos spread all over her body, even over her small breasts. The hair on her cunt was nicely trimmed, giving me a perfect view of her weeping entrance.
I licked my lips, wondering how she would taste.
“Please,” she panted, looking at me through hooded eyes, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each gasp and moan that fell from her lips.
“Such a beautiful sight, baby girl. But you're missing something, aren't you?”
“Please, Mommy, let me come.”
I waited a few seconds longer. Heat rose in me, and I could feel her pleasure as if it were my own.
“Oh God.”
I walked toward the end of the bed, pausing just before I crawled onto it, my eyes never leaving her.
“Don't you dare come yet.”
“But—”
I leaned to the side, my lips brushing her inner thigh. Without warning, I gave it a small nip.
She yelped and jerked forward.
“Were you going to talk back?” Jax shook her head. “That's what I thought. Bend your leg.”
I placed a kiss on her thigh when she listened.
“Good girl. Now remember, you can't come until I say so. Tell me how this feels.”
Slowly, I teased her entrance with my fingertips before inserting two fingers into her and pumping them.
“So good. Fuck! Mommy, it feels so good.”
“Am I treating you well?”
“So well,” she moaned as her cunt squeezed my fingers. “I don't deserve it.”
Something about her words struck me. They made me feel like she was talking about more than us right at that moment. And I couldn’t let her feel that way.
“But you've been such a good girl for me, haven't you?” I rewarded her by going faster. “And good girls deserve their pleasure, don't they?”
Her hips bucked against me. She was so close—I could feel it in the way her cunt gripped my fingers.
So I fucked her harder. The sounds her pussy was making were almost as sweet as the ones coming out of her mouth.
“I—”
“Tell me you deserve this,” I ordered.
“Mommy—”
“Tell me you deserve it, and I'll let you come.”
Sweat was rolling down her neck and chest. Her legs had fallen over to give me unrestricted access. Her entire body froze.
She’s coming.
Not a single sound came from her mouth, and then it was like a tidal wave. I could come myself with the way my title sounded on her lips alone.
“Mommy.”
Her cunt pulsed around my fingers, the muscles in her neck were taut, and her body twisted and turned as she rode out her orgasm.
And when it was over, she slumped down on the bed, eyes looking at me.
Waiting.
“Well… It seems we can finally get to that punishment now, can't we?”
Her eyes lit up, but there was a part of me that felt that even though she did deserve the punishment, right now was not the time. The way she walked in, how her whole body was slumped—there was something more going on, and right now she needed to be loved, not punished.
“But we’ll leave that for a different time. Shall we get you cleaned up and have some dinner?”
I pulled my fingers from her and leaned forward so I could pull her face to mine. I hesitated for a moment before pushing away every other thing in my mind and kissed her. It was a sweet, little kiss that felt more vulnerable than any other thing we had done.
“But I… I want it.”
“And you’ll have it,” I said, slowly running my hand down her face, neck, shoulder, and arm until I could thread my fingers through hers. “But I want to make it worth the wait, and… I can tell you need something else right now.”
She looked conflicted but nodded after a while.
“Do you want me to help you clean up, or would you rather I give you some time and go heat up the food?”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
“Some time, please,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
I leaned down and placed another kiss on her lips before smiling and getting out of bed, making a point to slowly and carefully close the door behind me to show her I wasn’t mad that she was requesting some alone time.
After getting my clothes back on, I got to work heating up the food and resetting the table. It wasn’t long until she showed up in fresh house clothes with her hair still wet from the shower.
I motioned for her to sit down at the table, her plate already ready for her.
It was a simple dinner. One I had prepared a thousand times in my lifetime. Roasted vegetables, chicken breast I’d found in her fridge, a small side of rice for carbs, and a bit of fruit.
But when she looked at it, it had me worried I hadn’t put enough effort into it. That maybe I should have spent a little more time making it better for her. After all, I was trying to impress her… right?
“Do you not like—”
“No!” she said quickly and picked up her silverware. “It’s not that. I just haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a long time.”
I tilted my head to the side. “Your girlfriends never cooked for you? Or are you usually the one cooking?”