"Do you like what you see?" I ask her.
She nods. "I would like to see more."
"That can be arranged if you ask properly, Button."
She sighs, and I'm not sure if it's because of her growing arousal as she massages her clit, or because my words annoy her. If it's the latter, things may take an unpleasant turn from here on out.
But she catches herself just in time, making sure that she's in my good books by choosing the right words.
"Please, I'd like to see more, Sir."
I smile at her. "Good girl. Very good girl."
The hint of a smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she receives my compliment.
"But I like for things to be fair, tit for tat," I say next. "You'll have to earn it."
Instinct urges her to roll her eyes at me, but she's smart enough to withstand the reflex and opts for a more promising action: slipping out of her thong. I can see it sticking to her center before she pulls it down her legs, treacherous little thing.
She straightens up and continues to touch herself without me having to ask her to. Mischief is underlining the smile she casts at me now.
"Good girl."
"Good girls get rewards."
I nod. "They do."
The smile on her face widens when I expose my erection before her eyes by pulling down the briefs. I quickly step out of them, stroking my length while her hungry gaze rests upon me.
"Get down on your knees."
She doesn't hesitate to obey, sinking down on her knees in an instant, and I take a few steps backwards to put more room between us.
"Now come crawling to me, on all fours."
Her eyes dart up to mine for a split second, asking for confirmation. I bet she has never even thought about crawling in front of a man, naked, with his belt hanging around her neck as if it was her leash. But whatever is going through her head right now, she doesn't give voice to it, instead complying with my wish. She comes crawling up to me, hollowing her back, because she knows her ass looks better this way.
She sits back on her heels once she's reached me, tilting her head back into her neck and looking up at me with expectation, waiting for another command. She's such a quick learner.
I want to give her another order, but instead of leading her verbally, I choose the physical route and lean down to reach for my belt. She mewls when I pull on it, the leather closing around her neck and forcing her to come up on her knees. She opens her mouth just in time to take me in, supporting herself with her hands on my thighs while I pull her forward, forcing my cock between her lips. I let go of the belt, loosening the loop around her neck, and then I place my hand at the back of her head and push her forward until she begins to choke.
"Suck on it," I hiss with urgency. "Show me what a good cock sucker you are."
And then she does. As soon as I let go of her, she takes charges, sucking on my cock as if she's been starving for it. I groan, removing both my hands and letting her continue all on her own. She reaches up with her right hand, her fingers barely touching, as she closes them around my hardness while continuing to suck the hell out of it. Her lips wrap around me with pressure of varying degrees, while her tongue travels along my lower shaft. Her grip around me tightens before she retreats, her eyes resting on my length and girth. And then she looks up at me with adoration.
"I can't wait to have you inside me," she breathes. "Sir."