Page 480 of S is for SEX

I pursed my lips.

“Off, now,” I scrunched my brow.

She shook her head and rolled her nipples in between her thumbs and index fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and shook it from side to side lightly and moaned. Her string straight black hair fell down onto the machine.

“That’s it, you little fucker,” I barked as I pulled her toward the front of the machine.

She opened her eyes and looked puzzled.

“Permission, Kelli. We’re back to asking for permission, do you understand me?” I asked.

“Sir?” she questioned.

“Fucking permission. For orgasms. You’re going to have to get permission to have one,” I said as I placed a hand on the inside of each of her knees. I pressed her inner knees and spread her legs apart.

“Let go of your nipples and hold your legs apart, Kelli,” I demanded.

“I can just hold them…” she said.

“Let go of your nipples, Kelli. Grab your knees and hold your legs apart. Do you understand me?” I asked in a low serious tone.

“Yes sir,” she answered as she lowered her hands and cupped her knees in her palms.

“Do it, pull them apart for me,” I said.

She spread her legs wider. As she did, her wet pussy glistened and opened slightly. She was clearly already very aroused.

“Do not move for any fucking reason, Kelli,” I said as I turned to walk into the kitchen.

“Understand?” I asked over my shoulder as I walked through the door into the kitchen.

“Yes,” she paused.

“Yes sir,” she half stuttered, her breasts shaking as the washing machine shook.

I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I opened the vegetable drawer and pulled out the sack with the jalapeno peppers in it. I reached into the sack and pulled out one of the peppers. I thought for a fraction of a second and gripped the pepper in my left hand. I squeezed the pepper in between my fingers and crushed it. I rubbed my fingers on the outside of the pepper for a second and tossed it into the sink.

I walked back into the laundry room and stopped in front of Kelli. Her breasts shook as the machine wiggled from side to side.

“Did you move?” I asked.

“No sir, you told me to sit here with my legs spread,” she responded in a matter of fact tone.

‘That’s a good girl. And what do you do when I tell you to do something?” I asked.

“I do it,” she responded.

“Yes, baby girl. Yes, you do,” I stated.

“You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” I asked.

She shook her head side to side frantically.

“No sir, never,” she said sharply.

“Ever?” I asked.

“No. Never,” she said.

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