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“Yeah. Very hot.” She put a hand on her collar, and I watched raptly as she dragged it down her front, between her breasts and lingering on her stomach. “My turn,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Are you turned on right now?”
“Y-yeah. Are you?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice a soft moan, and I thought I’d die. She flicked her gaze back to the one shot glass left standing, and she said, “Let’s play sudden-death style for the last shot.”
“I cannot take another shot.”
“Then don’t lose.” She winked. “You have to do as I say, or take the shot.”
“Um.” My whole body was burning. If she wanted to give medirections,well...
“And if you do what I tell you to, then I take the shot.”
I couldn’t think of a single thing I wouldn’t do if she told me to. “O-okay. Deal.”
“Great. So, let’s see… what should I tell you to do…”
I swallowed, shifting anxiously on the couch cushion. My hand settled high on my own thigh, and I should have moved it somewhere more decent, but I couldn’t make myself. Stella smiled wider.
“Oh, I know,” she said. “Touch yourself.”
Chapter 18
Stella
Allison somehow managed to go even redder, and she swallowed before she said, “S-sorry?”
“Touch yourself,” I said, the words sending a rush through my body. Knowing I had her on a string and she’d do what I told her to waswaytoo fun. Knowing she desperately wanted to touch herself in front of me and would take any shred of permission for it was incredibly sexy. “Do as I say. If you follow all my directions and make yourself come, then I’ll take the shot, and we’ll call the game a draw. What do you say?”
She swallowed, mouth opening and closing, searching for words, before she clamped it shut again, and with just the tiniest little motion, she nodded. Just a fraction of an inch, but she nodded. I was having too much fun to let her have it that easily, though.
“Use your words, Allison.”
“Fuck,” she whispered, not even meaning to say it. “Yes. Okay. Yeah. Okay. I can… do that.”
“Good.” I leaned back on the couch arm. “Take off your jacket.”
“Right. Yeah. Okay.” She did as she was told, slipping it off down her shoulders, and she got flustered when her shirt sleeve bunched up in one jacket sleeve, fussing with it until she got it off, and she draped the jacket over the edge of the table behind her. “Okay,” she said, quietly, looking down at her shirt. “What now?”
“Look at me, Allison.”
“Oh, god,” she murmured, and with great effort, she brought her gaze up to meet mine. I smiled.
“Perfect. How many buttons do you have done up right now?” I counted them—five buttons. I put up five fingers. “Undo your buttons as I put my fingers down.”
“Right. O-okay.” She looked at my fingers, and I clicked my tongue.
“Ah—back here, Allison. I expect you to keep looking at me this whole time. Do you understand?”
“The—the whole time?” she squeaked, and I smiled.
“The whole time. Do you understand?”
“Yes… y-yes, ma’am.” She winced, like she didn’t mean to say it, but honestly, that was hot. Showing me proper deference while she did what I said? I was into it.
“Very good, Allison. Now…” I put a finger down, and she fumbled her top button, her face red as she worked it open clumsily, never taking her eyes off mine. “Good. Keep going.”
“Right. Yes.”
