Page 66 of The Other Side of Paradise
“Ah-ah. You had it right. It’syes, ma’am.”
“Yes… yes, ma’am.” Her voice was shaky now, and I enjoyed watching the way her hips moved, seemingly involuntarily, at the interaction. So she was into that. Good to know. I put down another finger, and she fumbled the next one open, and I counted her down until she was at the last button, her chest heaving, clearly eager to open it, but I hung on, teasing her before I said,
“You want me to put this finger down, don’t you?”
“I… y-yes, ma’am.”
I was way more into that than I thought I’d be. I needed to keep that in mind for the future.Yes, ma’am. I could get used to that. I’d had people try to use this on me before, and it always felt patronizing and icked me out, but Allison said she liked being patronized to a little, so I tried it. “Good girl, Allison.”
“Oh,” she said under her breath, reddening more. So she liked it. Good. I put the last finger down, and a gasp broke free from her throat, and she opened the last button breathlessly.
“Good. Take your shirt off now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The shirt fell on the floor, and she did a great job—didn’t take her eyes off mine for a second. Her big, brown eyes, quivering with want—she was cute like this. She was wearing a sexier bra than I’d have guessed, a black plunging push-up bra with straps crossing over her cleavage and subtle lace floral accents, and shedidhave a perfect pair of breasts. I guess she had been hoping to take off her clothes with a girl tonight.
“Good. Your pants, too, now.”
She unbuttoned them shakily, pulling the zipper down and fussing with the hem, clearly embarrassed to actually pull them down. I smiled wider.
“Off, Allison.”
“Yes—yes. Sorry, ma’am.” She lifted up to slide her pants off underneath her, revealing a matching pair of panties with a cute little ribbon tie at the front. Very cute. Very sexy. She fussed with her pant legs getting them off, and she was breathless by the time she got them onto the floor, hugging herself, blushing furiously. I bit my lip.
“Matching set,” I said, voice low. “Do you always do that, or were you hoping for someone to see tonight?”
“I-I was…” She swallowed.
“Tell me, Allison.”
“Fuck,” she breathed. “I-I was fantasizing about you seeing…”
That wasveryhot. I was so glad she was getting everything she wanted. “Well, now I’m seeing,” I said. “And you’reverypretty in it, Allison…”
I let my gaze drift slowly down over her body, and she whimpered, uncrossing her arms and putting her chest out a little bit, arching her back.
“You have such soft, smooth skin,” I said. “Such nice curves. You look so pretty in your matching underwear.”
“Stella,” she pleaded, her voice small, thin. Seemed like she wasn’t kidding about the praise kink.
I pointedly looked down at her panties, gesturing towards them. “And you did such a good job getting turned on for me like I wanted.”
“Oh, my god,” she whispered, breath catching. “Y-yes, ma’am. Of course…”
“Touch your thighs.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She blushed hotly, but she dropped her hands to her thighs, leaning back against the couch arm and trailing her fingertips over them. Watching her tease herself, fingers closing in towards the edge of her underwear… that was great to see. I moved my own hand to my thigh, brushing my fingertips up along the inside, and when Allison’s gaze broke from mine to watch, I let her have it for a minute before I said,
“Look at me, Allison.”
“Y-yes. Sorry.” Her eyes obediently found mine again, and I smiled.
“Take off your bra now.”
“O-okay. Yes, ma’am.” She hesitated, hands hovering on the bra hooks in the back, but I just smiled wider, and she let out a small, needy noise, undoing the hooks and slipping the bra off.Her breasts fell free, full and round with big, dark nipples, and she crossed her arms in front of them.
“Ah-ah. Let me see.”
“Oh, god.” She bit her lip, looking away briefly and hunched her shoulders, but she did as she was told, dropping her arms and pushing her chest out.Soready to do as she was told. That was so fucking hot.
