Page 67 of The Other Side of Paradise
“Look how pretty they are,” I said. “So soft… and you’re so good at doing what I tell you to. You’re doing so well, Allison.”
“Th-thank you, ma’am.”
“Do you like playing with your nipples?”
She moaned softly, nodding.
“Use your words.”
“I-I do. I like playing with… with my nipples.”
“Good girl. Keep looking at me while you play with them, then.”
Once again, she did as she was told, meeting my gaze while she took her nipples between her thumb and forefinger on either hand, breathing harder as she started rolling her thumbs softly against them. I bit my lip.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I said. “You’ll really do whatever I tell you, won’t you?”
“I-I mean. Yes. Whatever you want. Anything, really, I mean…” She moaned softly, picking up the pace playing with her nipples, and I was genuinely gettingsoturned on. I thought I’d just direct her to get off and call it a day, but I guess I was a control freak, because I was getting so wet I probably should have been worrying about the couch cushions.
“I love how obedient you are,” I said, voice low. “Allison?”
“Yes?” She looked back into my eyes, blushing harder when she did, and I could tell from the movement in her body how much it turned her on making eye contact while she did it. I bit my lip.
“Take off your panties.”
“Oh, fuck. Are—are you… are you s-sure?” she said, voice quivering, and I gestured to the end table.
“If you don’t want to do it, you can take the shot. But if you want me to take the shot… take off your panties.”
“Oh, god.” She hesitated, her fingers under the band of her panties, and she flicked her gaze down to her legs before looking back up at me. “Is it really okay?”
I bit my lip harder. “Do as I say, Allison. Panties, floor.”
“Oh my fucking god.” She pulled them down slowly, lifting up to get them out from under her, and she hesitated before pulling them off from her center, looking away as she did. I let her have it, for now, my gaze roaming over her body as she bared herself, thighs squeezed together as she slipped her panties down off one ankle and then the other, dropping them on the floor.
“Look at me,” I said, and she met my gaze, her breathing shallow. “Spread your legs wider.”
“Yes, ma’am…” She spoke in a small, reverent breath now, opening her legs. Not nearly wide enough.
“Wider.”
“Oh, god. Yes…” She spread them wider, leaning back against the cushions, one leg pressed against the back of the couch and the other draped over the front. God, she really would do whatever I said. I’d never realized it would be this fucking hot to take control.
I put a hand on her calf, the one pressed against the back of the couch, and she gasped, breaking off into a small moan as I moved her leg, lifting it up and over the back of the couch to spread her open wider. “There we go,” I said. “Lie back further. Get comfortable. This is where you’re going to play with your pretty body until you dosucha good job and come for me, so make sure you’re comfortable, okay, Allison?”
“Yes—yes, ma’am. Okay, ma’am.” She settled back further against the couch arm, looking down along her body and at me on the other side of the couch, and I leaned back, spreading my legs too, my calf on the floor brushing hers. She could probably see the stain on my panties at this point, but I was sure she’d like it.
She did say she likedveryspecific directions. Painstakingly specific. I could do that. “Allison,” I said, and when she drew in a quick breath by way of acknowledgement, I held up a hand with my index finger extended, and I said, “Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to take one finger, and you’re going to move it slowly up along your pussy. Okay? Can you do that?”
“I-I can… yes, ma’am.” She mirrored my hand with hers shakily, and she closed her eyes with a soft moan as she dragged her finger up along her shape. It wasn’t like I was into… well, pussy, but it wasverynice seeing her quiver with pleasure when she touched herself, doing just as I said.
“Good. Look how well you’re doing! Now, one more time, do it again.”
She followed my orders, holding breathless eye contact with me the whole time, and again, and again. I smiled encouragingly.
“Good girl, Allison! You do such a good job following directions. Now, do it again with two fingers this time,” I said, putting up my hand with two fingers extended. “Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she gasped, following orders. She moaned softly as she did, and I caressed my fingers along where her calf was slung over the back of the couch.
