Carl was bending…and that was one of the things that Jamie loved. The look on his face, the flashes of apprehension of being touched by a woman that saw him as little more than a sex toy...she absolutely craved that sort of thing when she topped a top. She didn’t want to break him…just bring him down a couple of notches so that he could see what life on the other side was like. Hmmm…but perhaps Carl would need Jamie to be a little more of a bottom in order to give him that final nudge towards release. The blonde got off on pleasing her partner and overloading them with so much pleasure that they didn’t know whether to beg her to stop or beg her to continue. So while she didn’t particularly want Carl to cum on her, it would be an excellent excuse to punish him later and –really- torture him with pleasure.<br/><br/>“Oh come on now Carl…I -do- want you to cum. I just don’t want you to cum on me. Or can you not hear me down there? I think you have some selective hearing because part of you secretly wants to be punished.” Jamie smiled sweetly down at him, it was about time she did something about this distance between them in order to give him another push towards his orgasm. Without stopping the swift, light, pumping motion of her left hand, Jamie untangled her legs and moved so that she could lay down next to the struggling soccer player. She curled up next to him, actually enjoying how his muscled body felt against her much curvier one. Purposefully she pressed the large mounds of her breasts into his ribcage while she tilted her head upwards to whisper into his ear.<br/><br/>“Would you like cum inside of me Carl? Would that help?” Jamie nipped at his earlobe teasingly. “But that may be against the rules. Mmm…still, nice to think about though huh? I wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to.” Jamie grinned wickedly, though her smile was hidden from his view due to her position.<br/><br/>Oh yes, she was –that- cruel that she was going to tempt Carl with the idea of just blowing this entire contest right now and completely ravishing her.<br/><br/>The little switch between Dom and almost-Sub flipped inside of her rather easily…at least when given the proper motivation. The little flash of apprehension she had seen in his eyes and the way he had so subtley squirmed under her hardened gaze was all the motivation she needed to reciprocate, accommodate, and bend. Jamie liked to bend every once in awhile; even though she had never truly submitted before. And now her mind began rapidly to flicker with images and positions, trying to find a submissive fantasy to hold onto and  help carry her away into a less dominating state of mind before time ran out.<br/><br/><i>On your hands and knees with Carl thrusting into you from behind? No…then he can’t see your breasts.</i>Jamie scrolled through the images in her head, flipping past them with a frantic sort of speed before her resolve to let anyone see her in a submissive position left her. Subbing was scary…but she wanted to try, if for no other reason than to make Carl cum so she could punish him later.<i>Riding his lap? Ehhh…too much boob, not enough getting to see your pussy. Missionary?</i>The view wasn’t bad….Carl would be able to see himself plunging into her tight sex, would get to see the way her large breasts bounced every time he thrust into her.<i>Oh come on! Is that seriously the best you can do!?!? This is Bondage Club!</i><br/><br/>The image in her head adjusted, ropes finding their way into the composition. The picture of herself in her mind’s eye now included a very naked Jamie, on the table in the center of this very room with her wrists bound to her ankles. Totally splayed open and vulnerable, it was a perfectly submissive fantasy for her to latch onto.<i>Much better!</i><br/><br/>Had it been three minutes? Because she was all set to absolutely torture Carl for as long as she could by flipping their power dynamic around.<br/><br/>“I prefer to be bound…not spanked. Think you could do that for me Carl? Just rip my clothes off of me...and throw me down onto that table. Show the other boys how it’s done by topping a top. We could do it right here…right now…” Jamie’s heart rate began to spike at the thought of being bound, helpless, and on display. The thought was so alluring…to let go for once... And as she got lost in the fantasy, the speed of her hand grew quicker. The Dom in her that wanted to make her Sub cry out in pleasure and the Pet in her that wanted to please her Master collided and she pulled out all the stops. Her light grasp around his cock sped up it’s pace, totally devoted to bring Carl to orgasm now rather than just teasing and stringing him along. She alternated between the swift jerks, fluttering her fingers against the underside, and circling and sweeping her thumb around the bulbous head of his twitching member, trying to find a combination and grasp that he especially liked as she tried to drown him in her fantasy with her.<br/><br/>“Mmm…you’ll probably have to tie me down. Bind my wrists to my ankles so that I’m helpless to do anything other than beg your cock.” Jamie’s breaths were becoming ragged pants in his ear, partly because of the stress on her arm and partly because she was stupid enough to turn herself on by revealing one of her hidden fantasies to him. The image in her head seemed to burn brighter. A light flush came to her cheeks and her body felt like it was on fire. She squirmed slightly against him, trying to ride the inseam of her jeans to take the edge off just a little bit...but it was no use.<br/><br/>“Fuck me Carl…please…just tie me up and just fuck me until I scream…” a soft, lusty whimper snuck it’s way out of her throat, her final words coated in a sweet little mewl. Where the hell had -that- come from?! She didn't whimper! What the fuck?! Beg to get what she wanted sure...whimper and mewl like a cat in heat...no...Jamie didn't do that. As far as plans went, driving Carl up a wall had seemed like a good one on the time…at least until now, with heat blossoming between her legs, her skin feeling unbearably hot, and the horrible realization that she would actually prefer it if Carl –did- get cum onto her hand so that she had every excuse to ride him to take the ache at her core away.