<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bt3K5ZPHsxU/TS-EGTXXTUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LMVoLAnwSc0/s800/5208072646_1b589def37_b.jpg)</div>A low growl comes frothing up, starting in the pit of my stomach and forcing its way through. I've noticed that happens a lot when I'm with you.<br/><br/>Desire wells up in a surreptitious wave, reaching its zenith so quickly that I can do nothing to stop it. Sometimes, I wonder if I would even care to try.<br/><br/>"You're bad..." The words are soft but that did little to undermine their menace. Indeed, in many ways, I've come to understand that volume is not entirely necessary to make a point. Certainly not when the people in conversation are so tightly entwined that they're breathing the same three inch pocket of air.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't put it past you to have made me wait." My dick throbs in your clutches, almost as if it approves of the underhandedness. As is the case with most men in power, I can't help but be drawn to the rebel. The thrill of taming her-  taming you - is simply beyond compare.<br/><br/><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2017/08/14/620/18201393.gif)</div></div></div>And so I begin work towards it, deftly sneaking my fingers beneath your clothing to rile up that clit which has always been ever so keen to betray its owner. Torturous little circles descend upon your most sensitive bit of flesh even as I tilt my head and take your own own, slowly but surely shifting the balance of power.<br/><br/>Sure, you may have an iron grip on my shaft and that should tell you how unbearably aroused I am - it really was so hard that it was liable to burst - but I've had lots of practice functioning under such duress. In fact, the only one I love to tease more than my slut is myself. I know that the more I hold out, the greater the payoff, and after that blinding moment of self-discovery, I've never been satisfied by the mere act of sex.<br/><br/>I needed it to be more. All encompassing. Mind bending. Soul replenishing.<br/><br/>"You want to a rise out of me?" I hiss, in a tone both low and venomous. "To see what I do to girls like you?"<br/><br/>Immediately, the voice inside my head pipes up, making a fairly pertinent point. "You sure you've met anyone like her?"<br/><br/>I smirk, pushing you back against the kitchen counter, a hand already finding its way past the pants that have no business being on your hips. I rub that clit, desire careening out of my eyes as they stare into yours. Soon enough, my lips go rummaging along the side of your neck, adding to the ever-increasing multitude of sensation, showing absolutely no signs of stopping.<br/><br/>"Count them down, Dani."