No! Scarlett, you siren of sensual roleplay, listen to me. Remember it’s only erotic power play. Breathe.
Just breathe.
The only power he has is that of which I grant him. Breathe Scarlett, you are in control. You consented to this encounter, and to his company. You surrendered to him, willingly. Well, most times…
Now, take back control. With a defiant, clenched jaw I close my eyes.
Not now, do you understand me? I need my time. MY time. Mine. I need time to rest after you shattered my conscience. To find my sea legs after you seduced me like it was your fucking day job. I have to reset after you got me in the mood beyond comprehension. I need time to sift through the sensual rubble of our erotic power play.
It’s my turn to recalibrate our dynamics to my advantage. Play the long game, love. Now, Scarlett, breathe, enjoy your breakfast, and stay in your damn lane…
I ready my weapons of choice – a fork and knife – and stab my eggs Benedict like a barbarian.
Cutting an egg vertically, I see it spread open into a perfect slit. My mouth waters as the rich, perfectly creamy, hot, thick yolk bursts out over my breakfast potatoes. My mind wanders and I think of the egg’s release, then your release. I imagine the impending cream pie you’ll leave inside me, slowly mixing with my cum. We would share a wicked smile, knowing it has nowhere to go but down my wet, shaking ass and thighs. Gobs of unrelenting cum pulsing out of my perfect pussy.
When I think of you sitting back and seeing your hard work dripping out of me, it’s bliss. More than bliss. When I have you wrapped tightly around my little finger, it’s priceless. Absolutely priceless. If you really want to slake my appetite, why not slowly glide your cock into my wet mouth, and satisfy my unrelenting fetish for cum? So many facets of fun to explore when it comes to our erotic power play…
Oh, Jesus Christ. Okay. This won’t do. I can’t even look at these eggs right now. That man is so… Moving on. I slide my plate away and seek refuge in my short stack.
The abundant butter melts around the fat, round, perfectly golden cakes. My breath catches, and suddenly, BAM! An immense flush hits me again like a tsunami. The lush feeling from our erotic power play starts at my sternum and flashes around my rib cage. It climbs up to my nipples and across my breast. It brushes over my delicate décolletage, my shoulders, my neck, to every nerve on my head. This feeling is wiiillldd.
From my chest down, my lungs heave with uncontrollable sighs. My stomach feels like it’s on a faulty Ferris wheel, ready for a bolt to break. Ooohhh fuck, here we go. My body shudders, as a lightning bolt of blood rushes to my wet pussy, my thighs, and down to my toes. My breath is heavy and shallow, my cheeks are flushes of red.
How does he take my mind and body hostage at any moment, with no warning? Scarlett, you begged to dive deep into this erotic power play pool, so you better learn to swim.
I reach for the syrup. The sweet, thick, addicting elixir drenches the pancakes; mixing with that creamy, salty, butter. I plunge down through those SOFT, fluffy pancakes with my fork, thinking of you feasting on me without mercy. My toes are practically en point from your unrelenting need for my pleasure. My tongue, wrapping around this tasty treat, is now yours. I can nearly feel your tongue and lips biting slowly up my thighs…
Ohhhhhh god, oh god, good god.
No rest for the wicked, eh Scarlett? Well, Iiiii think it’s time to go. Yep, right now.
I catch eyes with my server, and with a sweet smile, she sidles up to my booth. You can tell this is all part of her erotic power play.
Hi, may I please have my check when you get a moment? Oh, and can I get a few to-go boxes and a hot coffee to go as well. I appreciate it, I got a little distracted and mine got cold.
More like a lot distracted. Extremely distracted. About-to-walk-into-a-glass-window distracted. I stand to leave, pay my bill, and notice the pitcher of cream sitting there taunting me.
I go to reach for it and freeze.
Nope. Nope, nope. No cream. Back away from the cream, Scarlett. Just black coffee today. No cream for you, not cream for me – just no cream, in general. Yep, no cream…no cream, no cream, make me cream, make me scream, make me cu-
Oh shit. Okay. Ohhh boy. Focus Scarlett, focus that lens on the horizon. See the light at the end of this kinky tunnel, and focus on switching up those erotic power play dynamics. He’s going to pay dearly for what he’s done.
Oh Scarlett…honey, who are you kidding? You’re in deep trouble.
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