The dim glow of candles painted flickering shadows across my bedroom walls as I lay sprawled out on the bed, dark locks cascading down my porcelain skin. My black lace teddy clung to my curves, accentuating the swell of my breasts and the fiery desire burning in my emerald eyes. I was the embodiment of vintage seduction, and my partner of the evening was about to receive a lesson in devotion.
As he knelt before me, my gaze pierced through the darkness, scrutinizing his every move. His lips brushed against my outer thighs, and I let out a stifled groan of disappointment. Amateur. “That’s not how you start,” I commanded, my voice low and husky. “You’re supposed to worship the damn inches between my legs.”
He fumbled, his tongue tracing an uneven path up my slick folds. I could taste the desperation in his sloppy attempts, the unpracticed swirls and dabs that failed to ignite the fire within me. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I spat, my patience worn thin. “You’re not even trying to make me come. Is this all you’ve got?”
My words sent a jolt of embarrassment through him, his hands trembling as he gripped my thighs. But humiliation was exactly what he needed to snap him out of his ineptitude. I decided to take matters into my own hands, guiding his hesitant mouth back to my aching core.
“Here, let me show you how it’s done,” I purred, sinking my fingers into his hair and tilting his head just so. My hips bucked, urging him to chase the layers of pleasure I coaxed forth with every deliberate roll of my hips. “That’s it, baby. Lap at me like your life depends on it.”
His incompetence began to fade as he fell into the rhythm of my body, his tongue becoming more sure, more relentless in its pursuit of my climax. I could feel the tension building within me, the coils of need tightening and twisting until I was a quivering mass of desire.
“Almost there,” I moaned, my nails scraping against his scalp as he drove me closer to the edge. And then, with a final, ruthless lap of his tongue, I shattered. My back arched off the bed, a guttural cry ripping from my throat as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.
As the aftershocks subsided, I released his hair, my chest heaving with exertion. I looked down at him, his face flushed and eyes glazed with a mix of awe and submission. He had learned his lesson, and I had savored every moment of his humiliation.
“Now, are you going to be a good boy and return the favor?” I asked, a wicked smile playing on my lips. “Or do I need to demonstrate that too?”