Breaking down.

Mandy's chest heaved as she paced. She looked ready to go crazy. "Isn't there ANY way around this?" she asked me. "C'mon, I can't live here without fucking you!" The way she said it, you'd think I had told her she could live there but never eat again.

I grinned. "I'm afraid not. You don't have to serve me hand and foot, but when I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. Not that you wouldn't do it anyway...you get so turned on when I tell you what to do," I teased. Swallowing, Mandy turned away from me. It was probably to hide her very visible nipples.

I figured that it was the perfect time for my trump card. "Man, my pants are tight...let me get comfortable," I declared, undoing my pants to allow my erect cock to spring out. The sound of my zipper made Mandy stiffen. She glanced behind herself, her eyes looking to my dick.

Throwing her hands up, Mandy turned around. "Okay! So, in this house, I'm the submissive one! I got it!" she shouted. I leaned back in my chair. "Mandy...you always WERE the submissive one." She was on me in a second, straddling me. "Damn you, I..." I pushed her off. She landed on her shapely rear with a stunned look on her face.

"I didn't say you could get on me, now did I?" I taunted. Swallowing, Mandy grit her teeth. "May...May we fuck now, sir?" she whispered.