You play his games, but only with you in charge

You turn around and face Jamie. He looks at you curious and you can feel his hands resting on your butt cheeks. Your tits press against his chest. You are almost the same high as him. Jamie treated you like a friend. He had his hidden intentions, which were very obvious, but he still was honest and polite. Something you can’t say about most of the guys you met, since you arrived in this town.

You like this. And Jamie is far from bad looking. His relationship to your brother may be a problem, but that is for later to sort out. And he is rich. This was never important in your previous relationships, but it is hardly a bad thing. For now, Jamie is exactly the kind of guy you want. But you learned a long time ago, to not trust anybody too easy. If he wants you, he gets you only with you in charge. You smirk naughty and push Jamie backwards against the closed door. He is surprised at first, but seems to accept this.

“Ah, you play rough?” Jamie replies grinning, “Well, I can give you that. But don't come running to me crying afterwards when it gets too much.”

“Oh, shut up,” you say and pin him to the door with your right arm on his shoulder, “so, you want me in your bed? Do you think I'm just another one of your little dolls that you can do whatever you want with? Was this your plan the whole evening?”

“Well, not at first,” Jamie admits a little confused, “I haven’t known anything about you before we met a few hours ago. But after I got to know you, you had my sincere interest. I just had to find out if you were interested in me too.”

“Yes, of course,” you reply sarcastic, “you are just an innocent victim of circumstances. I bet I’m the first girl you ever brought here. And you clearly never took advantage of any of your waitresses. That you promised to >take care of me< was of cause not another misogynistic pick-up line. Am I right?”

“Hey, I never **** them to anything,” Jamie defends himself nervous, “it’s not my fault they are willing to do some … extra work for a salary bonus. And I didn’t mean to insult you. Honestly. I mean, most women are weaker than men. Especially in our part of Society. I just thought …”

You shut him up by bringing you face closer to his and grab his semi erected cock through his jeans. You head is soon next to his and your cheeks almost touch each other. You can hear Jamie’s heartbeat. He doesn’t act. You have confused him and he is probably unsure how far he can go with you without making you or your father angry.

“Are you seriously backtalking to me?” you whisper seductive and massage Jamie’s cock through his pants, “to me? Really? You are so fucked, Jamie Cooper! Punishing you is obviously long overdue.”

“Oh, I see,” Jamie says when he understands you intentions, “this is how you want it? I’m a little surprised, to be honest. Not many girls in the area have a dominant disposition. But I like this. This promises to be interesting. So, you want to punish me? Making sure I will be a good boy from now on?”

“Ha, don’t make me laugh,” you purr and smirk, “making you a good boy is a hopeless case. But I can make sure that you are … useful. Useful, enough honest and just so much of a pervert that I can bear it. You are not going to take care of me. I take care of you. My new pet!”

With this, you grab the back of Jamie’s head and **** it closer to you. You begin to kiss Jamie passionate with one hand around his head and one on his cock. You have full control, but Jamie seems to not mind. He willingly follows your lead and even goes so far to put his hands back on your ass. You respect his audacity, but you have no intention to give up any control this early. While his hands massage every part of your ass you feel your way from his cock to the balls and give them a warning squeeze. Not harsh, but slightly painful.

“I like your initiative, but don’t get too brave,” you whisper, “if you forget your place I have to be very, very angry with you.”

“I’m not sure if I should be afraid or turned on by this,” Jamie answers cheeky, “maybe I should test it.”

“Smart ass,” you reply and give Jamies balls a short but hard squeeze, “I think I need to dress up a little. I assume this dress gives you silly ideas. I will look for something in the wardrobe and you … well, I don’t think you deserve or need clothes for the next hour.”

You let go of Jamie and head with a seductive ass swing to the nearby wardrobe. Jamie takes a few deep breaths. He is probably not used to have his balls manhandled. But he seems not to mind, since he quickly starts to unbutton his shirt and pants.

“Of course, … by the way, how should I call you?” Jamie asks while pulling off his shirt, “in private, I mean.”

“Just Ashley is fine,” you reply while changing, “for now at least.”