Escalation

You are hard as a rock. The thick length tents the front of your sweatpants so obviously that there is no hiding it. Natasha’s eyes drop, linger, and a slow smirk curves her mouth.

“Of course you are,” she says, voice edged with something close to amusement. “Even now. Standing there listening to me describe another woman making me cum for months, and that is your reaction. Too big, too pushy, and still thinking with it. That is exactly the problem. You have always been like this. Shove it in, expect me to be grateful, get frustrated when I cannot take the whole thing without wincing. No wonder I stopped wanting it.”

She leans against the counter, arms folded, the smirk still in place.

“You could do with some advice. Actual training. Learning how to use that cock instead of just pointing it at someone and hoping for the best. Patience. Listening. Making a woman finish before you even think about getting yours.”

Her tone stays light, almost conversational, but the next words land with deliberate care.

“Maybe Ruby should teach you a thing or two. She already knows what works on me. She is patient. She pays attention. She could show you how it is done properly. If you asked nicely. If you could handle being told what to do for once.”

The suggestion is sly, almost throwaway, yet it hangs in the kitchen air long after she finishes speaking. Natasha watches your face, still smirking, while the idea of Ruby teaching you, of her calm athletic body directing the same cock she has been helping Natasha reject, settles in and refuses to leave.