Nah, figuring this out is more important than her comfort

I plop down on the couch, but she just stays where she is, dripping onto the floor.

"Okay, so the app said I captured you. What does that mean?"

"Dude, I don't fucking know!"

"Well, what do you know?"

She breathes heavily, then wipes away the thick, black, wet hair that's plastered to her face. "I downloaded the stupid app because I was bored waiting to go on my date. Your profile was the first one I saw, and I swiped right."

I smile and interrupt her. "Why did you swipe right on me?"

"I swipe right on every guy. I don't really pay much attention, I'm just trying to see how many matches I can get."

What a bitch. No respect for the process.

"Anyway, as soon as I swiped right, a message popped up that said I had to do whatever you say. I don't know how, but I just knew it was true. Then you ordered me to come here, and I did."

"So, you have to do whatever I say?"

Binita rolls her eyes at me. "Yeah, obviously! I wouldn't have come here otherwise."

"Alright. Take off your jacket and hold your tits up for me."

I'm honestly a little shocked that I can ask something like that, but not as shocked as her.

"What?" she asks, suddenly less feisty. "Can we just, I don't know, talk about-"

"Nope. Jacket off, tits up!"

She sighs, then takes off her denim jacket. She carefully puts in on the back of a chair to drip dry. Her plain, black t-shirt is wet and sticking to her large breasts. She's clearly moving as slow as possible because she's hoping something will interrupt us and she won't have to do this, but I don't mind. She's kind of a bitch, and she's practically cheating on her boyfriend, so it's fun watching her suffer. Slowly, her hands come up under her chest and cup her tits through her wet shirt.

"There," she spits out. "Are you happy now, pervert?"

"Hey, come on, don't insult me tonight! I'm no pervert, we're on a date! It must be a really hot one, since you dumped that other guy to be here."

Her mouth pops open, and I swear she looks like she's about to call me an asshole, but then she almost chokes on it, and she doesn't say anything. She can't say anything, since I just told her not to insult me. Nice!

"So, how big are those tits?"

She looks shocked by how forward that question is, and she doesn't say anything.

"Answer all my questions, be honest, and don't try to hide anything. Don't you fucking argue or try to be cute, just answer my questions."

Binita's face scrunches up, then she stomps a foot, but one second later she says, "I wear a D-cup. Is that good enough for you?"

"Yeah, that's the one redeeming feature of your chubby, little body," I say. Truth is, we're actually a pretty good match. She's not that heavy, she's just a little past what I'd call curvy. I'm about as chubby as her. People would probably say we look cute together. But why should I have to settle for that? I don't want a kinda-sorta cute girlfriend, I want a hot one! But this 5.5 is the one who swiped right on me, so this is what I've got. Annoyed, I decide to test the waters some more. "Love me."

Binita raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"You have to do whatever I say, right? Well, fall in love with me. Lust after me like some dumb movie star. Do it!"

She stands there, holding up her breasts, until she scrunches up her shoulders and snorts one tiny bit of laughter. "Dude, I don't think it works like that."

"Fine. Maybe I can just control your body. Get horny. Like, super wet, need to rip off my clothes horny."

She waits for a few seconds and says, "Yeah, that's not working either." The bitch gets a smug look on her face, like she defeated me somehow.

"Alright then, how about this? Stick your hand down your pants and finger your twat."

The smug look is gone. "What? Hey, come on, can't we just-"

I clap with each word. "Hand! In! Twat! Now!"

Binita keeps her left hand under one of her big boobs, but she slowly lowers her right hand. She unbuttons her tight jeans, then slips her hand into them. She moans a little as she starts doing her business.

"Go ahead and have a seat." I point to a chair next to the couch and she sits down. "You know where this date is going, but I'm not going to order you to do it. I'm going to make you beg. Keep frigging your pussy until you're about to cum, then stop. Start again when you've calmed down enough to wait, then stop again when you're at the edge. Just keep edging yourself until you decide you want my cock badly enough to beg for it. Don't worry if it takes awhile, I'll wait."

I turn on my laptop on the table in front of us. "So. What kind of porn do you want to watch?"