Day 3 - Making Out

Aisha grins at me, and I can't help but smile back at her.

"I think it's about time for my reward..."

"Yes, I believe it is..."

I place my hands on her hips with a smirk. So far, my plan is working perfectly.

She didn't give me any issues today when I said it was time to tidy up. In fact, she was downright eager to begin. It's actually kind of intoxicating to have this much power over someone - the ability to make them do something, just by holding the promise of intimacy over their head...

"Today, I'm going to reward you with a new type of kissing..." Thanks to the Queen, I have what is essentially a lesson plan, so I may as well follow it.

"You mean making out?" Aisha perks up at that, clearly excited by the prospect.

I chuckle lightly at her reaction. "Yes, I mean making out." I immediately press my lips to hers, and get that same electric feeling as the first time we kissed.

My hands wander along her body, caressing her curves with gentle lust. Aisha returns the kiss eagerly, desperately pulling me against her.

I poke my tongue out, and her lips part at the slightest touch with a small squeak of surprise.

Smirking into our kiss, I push onwards, excited to make out with her as my hands find their way down to her butt.

My tongue makes contact with her own, and I'm delighted by how her entire body seems to shudder at the contact. I slide my tongue along hers, thoroughly enjoying the intimacy.

It isn't long before I realize that Aisha isn’t moving, at all. The passionate kissing from earlier, before we started making out, has completely ceased.

I pull my lips away from hers with a frown. "What's wrong? Do you not like it?"

"N-no!" Aisha can't bring herself to look me in the eye. "Don't stop, let's keep going!"

Before I can protest, she pushes her lips against mine, and sloppily shoves her tongue into my mouth. I feel her shudder again, and I realize it's not a shudder of pleasure it's a shudder of discomfort!

"Whoa whoa whoa, stop." I push her away from me, and she immediately looks away again. "What's up? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" She turns her back to me, to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.

"No, you're very clearly not." I gently grasp her shoulders. "Come on, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong." After a moment of silence, I throw in a small, "Please?"

Swallowing her nerves, Aisha pulls away from me as she finally begins to explain what's up.

"It...it felt...weird."

"Weird...how?" I immediately kick myself internally for asking such a question. If it feels weird for her, she shouldn't need to explain it!

Before I can apologize, however, she elaborates.

"I just never felt anything like that before, and it was really... really, uh... well, really weird."

I nod. I was probably too aggressive - damn my horniness!

"I'm sorry - we can take things a bit more slowly, if you'd like."

"No!" Aisha seems almost panicked as she grabs me. "No, I can handle it! I want to keep going, I can handle this, and the next reward!" Tears begin to streak down her face. "Please, don’t stop showing me these things..."

Sighing deeply, I pull her hands off of me and hold them, looking her deep in the eyes as I do.

"Aisha, do you know what the single most important part of our arrangement is?"

She gulps nervously. "That I...do as I told?"

"Well, yes, for cleaning your room and stuff - but that's not the most important part."

"Then...what is?"

"The most important part of our arrangement, is that you're comfortable," I explain to her. "And that you and I can effectively communicate about your comfort levels."

"But I am comfortable!" Her lower lip begins to quiver. "Don't take this away from me!"

I press my finger to her lips to keep her quiet. I can tell she's about to go into a spiral - she really can't handle negative emotions. We'll have to work on that. "Just because you're uncomfortable, doesn't mean that this entire arrangement will end, okay?" She nods. I lead her to the bed with a smile. "C'mon. Take a seat. We can just hang out for the rest of the day, if you want."

"Uggggh! You aren't listening to me!" She flops onto the bed dramatically, and as I look over her prone form, my eyes wander to her butt, encased in her snug pants. It jiggles a little from her jump onto the bed.

Hmm... she's being a bit of a brat. I could just fuck her in the ass...