Rule for Elene

Steve glanced at Elene as she cooked her own eggs. Her brunette hair fell down her back in gentle waves. He unabashedly stared at her nice bubble butt bouncing in her loose and thin pajamas as she tapped her feet and shifted her weight from foot to foot. His eyes roamed up her back and took in her small waist, medium sized boobs, and lithe figure. She was a gorgeous, athletic person who wouldn't and hadn't given him the light of day, though she had at least acted civil.

The length of time he had spent attempting some sort of relationship with any of these women preyed on his mind, as did his general bad luck in that arena. He hadn't even actually had sex yet, and right now the power that he had always shamefully craved worked together with the naked boobs around to jack up his arousal and desire. He did still want to test the extent of his newfound control, though. Having made up his mind, Steve walked back to the whiteboard and picked up the marker. After a moment to think about the wording, he wrote down a new rule for Elene.

Elene must think of Steve's sperm like an addictive ****; it's taken by convincing Steve to cum in her, she desperately craves it every few hours, and the high she gets from it is due to the intense orgasm she gets when she takes it, as if it's an intense form of afterglow from excessive dopamine.

He stepped back and immediately cringed. He knew his wording wasn't great, and he hoped that it counted as one rule since the second half of it was a specification of the first half. Almost panicking, he waited with bated breath as both girls glanced at the fridge.

Elene read the whiteboard, then quickly turned and started to stride towards him. Steve flinched back, but when she reached him she just leaned in with desperation and shame painted across her face and said, "Hey, can we head to your room right now? I really need it, you know?"

Steve felt his dick harden and wanted to run out of there with her right then. Her tits pressed into his arm and she looked up at him pleadingly. He looked down and opened his mouth to speak, but then thought more about it. Would it be better to go now, or to play with her a bit?