Wednesday

“In the living room?” Emily asked feigning shock as she started to unbutton her blouse.  Jake had relaxed back into the couch and was watching her. Emily had the distinct feeling that this Jake was not the easy going, joker she knew and loved. There was an intensity about him that she wasn’t used to. Normally if she playfully started stripping he was all over her, offering to “help” or cat calling and offering her twenties.  Things she could laugh at and flirt over.  This Jake was watching her as if she was an object almost as if he was judging how she was taking off her clothes, watching how she undid every button. She wanted to say he was making her uncomfortable but she couldn’t. She liked it, feeling like an object something worth paying attention to. “But I’m being stupid,” she thought “he’s seen me naked almost daily for 5 years now. I take off my clothes in front of him every - Oh shit that is what I have on??” Emily had suddenly remembered that she had worn the ugliest (but most comfortable) bra on the planet, the one she wore almost daily, the one Jake saw almost every day. Wait, why did she care?  Jake’s voice brought her back to earth.

“Emily, I said take your clothes off. Why have you stopped?” Again that quiet firmness in his tone, a tingle went down her back when she heard it this time. 

“I - got lost in thought.” she answered. Again, why was she nervous?  

Jake nodded. “I saw, come here.” he said.  Emily stepped forward, she was standing between his legs now, looking down into his blue gray eyes, he was handsome. This close to him she was very aware of just how handsome. “I told you to do something and you haven’t.  What did I say would happen tonight if you didn’t do what I said?” 

Emily stifled a giggle, “I would face the consequences?” she asked. Jake nodded and leaned forward. “I had thought that you would be able to take your clothes off without needed a consequence” he said as he pushed her the sides of her blouse away from her breasts. He pushed the ugly bra up, exposing her suddenly very hard nipples. He took the right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it gently at first. He looked directly into her eyes and started to pinching her nipple. Emily almost to pulled away but he pressed his thumb and finger together harder and started to twist when she did.  “Ah, oh owww,  Jake!!”  

“When I tell you to take off your clothes, what do you do?” he asked calmly as he pinched and twisted her poor nipple.  “Owww please, stop!” Emily grabbed his wrist, that was a mistake.  Before she could blink Jake had stood and grabbed her chin with his other hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. She let out a small, unexpected whimper. “Answer me.” Jake said cold calm in his voice. Her nipple was throbbing, he was pinching harder, keeping it twisted between his fingers

“I take my clothes off!” she cried. Jake released her tortured nipple, but not her chin she was still looking into those blue-gray pools. She instinctively raised her hand to rub away the soreness but Jake grabbed her wrist and pushed it back to her side.  “No, let that feeling sink in. Take your clothes off, Emily.” he said again, he kissed her lips softly "Do you understand?" He asked before letting go of her. She nodded and slipped the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor.  

Jake sat back on the couch again seemingly calm and watchful. As Emily unhooked her bra she looked at his lap, he was hard. She should be horrified, she should be screaming at him and cradling her abused nipple. Instead she was unhooking her ugly bra and letting it fall to the floor.  Instead she was wondering how she could possibly be as aroused as she was as her pants and panties slid over her feet and onto the floor. 

“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard to do was it?” Jake asked. Emily shook her head no.  “Come here" he demanded again.

Emily hesitated. The last time he had told her to come to him ended with a sore nipple (it was still throbbing, half in pain half with unexplainable excitement.) He had warned her that there would be consequences for disobedience. She wasn't sure if she  wanted to test him. If not taking her clothes off fast enough was a punishable offense, what would he do to her if she didn't go to him now? Her knees felt weak as she stepped forward. She was standing between his legs now, from where he sat he could see and touch any part of her body. “Put your hands by your sides, palms facing me.” he instructed. Emily did what he told her to. “You aren’t allow to move them unless I tell you to, do you understand?” He asked.  Emily nodded. Jake leaned forward and slowly ran his fingers from her collar bone to her hips. He watched as goose-bumps formed as his fingers lightly caressed her sensitive skin. He ran his fingers from her hip to the top of her pussy and lingered there for a moment before he traced his way back up the curve of her belly to her left breast.  He watched as Emily’s fingers started to curl involuntarily, he could feel her tense up then purposely relax. “Good signs.” He thought to himself. 

He cupped her breast and started circling the hard little nipple lazily. Emily’s nipples were deliciously sensitive and he knew it, the right one was even more so now. Emily was forcing herself to relax as he played with first her left then right nipple, it was almost too much. He leaned forward and kissed the slightly sore, sensitive right nipple before sucking and licking it. Emily’s breathing had become ragged and he smiled when a small moan escaped her. But he was in no rush, he had all night to play. 

 “Emily, look at me.” he said.  Emily, slowed her breathing and looked into the blue gray eyes. “I think you like this, don’t you?” he slid his fingers down her belly stopping at the top of her pussy. Emily’s was breathing faster now. “What will I find if I feel your pussy, Em? Is it wet? Should I find out?” he asked. Emily didn’t move or speak, she didn’t want to admit how very wet she was.. 

Jake ran the back of his hand up her thigh then oh so slowly glided his forefinger along the slit between her pussy lips, back and fourth, over and over, unhurried.  Emily's breathing was ragged now, her legs were shaking. She wanted him to open the lips, and play with her clit. Jake knew that but he was enjoying the show. She had no idea how long he had wanted to take control like this. How often he had imagined making her his slave. He had given up on the idea, she had made it clear from the start that she was not a kinky girl. It was the one way she wasn't perfect for him So he had let it go, the sex they had was great anyway. Tonight though, was going to be so much better. He wanted to make her want this, so far it was working. He quickly pressed his finger between her lips, she was so, so wet. He quickly flicked his finger over her swollen clit. Emily gasped and let out a whimper, without thinking she grabbed his shoulders. 

Jake smiled, "Hands Emily." He said quietly. "Were you supposed to move them?"