So yeah, I’ve always been the one in charge. At work, I run a team of around 20 people and I’m always the one handling shit. Whether it’s managing the reports or organizing our nights out, I’m always on top of everything. But, somewhat predictably, that gets exhausting. You’d think being in control all the time would feel good, but lately, it’s just been stressing me out.
Anyway, that’s where Jake comes into it. We’ve known each other forever, and while we’ve flirted here and there, it’s never crossed any lines, mainly because he always seems to have a new girlfriend. He’s hot, though—tall, fit, funny, all that good stuff.
Anyway, I was venting to him one night about how I was tired of always having to take charge. I think I was three glasses of wine in when I said, “I kinda wonder what it would be like to just let someone else call the shots for once.”
“I could do that.” He placed his wine glass down on the table and gave me a look. “I’m very good at it.”
I laughed at first, thinking he was just messing with me, but he didn’t look away. I stopped laughing. “What do you mean?”
“Sexually.” Jake shrugged. Calm, collected. I stared at him for a moment longer and then laughed.
Jake shrugged again and the conversation moved on, but as the evening went on I found myself thinking about it again.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?”
“Yes,” Jake said. No hesitation, no laughter. Just a factual statement. “It’s what I do.”
I laughed again; this was all new to me, a side to him I didn’t know existed. But I had to admit, his confidence made my pussy wet.
“You sure you can handle that?” I asked, still half-joking.
Jake leaned closer, his voice dropping a little. “Yes.”
Before I knew it, we were in my bedroom. I didn’t even argue when he told me to take my clothes off—just did it. It felt weird, though. Usually, I’m the one who controls how things go down. But this time, Jake wasn’t asking. He was telling. And it was hot. He watched as I stripped down to my underwear, his eyes dark and intense. I’m sort of ashamed to say it, but being told what to do had my pussy dripping.
“On the bed,” he ordered. And yeah, again, I listened.
I don’t know what came over me, but something about the way he was acting made it easy to give in. His hands were firm but careful as he undressed me the rest of the way, his fingers brushing against my skin just enough to leave me tingling all over. For once, I wasn’t thinking about what to do next—I just followed his lead, and it felt… freeing.
“You ready to give up control?” he asked, his voice deep and serious.
I bit my lip and nodded, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.
The last bit of hesitation left me when Jake’s hand gripped my thigh firmly, his touch sending shivers up my spine. He spread my legs, his gaze never leaving mine, and the way he commanded my body with just a look made me feel completely exposed—and completely turned on.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice dark and filled with approval. “You’re so wet for me already.”
The second his hand slid between my legs, I was gone. The way he touched me—slow, teasing—was driving me crazy, his fingers lightly caressing my clit. I bucked my hips, desperate for more, but he wasn’t having it. He made me wait, playing with me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, making me shiver. “Just like a little slut. You Are a little slut, arn’t you?”
“Mmhhmm,” I moaned.
“No,” Jake said, pulling his fingers away from my throbbing pussy, the small amount of attention he was giving it suddenly taken away. I moaned with desire. “If you want it, then you need to say it…”
“Please,” I said. “I want it.”
“Say it,”
“I’m a little slut.”
Then his fingers were inside me, slow at first, filling me up in a way that had me gasping. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough either—just controlled. His fingers moved expertly, pushing deeper inside me, curling just right as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “You realize you’re mine now?”
His words sent a jolt through me, and I moaned, completely lost in the sensation. He was relentless, his fingers driving me to the edge as his thumb circled my clit, making me gasp and tremble beneath him. I was on the edge of orgasm when he pulled his fingers away.
“What?” I cried. “No! What did you stop?”
“You think I was going to let you cum, just like that?”
“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Fuck, please. I need It.”
“I know,” he smiled, brushing the hair from my face. “But first you have to earn it.”
“Earn it?” I asked, hearing the brattiness enter my voice, hearing myself reduced to the level of begging already. The worst part is…I loved it.
And judging by the smile on Jake’s face and the bulge in his pants, he liked it too. For the first time in our entire friendship, he leaned in and softly kissed me on the lips. I tried to kiss him back, hungry, desperate for more, but he pulled away.
“Good girl,” he smiled. “Now get on your knees.”
I nodded, and not for the first time that evening, I did as I was told…
