Sam smirked at her response, incredibly impressed by the way in which she toyed with him. She was doing so like an expert, like this wasn’t her first time playing such a tease with him. He didn’t verbally respond to her and simply watched her, shameless in his admiration of her curved rear. She had the most exciting, arousing figure and he more than appreciated getting such an unrestricted view of her body. With a lick of his lips and a touch to the front of his pants, he followed through to the bedroom.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself until I say you can,” he commented, even if he would have enjoyed seeing her doing so. Any chance he got to see her writhing was a chance he loved. So, with his body feeling all too warm and tense already, he made his way in to the bedroom and over towards her, eyes dark with lust. “On your knees. I want you to get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
His tone and the forcefulness to his voice was something that she wasn’t used to at all but it was making everything in her nether regions tighten. This was hot, he was hot and she knew that staying here this week with him was a decision she’d never regret. Without hesitating she got up and onto the bed, getting onto all fours as he’d requested. Her hips tilted upwards, almost putting herself on display for him and the panels of her Cheerios skirt fell away, giving him an unrestricted view. At this point it wasn’t so much an article of clothing as it was an erotic accessory.
There was a very big part of her that wanted to defy him, to tease him even further but not this time. Not only had she teased him all day long but this was completely new for her and even though she was playing the part there were still nerves involved. She turned her head to the side and looked at him over her shoulder, curious as to what he was going to do next, his erection obvious through the front of his pants. “Done,” she said, stating the obvious. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, trying her very best to sound innocent and coy.
Sam’s own breath caught as Quinn stopped, her rear lifting in a way that had him licking his lips in pure want. She was the perfect tease, but he could play his own form of teasing too when the moment called for it. “Mm, you know… I’m going to have to punish you for it,” he murmured low in response. They both knew all too well where this evening was leading, exactly what it was they were going to be sharing, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t an incredible turn on to play it this way. With the tease there, but the words not fully spoken. Not just yet.
His look was hungry, his eyes dark, and that only intensified under her touch. He allowed it a moment, unable to fully resist the contact he so badly craved from her. But, soon enough, he was grasping on to her wrist and pushing her hand away, hand swatting at her rear over her skirt. Not too hard; a taster of what was to come. “Don’t you think you’re in enough trouble, right now? Bedroom. Top off. I want you naked except for this little skirt of yours,” and it would stay on for quite some time, until he was ready for it to go.
A quick gasp and she was feeling right where his hand had connected with her behind. It hadn’t hurt by any means, just a slight tingling feeling across the bare skin that he was able to come into contact with. “If I were in enough trouble then you wouldn’t be able to restrain yourself right now and you’d have me pinned up against the wall,” she answered and without another word she followed her directions and strode forward away from him to head down the hall towards his room. She knew that he was standing there to watch the view so she made sure to sway her hips, making the flaps of her skirt swish around her to give him the best glimpses of her ass as possible. It was so hard to not cast a backwards glance at him and yet somehow she managed it.
Once in his room she stepped out of view and slipped off her top as well as her bra and discarded them onto the floor, toeing off her shoes and socks as well. She cast a glance at herself in the mirror and admired the view before she realized that Sam wasn’t there yet. “Are you coming or am I going to have to lie down on the bed and take care of things myself?” she called out teasingly, knowing that the mental image of her sprawled out on his bed while she writhed beneath her own touch would have him hurrying along.