AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.
“Well, let’s just put it this way,” Amber said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.
“I’ll be waiting.”
I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Amber was. It simply wasn’t possible.
#
I showed up at Amber’s door half an hour later.
“It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Amber it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.
“Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.
“Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties, and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Amber was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.
I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.
“So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.
She nodded.
“What did you do this time?” I asked.
“I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”
I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Amber it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.
“Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.
“What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 19-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Amber scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”
I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Amber couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted. She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.
“So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.
“No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”
“Fine,” Amber said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.
“That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”
She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.
“So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”
She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.
“Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.
Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”
“You think so, huh?”
