justasimplegirl
a vicious tease
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Aw, shucks ... thanks, y'all. I like books. *blushes*
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Aw, shucks ... thanks, y'all. I like books. *blushes*
She had always hoped for a Daddy that loved to read. It wasn't a requirement, of course, but the idea of finding a man who loved words as much as she does was intoxicating. To be asked to read to him and to be read to ... these are the things she fantasized about. A romantic dinner could never complete with visiting a historic library. A dozen roses might bring a smile, but a worn, well read copy of his favorite novel would make her heart sing.
She smiled, thinking back to the day she found him. Even that first meeting was an exercise in power exchange. She'd been sifting through the "nickle table" at the used book store that Saturday morning. Even when the store was full, she was generally the only person who bothered with the tattered stacks. She reached for a sad little paperback, the cover long gone and the title page torn. He grabbed it at the same time. They both muttered apologies and both tugged on the book.
She glanced up then, truly surprised that he hadn't let go.
He looked ... angry. Her stubborn streak immediately flared in response.
"Excuse me, but I was here first. Kindly let go of my book." She felt an urge to stomp her foot, but managed to catch herself.
He grinned then, as if he found her absurd. "I will excuse your rude behavior this time, but mind your manners, girl. I am buying this book. If it is the price that you are worried about, I would be happy to buy you a newer copy. The store has many, I'm sure."
Her eyes narrowed as her ire grew. "Rude behavior? I don't know who you think you are, sir, but it is you who are being rude. A gentleman would have released the book immediately. And how DARE you assume I would let you buy anything for me!" She stomped her foot then, unable to control the impulse.
He growled. It was barely audible and only lasted a second, but she heard it and shivered in response. "Look here, little girl ...," he paused, trying to rein in his response to her. Suddenly curious he asked, "Why? There are other books here. Newer copies of this book. Why must you have this copy?"
She tilted her chin defiantly and simply whispered, "It's my favorite book."
He groaned then. She hadn't answered the question. At least, she hadn't given an answer that made any damn sense. "Again, why THIS copy? It's a classic and it's still in print. You could get any level of condition from slightly used to brand new. Why are you fighting me over this worthless copy with the cover missing? Just to be a brat about it?"
The change in her was instant and left him thinking, "Oh shit."
Her grip on the book tightened as she made her way around the table. He realized he'd instinctively taken a step back and silently cursed himself for it. He squared his shoulders and prepared for her assault.
She hadn't realized just how tall he was until she stood before him but it didn't sway her. She raised on tip toe as she glared at him, every few words punctuated with a poke in the chest as she said, "I want THIS copy because it is not worthless. I TOLD you it is my favorite book. No copy of it can be worthless because I treasure it. Now, I'm sure someone like you sees all of these "worthless" books as fuel for your fireplace or pages for art pieces and craft projects, but let me tell you something, mister, each of these books looks the way it does because someone loved it enough to read it again and again. These aren't just pages to be cut apart and glued to a box or stuck in a frame, these are adventures to be experienced. And THIS book is one of my favorites. I WILL have it. So you might as well let go because I will not allow you to treat something I care about so poorly."
Taking a step back, "And you haven't seen me be a BRAT. Choose your words carefully or you just might." She stomped her foot again.
He let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and began to chuckle. She looked ready to explode and opened her mouth to attack again but he quickly pressed a finger to her lips to silence her, taking control of the conversation.
"Hold on, babygirl, you've made some mighty big accusations about a man you do not know. I reached for the book to rescue it as well. I would hate to see even the worst copy torn apart for the sake of some silly notion you found on Pinterest. Classics such as this are a prime target for crafty little girls so I assumed that was your intent. I shouldn't have made such assumptions and for that I apologize, though at least my assumption makes sense. I cannot imagine what would make you think I spend my time cutting and pasting art projects." He chuckled again.
"Now, if you can assure me you will take proper care of it, I will gladly allow you to purchase the book." He tugged gently, pulling her closer as he leaned down to whisper against her ear, "And while I do enjoy the sassy set of your lips and the sparks in your eyes when you are angry, you will not address me as mister. That kind of thing will have you over Daddy's knee with a sore bottom. You'd best stick with Sir."
She looked at him again, the little creases at the corners of his eyes evidence that he smiles often, those same lines creating the perfect frame for the desire burning in his gaze. She opened her mouth again to speak but couldn't think of a thing to say as the blush spread across her cheeks.
He released the book and she instinctively whispered, "Thank you, Sir."
It was the first of many times a book would create sparks between them, though these days they usually found better ways to direct those passions.
Like today, when Daddy assigned her chapters to read then settled in between her thighs to test her focus ... with his tongue.
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Though they never really discussed labels or rules, it was understood that he was the boss. Particularly in the bedroom. He loved to push her physically and mentally, driving her pleasure and demanding her release again and again until she was completely spent. This was their way, so when he read her text ... "I need you. Now." ... he expected to find her in the bedroom waiting for him.
She was, technically, but sitting on the settee was not what he had in mind. He glanced at the bed, spotting the handcuffs dangling from the headboard, and smiled. Now THAT was more in line with his expectations.
She stood and walked over to the bed, waiting for his eyes to find her again.
"In the mood to let go tonight, sweetheart?" he asked with a grin.
"Not exactly. I'd like to try something new, if you're feeling adventurous," she said with a wicked grin.
"Oh? So you've planned more than just those cuffs?," he asked as he pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Tell me what you want, sexy, and it's yours."
Her grin turned even darker. "I was hoping you'd say that, love. But do you truly mean it?"
He hesitated then and asked, "Just what exactly do you want, sweetheart?"
Now it was her turn to hesitate, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she searched for the words to say what was on her mind.
He took a step toward her but her worried expression stopped him. "Baby, tell me what's on your mind. What are you afraid of? Afraid I'll say no?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He closed the distance between them then, taking her in his arms and holding her close. "Sweet girl, you don't need to be afraid or embarrassed with me. You can tell me ... what's on your mind?"
She pulled back a bit, looking up at him as she said, "I want to handcuff you tonight."
He chuckled and said, "Is that so. And just what do you plan to do with me? What is it you think I need to be handcuffed for?"
"I just want to ... ride you," was her simple reply.
"You can do that anytime, I don't need to be cuffed for that."
"I want to be in control, though. I want to set the pace. To ... make you wait."
Another chuckle as he said, "You've done that before, love. Without restraints. What is this really about?"
She sighed, certain she'd lost this battle already. "I just want to handcuff you. That's all."
"Tell me why," said in that tone that means he's no longer amused.
"Nevermind," is all she says as she pulls free and turns away from him.
"Hey," grabbing her arm and gently tugging her back against his chest, "what the hell is going on here? You want to cuff me? Is it that big a deal to you? Fuck, cuff me to the bed, I don't care. Just tell me what you're thinking. What is this about?" He was frustrated and clearly confused.
"It's not about anything, I just wanted to cuff you to the bed for once."
"Ok, fine. But why?"
She couldn't meet his gaze as she said, "because I know you would never let anyone else do it. You would never give anyone else that much control."
He didn't say a word, just turned and walked into the restroom.
Feeling defeated, she flopped onto the bed with a sigh.
From the doorway he said, "Now, how are you going to cuff me if you're sprawled across the middle of the bed?"
She quickly sprang to her feet, shocked and excited, as he winked at her and walked over to the bed. Completely nude.
"On my back, I'm assuming?"
She could only nod. He just grinned and crawled into position, reaching up and closing a cuff around one wrist.
"You'll have to get the other one, love ... and I'm all yours. Only yours."
She crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. "That's all I wanted. All that I needed."
He laughed and said, "Good, then uncuff me so I can make you scream."
"No way, you're mine tonight. All mine."
The “I want to handcuff you because you’d never let anybody else do it to you” part drove me wild.
Thank you. I got a little carried away with that one.![]()
The “I want to handcuff you because you’d never let anybody else do it to you” part drove me wild.
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Though they never really discussed labels or rules, it was understood that he was the boss. Particularly in the bedroom. He loved to push her physically and mentally, driving her pleasure and demanding her release again and again until she was completely spent. This was their way, so when he read her text ... "I need you. Now." ... he expected to find her in the bedroom waiting for him.
She was, technically, but sitting on the settee was not what he had in mind. He glanced at the bed, spotting the handcuffs dangling from the headboard, and smiled. Now THAT was more in line with his expectations.
She stood and walked over to the bed, waiting for his eyes to find her again.
"In the mood to let go tonight, sweetheart?" he asked with a grin.
"Not exactly. I'd like to try something new, if you're feeling adventurous," she said with a wicked grin.
"Oh? So you've planned more than just those cuffs?," he asked as he pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Tell me what you want, sexy, and it's yours."
Her grin turned even darker. "I was hoping you'd say that, love. But do you truly mean it?"
He hesitated then and asked, "Just what exactly do you want, sweetheart?"
Now it was her turn to hesitate, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she searched for the words to say what was on her mind.
He took a step toward her but her worried expression stopped him. "Baby, tell me what's on your mind. What are you afraid of? Afraid I'll say no?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He closed the distance between them then, taking her in his arms and holding her close. "Sweet girl, you don't need to be afraid or embarrassed with me. You can tell me ... what's on your mind?"
She pulled back a bit, looking up at him as she said, "I want to handcuff you tonight."
He chuckled and said, "Is that so. And just what do you plan to do with me? What is it you think I need to be handcuffed for?"
"I just want to ... ride you," was her simple reply.
"You can do that anytime, I don't need to be cuffed for that."
"I want to be in control, though. I want to set the pace. To ... make you wait."
Another chuckle as he said, "You've done that before, love. Without restraints. What is this really about?"
She sighed, certain she'd lost this battle already. "I just want to handcuff you. That's all."
"Tell me why," said in that tone that means he's no longer amused.
"Nevermind," is all she says as she pulls free and turns away from him.
"Hey," grabbing her arm and gently tugging her back against his chest, "what the hell is going on here? You want to cuff me? Is it that big a deal to you? Fuck, cuff me to the bed, I don't care. Just tell me what you're thinking. What is this about?" He was frustrated and clearly confused.
"It's not about anything, I just wanted to cuff you to the bed for once."
"Ok, fine. But why?"
She couldn't meet his gaze as she said, "because I know you would never let anyone else do it. You would never give anyone else that much control."
He didn't say a word, just turned and walked into the restroom.
Feeling defeated, she flopped onto the bed with a sigh.
From the doorway he said, "Now, how are you going to cuff me if you're sprawled across the middle of the bed?"
She quickly sprang to her feet, shocked and excited, as he winked at her and walked over to the bed. Completely nude.
"On my back, I'm assuming?"
She could only nod. He just grinned and crawled into position, reaching up and closing a cuff around one wrist.
"You'll have to get the other one, love ... and I'm all yours. Only yours."
She crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. "That's all I wanted. All that I needed."
He laughed and said, "Good, then uncuff me so I can make you scream."
"No way, you're mine tonight. All mine."
Nope, I think you took it just to the right point.
As someone who would much rather handcuff than be handcuffed, it takes a special level of trust and connection to open myself to her like in your scenario.
I thought it was fantastic and something I could personally connect with.
Me too.
JSG this was excellent and I loved it.
This part right here at the end? I might have squeaked a little.
She crawled on top of him, leaning down to kiss him. "That's all I wanted. All that I needed."
He laughed and said, "Good, then uncuff me so I can make you scream."
"No way, you're mine tonight. All mine."
*seriously blushing* Thank you, both. I had fun writing it.
And can I just say that finding images to use is HARD! Well, maybe not for everyone, but 98% of the images on my tumblr violate the pic posting rules here. (And most of the tumblrs I follow are even worse.)
Steal some from mine. I'm pretty careful about what I post. The ones I like are a different story. *grins*
Steal some from mine. I'm pretty careful about what I post. The ones I like are a different story. *grins*
Amazing story JSG.
Love it![]()
Excellent suggestion. And there goes the rest of my work day. *jumps down a tumblr rabbit hole*
Thanks, snexxer. And welcome to the Playground!
LOL I just envisioned you throwing your hand in the air in charge motion and yelling "TO TUMBLR!"
I'd waited all day for this, wanting his hands on my thighs. The uncovered space between the top of my stockings and my panties continually teased all day by the elements. Cool weather. A wooden classroom chair. My own hand.
When his lecture was finally over, I made my way to his office where I knew I would fine the relief I craved. The relief he knew he had been denying me all day.
I'd waited all day for this, wanting his hands on my thighs. The uncovered space between the top of my stockings and my panties continually teased all day by the elements. Cool weather. A wooden classroom chair. My own hand.
When his lecture was finally over, I made my way to his office where I knew I would fine the relief I craved. The relief he knew he had been denying me all day.