Chapter Text
It starts pretty innocently.
I steal a bit of her ice cream.
She retaliates by scooping up some of mine and flinging it to my face.
The ice cream lands right on my nose – a cute dollop of vanilla right at the tip.
She laughs in surprise and delight, but I don’t share her sentiment – I hate having stuff on my face.
I glare at her and silently gesture for her to wipe my nose clean.
It’s a simple command, really – I don’t even need to verbalize it for her to understand and we are not exactly in a place where she can freely exhibit her brattiness as per usual (we are on a date in a public place if you must know).
I expect her to be a good girl and obediently wipe the goddamn ice cream off of my nose (it’s so freaking cold!).
Well, she proves me wrong.
At first, she looks like she’s about to obey my command – she gives me her signature puppy look, her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip in a gesture of guilt. Then, that guilt is replaced by mischievousness – it’s such a quick transition, completely catching me off guard; I barely have any time to brace myself for what she does next.
She swipes the ice cream from my nose with her forefinger and then slowly, painfully slowly, brings said finger into her mouth, licking it clean in a slow and deliberate manner without taking her eyes off of me. That look in her eyes – challenging and seductive at the same time – always melts my insides while also turns me on.
I swallow hard, close my eyes and mutter for her to wait one second before turning around and take a long, deep breath, shaking off the steaming thoughts that has started playing in my head.
When I am calm again, I turn to face her and pretend that she has not affected me; I even flash her a smug smile to emphasis it.
But she also has a smile on her face – no, a smirk – as if she already knows how affected I was by her actions. Of course she knows – she knows me better than I know myself.
She pulls her clean finger out with a decisive pop and bats her eyelashes at me. “Something wrong?” she asks in that fake innocent voice of hers as her fingers grazemy bare arm, sending an electric shock down to my core.
I clench my jaw and force myself to maintain the smile on my face while I try to convey with my eyes what’s going to happen to her once we are home and out of public’s eye. I unconsciously lick my lips – I can already see the chains and whips in my head; hear her moans and whimpers for more ringing in my ears.
She is either oblivious of my silent warning or pretending to ignore it (because she already knows what’s going to happen to her if she doesn’t stop). Either way, her smirk widens and there is that challenging look in her eyes again as she walks in front of me, sashaying her hips in that seductive way she knows gets me all bothered on the inside.
I close my eyes and clench my jaw, balling my hands into tight fists as the knot in my stomach tightened and I feel the trembling need to take her then and there course through my veins. I don’t know how long I could fight this urge when the image of her, tied to our bed while looking up at me with those dark, defiant eyes, keeps playing in my head.
If she keeps this up, we wouldn’t be able to finish this date. Again. I would probably whisk her home in a few minutes just to teach her a lesson. Again.
But no, not this time.
I am determine to hold out as long as I can and see this date through until the end. We owe each other at least that.
I sigh again.
It’s going to be a long, long day.