Page 33 of The Other Side of Paradise (Story of Paradise #2)

Stella

Allison somehow managed to go even redder, and she swallowed before she said, “S-sorry?”

“Touch yourself,” I said, the words sending a rush through my body.

Knowing I had her on a string and she’d do what I told her to was way too fun.

Knowing she desperately wanted to touch herself in front of me and would take any shred of permission for it was incredibly sexy.

“Do as I say. If you follow all my directions and make yourself come, then I’ll take the shot, and we’ll call the game a draw. What do you say?”

She swallowed, mouth opening and closing, searching for words, before she clamped it shut again, and with just the tiniest little motion, she nodded. Just a fraction of an inch, but she nodded. I was having too much fun to let her have it that easily, though.

“Use your words, Allison.”

“Fuck,” she whispered, not even meaning to say it. “Yes. Okay. Yeah. Okay. I can… do that.”

“Good.” I leaned back on the couch arm. “Take off your jacket.”

“Right. Yeah. Okay.” She did as she was told, slipping it off down her shoulders, and she got flustered when her shirt sleeve bunched up in one jacket sleeve, fussing with it until she got it off, and she draped the jacket over the edge of the table behind her.

“Okay,” she said, quietly, looking down at her shirt. “What now?”

“Look at me, Allison.”

“Oh, god,” she murmured, and with great effort, she brought her gaze up to meet mine. I smiled.

“Perfect. How many buttons do you have done up right now?” I counted them—five buttons. I put up five fingers. “Undo your buttons as I put my fingers down.”

“Right. O-okay.” She looked at my fingers, and I clicked my tongue.

“Ah—back here, Allison. I expect you to keep looking at me this whole time. Do you understand?”

“The—the whole time?” she squeaked, and I smiled.

“The whole time. Do you understand?”

“Yes… y-yes, ma’am.” She winced, like she didn’t mean to say it, but honestly, that was hot. Showing me proper deference while she did what I said? I was into it.

“Very good, Allison. Now…” I put a finger down, and she fumbled her top button, her face red as she worked it open clumsily, never taking her eyes off mine. “Good. Keep going.”

“Right. Yes.”

“Ah-ah. You had it right. It’s yes, ma’am. ”

“Yes… yes, ma’am.” Her voice was shaky now, and I enjoyed watching the way her hips moved, seemingly involuntarily, at the interaction.

So she was into that. Good to know. I put down another finger, and she fumbled the next one open, and I counted her down until she was at the last button, her chest heaving, clearly eager to open it, but I hung on, teasing her before I said,

“You want me to put this finger down, don’t you?”

“I… y-yes, ma’am.”

I was way more into that than I thought I’d be.

I needed to keep that in mind for the future.

Yes, ma’am . I could get used to that. I’d had people try to use this on me before, and it always felt patronizing and icked me out, but Allison said she liked being patronized to a little, so I tried it. “Good girl, Allison.”

“Oh,” she said under her breath, reddening more. So she liked it. Good. I put the last finger down, and a gasp broke free from her throat, and she opened the last button breathlessly.

“Good. Take your shirt off now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The shirt fell on the floor, and she did a great job—didn’t take her eyes off mine for a second.

Her big, brown eyes, quivering with want—she was cute like this.

She was wearing a sexier bra than I’d have guessed, a black plunging push-up bra with straps crossing over her cleavage and subtle lace floral accents, and she did have a perfect pair of breasts.

I guess she had been hoping to take off her clothes with a girl tonight.

“Good. Your pants, too, now.”

She unbuttoned them shakily, pulling the zipper down and fussing with the hem, clearly embarrassed to actually pull them down. I smiled wider.

“Off, Allison.”

“Yes—yes. Sorry, ma’am.” She lifted up to slide her pants off underneath her, revealing a matching pair of panties with a cute little ribbon tie at the front.

Very cute. Very sexy. She fussed with her pant legs getting them off, and she was breathless by the time she got them onto the floor, hugging herself, blushing furiously. I bit my lip.

“Matching set,” I said, voice low. “Do you always do that, or were you hoping for someone to see tonight?”

“I-I was…” She swallowed.

“Tell me, Allison.”

“Fuck,” she breathed. “I-I was fantasizing about you seeing…”

That was very hot. I was so glad she was getting everything she wanted. “Well, now I’m seeing,” I said. “And you’re very pretty in it, Allison…”

I let my gaze drift slowly down over her body, and she whimpered, uncrossing her arms and putting her chest out a little bit, arching her back.

“You have such soft, smooth skin,” I said. “Such nice curves. You look so pretty in your matching underwear.”

“Stella,” she pleaded, her voice small, thin. Seemed like she wasn’t kidding about the praise kink.

I pointedly looked down at her panties, gesturing towards them. “And you did such a good job getting turned on for me like I wanted.”

“Oh, my god,” she whispered, breath catching. “Y-yes, ma’am. Of course…”

“Touch your thighs.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She blushed hotly, but she dropped her hands to her thighs, leaning back against the couch arm and trailing her fingertips over them.

Watching her tease herself, fingers closing in towards the edge of her underwear…

that was great to see. I moved my own hand to my thigh, brushing my fingertips up along the inside, and when Allison’s gaze broke from mine to watch, I let her have it for a minute before I said,

“Look at me, Allison.”

“Y-yes. Sorry.” Her eyes obediently found mine again, and I smiled.

“Take off your bra now.”

“O-okay. Yes, ma’am.” She hesitated, hands hovering on the bra hooks in the back, but I just smiled wider, and she let out a small, needy noise, undoing the hooks and slipping the bra off. Her breasts fell free, full and round with big, dark nipples, and she crossed her arms in front of them.

“Ah-ah. Let me see.”

“Oh, god.” She bit her lip, looking away briefly and hunched her shoulders, but she did as she was told, dropping her arms and pushing her chest out. So ready to do as she was told. That was so fucking hot.

“Look how pretty they are,” I said. “So soft… and you’re so good at doing what I tell you to. You’re doing so well, Allison.”

“Th-thank you, ma’am.”

“Do you like playing with your nipples?”

She moaned softly, nodding.

“Use your words.”

“I-I do. I like playing with… with my nipples.”

“Good girl. Keep looking at me while you play with them, then.”

Once again, she did as she was told, meeting my gaze while she took her nipples between her thumb and forefinger on either hand, breathing harder as she started rolling her thumbs softly against them. I bit my lip.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I said. “You’ll really do whatever I tell you, won’t you?”

“I-I mean. Yes. Whatever you want. Anything, really, I mean…” She moaned softly, picking up the pace playing with her nipples, and I was genuinely getting so turned on.

I thought I’d just direct her to get off and call it a day, but I guess I was a control freak, because I was getting so wet I probably should have been worrying about the couch cushions.

“I love how obedient you are,” I said, voice low. “Allison?”

“Yes?” She looked back into my eyes, blushing harder when she did, and I could tell from the movement in her body how much it turned her on making eye contact while she did it. I bit my lip.

“Take off your panties.”

“Oh, fuck. Are—are you… are you s-sure?” she said, voice quivering, and I gestured to the end table.

“If you don’t want to do it, you can take the shot. But if you want me to take the shot… take off your panties.”

“Oh, god.” She hesitated, her fingers under the band of her panties, and she flicked her gaze down to her legs before looking back up at me. “Is it really okay?”

I bit my lip harder. “Do as I say, Allison. Panties, floor.”

“Oh my fucking god.” She pulled them down slowly, lifting up to get them out from under her, and she hesitated before pulling them off from her center, looking away as she did.

I let her have it, for now, my gaze roaming over her body as she bared herself, thighs squeezed together as she slipped her panties down off one ankle and then the other, dropping them on the floor.

“Look at me,” I said, and she met my gaze, her breathing shallow. “Spread your legs wider.”

“Yes, ma’am…” She spoke in a small, reverent breath now, opening her legs. Not nearly wide enough.

“Wider.”

“Oh, god. Yes…” She spread them wider, leaning back against the cushions, one leg pressed against the back of the couch and the other draped over the front. God, she really would do whatever I said. I’d never realized it would be this fucking hot to take control.

I put a hand on her calf, the one pressed against the back of the couch, and she gasped, breaking off into a small moan as I moved her leg, lifting it up and over the back of the couch to spread her open wider.

“There we go,” I said. “Lie back further. Get comfortable. This is where you’re going to play with your pretty body until you do such a good job and come for me, so make sure you’re comfortable, okay, Allison? ”

“Yes—yes, ma’am. Okay, ma’am.” She settled back further against the couch arm, looking down along her body and at me on the other side of the couch, and I leaned back, spreading my legs too, my calf on the floor brushing hers.

She could probably see the stain on my panties at this point, but I was sure she’d like it.