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Thanks to an anonymous user for requesting this story. They were a pleasure to work with.

Contains: light dominant/submissive, orgasm control.

“So,” Sonia said, running a finger along the rim of her wine glass. She glanced at the nearby diners in the soft-lit restaurant and lowered her voice to a murmur. “I had an idea for tonight.”

Clara smiled as she used her knife to saw off a piece of her steak. “Me too. Several, actually.”

A tiny shiver of excitement ran through Sonia, and she tried to stay focused. “I’m looking forward to them… but I was thinking we could play a game.”

“Oh?”

“If one of us is a big enough tease and makes the other impatient, the one who kept their composure gets to be… in charge.”

Clara’s eyebrows shot up as she chewed her bite of steak. The background murmur of the restaurant was the only noise for a few moments. “You want to be in charge?”

Sonia felt a warm blush rising to her cheeks. “Well… the chance to be. I thought it would be fun to try something different for our anniversary.”

Clara smiled. “I have to admit, I’m curious. I can hardly imagine you bossing me around… in the bedroom, at least.” Her smile turned impish. “I’m not going to make it easy for you, though. I have to make you impatient?”

Sonia’s heart quickened as she felt her wife’s shoe teasing up her leg, hidden from the rest of the restaurant by the long tablecloth. Five seconds in and her mind was already filled with fantasies, but she fought to control her wild imagination. Don’t think about her touching you. Don’t think about her getting underneath the table. Oh God, definitely don’t think about her just bending you over her lap right now, in front of everyone… Dominant thoughts, Sonia!

She treated her wife to her best sultry smile and slipped off her own high heel, sending her bare foot under and up Clara’s dress to brush her warm thigh. Sonia almost grinned at the way her wife’s expression changed. She picked up her fork, gathering up a bite of her fish before casting a glance across the table. “Your steak’s getting cold, baby.”

Clara broke into a smile. “You’re serious about this, huh?”

Their game of footsie only got more intense as they worked through their meal. By the time their plates were cleaned, their chairs were scooted into the table for the best reach, and Sonia could feel a wet heat between her legs that was pleading for satisfaction. They were both breathing faster, their faces flushed, but the appearance of the waiter with the check called for a pause in their mutual teasing.

“I need to use the bathroom,” Sonia murmured once her card was returned, meeting her wife’s eyes.

“Me too.” Clara stood up with her and followed her to the ladies’ room, walking with a little more haste than was wise with her heels. They really did have to go after several glasses of wine and water, but when Sonia went to wash her hands, she felt a warm body press against her back as arms slipped around her waist.

“Mm, you little tease,” Clara purred, planting tingly little kisses along her wife’s bared neck. “Are you sure you’re not the impatient one, kitten? I can tell you want it so bad…”

Sonia’s gaze flickered to the bathroom door even as she shivered with excitement. They were alone now, but there was every chance of being interrupted. “Baby…”

Her wife’s hand slid up to squeeze her breast through her dress, drawing out a tiny gasp. Sonia met her wife’s hungry blue eyes in the mirror and swallowed hard, her heart racing. Clara wasn’t wrong. It was taking a lot of effort to put up even the pretense of a fight, but as long as she didn’t just melt… She reached back to grab handfuls of her wife’s curvy ass, earning a low growl and a nip on her neck that left her weak in the knees.

The bathroom door opening made them suddenly spring apart, blushing like schoolgirls. The middle-aged Asian woman who came in barely spared them a glance, but Sonia felt like the red lipstick marks on her neck were glowing neon against her dark skin. The possibility of being caught was hot; actually being caught was not. Clara giggled and grabbed her wife’s hand, leading her outside as Sonia hastily wiped at her neck. They hurried through the restaurant with heated faces, heading to their car in the dark parking lot. Clara made like she was going to open edirne escort the passenger door for Sonia, then pinned her up against it, her fingers weaving in Sonia’s carefully arranged black hair to steal a fierce kiss.

“Steak,” Sonia murmured.

“Fish,” Clara agreed with a wry smile. “Mints?”

“In the car.”

“Gah…” Clara pulled her into another hot but shallower kiss, her soft hands cupping Sonia’s face. And another kiss, and another, until they were just making out like teenagers against the door of the sedan. Sonia pulled away to pant a little, brushing a lock of brown hair from her wife’s face.

“My heels are killing me…”

“Me too,” Clara murmured, her hands sliding down to give Sonia’s ass a squeeze. She opened the door to the backseat and started guiding her wife towards it.

Sonia laughed. “How about home?”

“Too slow,” Clara growled, meeting their lips in another kiss. Sonia slowly split into a grin, and it took a few moments for realization to dawn on her wife’s face.

“Dammit,” Clara said, but she was holding back a smile. “I’m not used to this.”

“I’m not used to this, Mistress Sonia,” Sonia corrected, still grinning ear to ear.

Clara rolled her eyes. “Do you really want me to call you that… Mistress Sonia?”

Sonia shivered intensely. It’d been a joke, but hearing that from her wife’s lips was shockingly sexy. “Um… not- not for now.”

“Okay.” Clara’s eyes shone with a mixture of amusement and excitement. “You have the bridge, Number One. What shall we do?”

“You dork,” Sonia said, relaxing with a laugh. “Let’s go home.”

“As my lady wishes.” Clara gave a mock bow and opened the passenger door for her.

A few minutes of driving and a pair of breath mints later, they stepped through their front door. Sonia was tense, breathing faster as nervous thrills ran through her. The idea of dominating her wife for a change was incredibly hot. Having to make decisions was already a lot more stressful than she’d imagined. Clara paused in the entryway, looking at her expectantly.

“Bedroom?” she prompted, and Sonia nodded gratefully, following her down the hall. They both slipped off their heels in the softly lit room, letting out sighs of relief, then Clara sat on the edge of the bed and folded her hands in her lap.

“Same safewords as normal?” Sonia murmured. Her wife nodded. “Now…”

Now… Now… Now what? She had fantasized more than a little about this exact moment, yet now that her wife was submissively awaiting her command, those sexy plans in her mind’s eye had disappeared.

“Take off your clothes,” Sonia blurted to buy time. Clara stood up and began to slowly drag down the zipper of her dress, a coy smile on her lips. Sonia gulped as more of her wife’s pale skin was bared, but the thrill of arousal between her legs was oddly comforting. No matter what, her wife was still the sexiest woman alive. It would be hard to ruin tonight.

Clara’s slinky dress piled around her ankles, leaving her in a set of matching lingerie that was criminally revealing. Sonia stepped forward and slipped her arms around her wife’s bare waist, leaning in for a kiss that was more instinct than intention. Their tongues met and shared the taste of mint as Sonia’s hands slipped upward, running over Clara’s back and the defined planes of her shoulder blades. Soft lips and smooth skin and the delicious warmth of her wife was all that mattered. Her fingers undid Clara’s bra and pulled the straps away, the string of kisses barely pausing long enough for her small breasts to be bared. Sonia slid her hands up to cup her wife’s chest, teasing her nipples into stiffness and gently tweaking them to make Clara moan into her mouth.

Feeling a little more confident, Sonia pushed her wife back towards the bed. Clara obligingly fell backwards onto the covers and grinned, disheveled wavy hair haloing her face. Sonia hiked up her dress and climbed up to straddle her, feeling warm skin against her thighs.

“What are you going to do with me… Mistress?” Clara asked, still smiling.

Sonia failed to suppress another shiver and remained silent, breaking into a smile of her own. She ran her hands up her wife’s chest, giving her breasts a brief squeeze before bringing her fingers to Clara’s mouth to gently part her wife’s lips and slip a pair cansoc.org of digits past them. Clara willingly suckled at her fingers, bathing them with her hot tongue and making Sonia quiver again at the strange feeling. She had always been on the other side of this interaction, and she hadn’t realized how strangely good it would feel to have her wife lavish her fingers with attention. It helped that Clara’s gaze was positively smoldering, burning into Sonia’s eyes and stoking the fire between her legs.

A strand of spit connected her to her wife’s lips as she pulled her fingers away and traced dampness down the graceful arc of her wife’s neck. Clara stared up at her eagerly, waiting for her to make the next move, and Sonia hesitated as arousal made way for anxiety. What was she supposed to do? What did Clara want? What did she want?

Clara took Sonia’s hand and brought it to her lips, giving her a reassuring smile. Sonia took a deep breath and smiled back at her, leaning down for a brief kiss and staying close.

“I just realized I don’t know what you like,” Sonia whispered, her brown eyes inches from her wife’s blue. “You know me so well, but I…”

Clara let out a soft snort of amusement and reached up to stroke Sonia’s cheek. “I’m not usually down here. I’m not sure either.”

“Oh…”

“I guess I can give you a hint, though,” Clara murmured. “What I do to you? I do it because I think it’s really fucking hot.”

A slow smile grew on Sonia’s face. Just turn the tables? She could do that.

“I’ll stop you if I don’t like it.” Clara leaned up to put hot breath in her wife’s ear. “So don’t hold back. Show me your claws, kitten.”

Sonia quivered. She could feel her heart racing in her chest. If she was really doing this, it was now or never…

She pushed Clara to the bed and pinned her down. Her wife’s grin flashed white in the dim light as Sonia leaned in, holding Clara’s head in place so she could plant kisses along her neck. Clara squirmed underneath her as she nipped and nibbled, leaving red marks along the sensitive skin. When Sonia reached her wife’s collarbone, she hesitated for a moment before biting down and sucking hard, delighting in the way Clara gasped “Baby!” but didn’t stop her.

“Mine now,” Sonia said in a husky murmur, planting a kiss over what would still be a dark mark tomorrow morning.

“Mmm… I’m gonna have to pay you back for that…”

Thrills shot through her at the idea of her wife getting ‘revenge’ for this little role swap, but that was something for future Sonia to enjoy. She gave Clara’s nipple a reprimanding pinch, enjoying the sharp inhale it caused. “Is that how you should talk to me?”

Clara grinned. “Sorry. I’ll have to pay you back for that, Mistress.”

Sonia had to hold back a giggle. She might have guessed her wife would be bratty. “You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”

“Easy’s no fUN-” Clara broke off with a gasp as Sonia tweaked both her nipples, keeping them pinched for long enough to make her squirm. She let Clara breathe for a few moments, glancing at her eyes to make sure things were still okay, then stood up to slip out of her dress. Despite her disobedience, Clara’s eyes were locked on Sonia, attentive and hungry as her dark caramel curves were bared.

It felt good. She never felt sexier than when her wife was watching her like this. Even after so much time together, she loved these moments, where her dress hit the floor and she watched that heady mixture of love and lust bloom on her wife’s face. And this time… she could tease as much as she wanted. She unhooked her bra and held it to her body, dipping it lower and lower to show off more of her ample breasts. The increasingly deep line of her cleavage was like a magnet for her wife’s eyes. She could practically taste Clara’s anticipation, feel the hot stare on her chest that flooded her body with warmth.

“Did I ever tell you how fucking sexy you are?” Clara said in a low voice.

“Mm, only every other day…” Sonia leaned forward and slapped her wife’s hand as it slipped downwards. “Hey! You don’t have permission to touch.” She almost laughed at the look of disappointment on Clara’s face. “Now you know how it feels, baby. Just enjoy the show…”

“That’s what I was planning on…” Clara mumbled, but she grabbed handfuls of the bed and just watched, as ordered. Sonia finally dropped her bra and moved on to her panties, loving the way she could make her wife squirm. She slid the waistband past one curve of her hips at a time before slowly, teasingly pulling her underwear down her thighs, drawing out a strand of wetness that connected her to the lace. Stepping out of the damp fabric, she climbed back onto the bed, this time guiding her wife’s arms up and kneeling on top of them to simultaneously straddle Clara’s face and pin her down.

“This is… new,” Clara murmured, some uncertainty to her voice as she tried squirming underneath the weight. Sonia reached down to stroke her wife’s hair, meeting her eyes, and Clara gave her a small nod. Biting her lip, Sonia lowered herself onto her wife’s face and inhaled sharply as a hot tongue pushed through her folds. A few licks collected her wetness, then Clara settled into a well-practiced pace that made Sonia moan. Her wife knew just what she liked, and Sonia tangled one hand in Clara’s wavy hair as she leaned back on the other, basking in the sensations.

“That’s it, baby…” Sonia groaned, clutching at her wife’s head as pleasure set her nerves alight. It felt so different to be in control. New and scary and unbelievably hot. Judging by the dampness of her wife’s panties and the eager tongue on her clit, Clara was enjoying it too, though her wriggling suggested she was desperate for a little attention of her own. Sonia shifted the hand she was leaning back on to rub Clara through her underwear, smiling when her wife moaned against her pussy and lifted her hips into the touch.

“Not so bratty when you need it,” Sonia murmured with amusement, slipping her fingers under the fabric to gently stroke Clara’s wet folds and circle her clit with teasing slowness. The muffled noises she drew out were delectable, but she had to pull her hand away when Clara faltered in her licking. “This is for me. Not you. Don’t stop, or I will.”

She used the hand in her wife’s hair to pull her close, and Clara grumbled indistinctly before beginning to flutter her tongue over Sonia’s most sensitive point once more. She returned to rubbing Clara’s clit, firm passes with the slick pads of her fingers that made her wife moan. It didn’t take long for Sonia’s orgasm to near. Clara’s skilled tongue and the unfamiliar but intoxicating thrill of dominance had a hot tension ready to snap inside her. Sonia quickened her fingers, trying to hold back from her peak and using her knowledge of her lover’s body to bring her wife to the edge with her.

She was the only one to tip over, though, and Clara whined in disappointment as Sonia let out a low moan. She clutched at Clara’s hair, wave after wave of bliss rocking her body and leaving her weak. Her legs tensed and spasmed, her stomach flexing with each bolt of pleasure. Despite being denied, Clara didn’t stop, drawing out her wife’s orgasm until Sonia pulled away from her relentless tongue, breathless and overstimulated.

“Mmm…” Sonia looked down to meet Clara’s eyes, her legs still pinning her wife down. “That… That was really good, baby.”

There was an odd mix of lust, frustration and excitement on Clara’s now-damp face. She blinked a few times, her blue eyes bright. “Yeah…”

“Did you like it?” Sonia reached down to wipe a smear of wetness off her wife’s cheek and held her finger in front of Clara’s mouth. “Here, you missed some.”

Clara licked it, and paused a moment before responding. “It was different… good… but, ah…”

“You want to come?”

“Yeah.”

Sonia giggled. “I figured it was only fair to show you what it’s like. Super hot, but…”

“…frustrating,” Clara finished for her, smiling. “My arms are starting to feel numb. Could you…?”

“Sorry.” Sonia shifted back to straddle her waist and leaned down for a kiss as Clara stretched out her arms. She could taste herself on her wife’s lips and deepened the kiss anyway, a dirty thrill of excitement reigniting the heat in her belly.

“Still in charge?” Clara murmured when she pulled away.

“We did agree to the night,” Sonia said with a smile, resting her sweaty forehead against her wife’s. “But how about until you come? I want to see how you’re going to pay me back for this.”

“Alright…” After a moment, Clara’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you’re going to edge me all night.”

Sonia laughed. “No promises. You better be good…”

Many thanks to warlock_of_talk for helping me with this. All feedback is greatly appreciated.

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