Page 19 of Breaking Vincent

Because I could. I could own his ass as he treats me with the uppermost respect, just like a good Master deserves.

He clicks his long fingers and points to his mouth again, “Are you going to do something or not? Because my friends are out there waiting for me.” He shrugs his shoulders, “If you don’t want me, that’s fine. I know plenty of people who would happily take your place.”

The pet-nameBratfits him well. I’ve not even done anything yet and he’s already being snarky.

He makes a move to stand up, but I stop him with my hand clamped around the back of his neck. “Tell me, brat, just who do you think you’re talking to like that?”

I stroke my fingertips up the back of his latex-covered skull before I wrap his ponytail around my fist, “Because I know it's not me.” I tug on his hair, making the dog collar strain around his neck. “If you want to leave that’s fine. Just remember, you’re the one who followed me in here.”

I unwrap my fist from his hair and stroke my fingers through the strands, it's silky under my touch. Unlocking the bathroom door, I look over my shoulder as I hear him scramble to stand up.

“No, wait.” He steps towards me and plasters himself to my back. The heat coming from his body is insane and I have to force myself to not lean back into his touch.

I take a deep breath, before I say, “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

He steps back, taking the warmth with him. “Sorry, but please don’t go. I’ve been watching you all night.”

I turn around and look at him “Then tell me what you want. My shift finished fifteen minutes ago and I'd rather not be stuck in a bathroom playing guessing games.”

“I want to touch you,” he whispers.

I grab his hand and place it at the base of my neck, “Like this?”

His eyes dart between my eyes and the skin on my throat. Even though I can barely see his mouth through the zipper gap, I can see the smirk on his lips.

“Not as sexual as I had hoped, but it’s a start.”

I lean to the side of him and push the toilet seat down. “Sit.”

He looks at the seat and then looks back at me. “You want me to sit on a dirty toilet? Why?”

“Don’t make me say it again.” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to do as I said.

He huffs and plonks himself down. “Great. Now what?”

I lean back against the door and keep my lips shut.It doesn’t take long for him to get frustrated. His foot taps a steady beat on the tiled floor as he drums his long fingers against his thigh.

He tuts when I don’t do anything. Finally, he begins to stand up and groans, “Fuck this.”

“Sit the fuck back down,” I bark at him.

He narrows his eyes into tiny slits. “Why? Why are you doing this if you aren’t interested?”

I smirk as I cup my crotch, showing him how interested I really am. His eyes drop to the obvious bulge in my trousers.

“Sit down.”

He takes a deep breath and blows it out his nose before he sits his ass back down.

“Do you consent to us playing together?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes. “Obviously.”

I raise a brow at him.

“Ok, yes I consent. Please just do something,” he begs.

“Stand up and unfasten your trousers.”