He made the joke so casually, so innocently, that it almost slipped past me. But when I caught it, I couldn’t help but smile. Really smile. The kind that made his eyes widen just a fraction, like he’d just realized he’d stepped into something he didn’t fully understand. “Your feet look cute when you cross your legs like that,” he’d said, his tone teasing, his grin easy. I tilted my head, my expression sweet, but my mind was already racing. “Oh?” I said, my voice soft, almost innocent. “You think so?” He chuckled, shrugging, completely unaware of the trap he’d just sprung on himself. “Yeah, I mean, they just look… delicate or something. I don’t know.” That was all the invitation I needed. Without another word, I stood, my movements slow, deliberate, and crossed the room to him. He blinked up at me, his smile faltering just a little as I leaned down, my face inches from his. “Strip,” I said, my voice low, commanding. His eyes widened, his mouth opening like he was about to protest. But I didn’t give him the chance. “Now.” He hesitated for only a second before he started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, his hands trembling just slightly. I stepped back, watching him, my arms crossed, my expression calm, patient. When he was down to his boxers, I raised an eyebrow. “All of it.” He swallowed hard, but he didn’t argue. Off came the boxers, and there he was, completely exposed, his cock already half-hard just from the command in my voice. I gestured to the bed. “Lie down.” He obeyed without hesitation, stretching out on the mattress, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. I climbed up beside him, settling on my knees, my dress riding up slightly as I did. I didn’t touch him, not yet. Instead, I let my foot drift over his abs, slow and soft, like I was just absentmindedly stretching. He sucked in a sharp breath when the ball of my foot settled right on his cock—already twitching, already so responsive to the faintest touch. I smiled, my toes flexing slightly, applying just a little pressure, just enough to make him gasp. “This is my new game,” I said, my voice sweet, almost playful. “And you’re going to follow the rules. Understand?” He nodded, his eyes locked on mine. “Yes,” he whispered. “Good boy.” I pressed down a little harder, dragging my foot up and down the length of his cock, slow, deliberate, the smooth skin of my sole sliding against him. Bare skin against bare skin. It wasn’t about force. It was about control. His breath hitched, his hips twitching, but he stayed still, his hands gripping the sheets like he was afraid to move. I kept the rhythm steady, my foot moving in long, languid strokes, the pressure just enough to make his cock throb, the tip already wet with pre-cum. “Close already?” I teased, my voice light, almost innocent. He shook his head quickly, but his body betrayed him, his thighs tensing, his abs clenching as his cock pulsed under my foot. I let him get close, so close, before I pulled my foot away, leaving him gasping, his hips jerking up in a desperate attempt to chase the contact. “Ah-ah,” I said, my tone firm. “You’re not allowed to move. That’s the rule.” He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow, but he obeyed, his hands tightening on the sheets as he forced himself to stay still. I let him suffer for a moment before I pressed my foot down again, this time letting my toes brush against the tip of his cock, rubbing lazy little circles that made his whole body shudder. His breath came in short, uneven gasps, his cock throbbing under my touch, desperate for more. He was begging early. Quietly at first, just whispered pleas under his breath. Then a little louder, his voice breaking as I pulled my foot away again, leaving him twitching, leaking, so close but so far from release. “Please,” he whispered, his voice raw, his eyes wide and pleading as he looked up at me. I ignored him, my expression calm, almost bored, as I let my foot drift back down, the ball of my foot pressing against his cock, the pressure light, teasing, just enough to make him moan but not enough to let him finish. “Please,” he said again, louder this time, his body trembling from the effort of holding still, of holding back. He looked up at me like a fucking puppy—eyes wide, lips parted, his cock twitching with every beat of his heart. I leaned in, brushing my toes against his inner thigh, the touch feather-light, almost cruel in its gentleness. “You think you’ve earned it already?” I asked, my voice soft, almost tender. He shook his head slowly, his body shaking, his cock so hard it was almost painful to look at. “That’s what I thought,” I whispered, slipping off the bed. I stood there for a moment, watching him, my expression calm, almost indifferent. “Be a slut and stay just like that.” He whimpered, his hips jerking slightly, his cock throbbing as I turned and walked out of the room, leaving him aching, twitching, and so, so close. The sound of his muffled groan followed me down the hall, and I couldn’t help but smile. Perfect.

He made the joke so casually, so innocently, that it almost slipped past me. But when I caught it, I couldn’t help but smile. _Really_ smile. The kind that made his eyes widen just a fraction, like he’d just realized he’d stepped into something he didn’t fully understand. “Your feet look cute when you cross your legs like that,” he’d said, his tone teasing, his grin easy. 

I tilted my head, my expression sweet, but my mind was already racing. “Oh?” I said, my voice soft, almost innocent. “You think so?” 

He chuckled, shrugging, completely unaware of the trap he’d just sprung on himself. “Yeah, I mean, they just look… delicate or something. I don’t know.” 

That was all the invitation I needed. 

Without another word, I stood, my movements slow, deliberate, and crossed the room to him. He blinked up at me, his smile faltering just a little as I leaned down, my face inches from his. “Strip,” I said, my voice low, commanding. 

His eyes widened, his mouth opening like he was about to protest. But I didn’t give him the chance. “Now.” 

He hesitated for only a second before he started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, his hands trembling just slightly. I stepped back, watching him, my arms crossed, my expression calm, patient. When he was down to his boxers, I raised an eyebrow. “All of it.” 

He swallowed hard, but he didn’t argue. Off came the boxers, and there he was, completely exposed, his cock already half-hard just from the command in my voice. I gestured to the bed. “Lie down.” 

He obeyed without hesitation, stretching out on the mattress, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. I climbed up beside him, settling on my knees, my dress riding up slightly as I did. I didn’t touch him, not yet. Instead, I let my foot drift over his abs, slow and soft, like I was just absentmindedly stretching. 

He sucked in a sharp breath when the ball of my foot settled right on his cock—already twitching, already so responsive to the faintest touch. I smiled, my toes flexing slightly, applying just a little pressure, just enough to make him gasp. 

“This is my new game,” I said, my voice sweet, almost playful. “And you’re going to follow the rules. Understand?” 

He nodded, his eyes locked on mine. “Yes,” he whispered. 

“Good boy.” I pressed down a little harder, dragging my foot up and down the length of his cock, slow, deliberate, the smooth skin of my sole sliding against him. Bare skin against bare skin. It wasn’t about force. It was about control. 

His breath hitched, his hips twitching, but he stayed still, his hands gripping the sheets like he was afraid to move. I kept the rhythm steady, my foot moving in long, languid strokes, the pressure just enough to make his cock throb, the tip already wet with pre-cum. 

“Close already?” I teased, my voice light, almost innocent. 

He shook his head quickly, but his body betrayed him, his thighs tensing, his abs clenching as his cock pulsed under my foot. I let him get close, so close, before I pulled my foot away, leaving him gasping, his hips jerking up in a desperate attempt to chase the contact. 

“Ah-ah,” I said, my tone firm. “You’re not allowed to move. That’s the rule.” 

He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow, but he obeyed, his hands tightening on the sheets as he forced himself to stay still. 

I let him suffer for a moment before I pressed my foot down again, this time letting my toes brush against the tip of his cock, rubbing lazy little circles that made his whole body shudder. His breath came in short, uneven gasps, his cock throbbing under my touch, desperate for more. 

He was begging early. Quietly at first, just whispered pleas under his breath. Then a little louder, his voice breaking as I pulled my foot away again, leaving him twitching, leaking, so close but so far from release. 

“Please,” he whispered, his voice raw, his eyes wide and pleading as he looked up at me. 

I ignored him, my expression calm, almost bored, as I let my foot drift back down, the ball of my foot pressing against his cock, the pressure light, teasing, just enough to make him moan but not enough to let him finish. 

“Please,” he said again, louder this time, his body trembling from the effort of holding still, of holding back. He looked up at me like a fucking puppy—eyes wide, lips parted, his cock twitching with every beat of his heart. 

I leaned in, brushing my toes against his inner thigh, the touch feather-light, almost cruel in its gentleness. “You think you’ve earned it already?” I asked, my voice soft, almost tender. 

He shook his head slowly, his body shaking, his cock so hard it was almost painful to look at. 

“That’s what I thought,” I whispered, slipping off the bed. I stood there for a moment, watching him, my expression calm, almost indifferent. “Be a slut and stay just like that.” 

He whimpered, his hips jerking slightly, his cock throbbing as I turned and walked out of the room, leaving him aching, twitching, and so, so close. 

The sound of his muffled groan followed me down the hall, and I couldn’t help but smile. _Perfect._

"Kept edging him with my foot just to see how long he’d beg!"
-inkKinkx

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