Gripping her thigh with one hand, he used the leverage in conjunction with the arm she was pillowing her head on to pull her upright on top of him, straddling him. Even in the darkness he could see the surprise in the line of her body, silhouetted from the dim light coming in through his curtains, could feel it in the way she stiffened on top of him. Waiting to see what he would do.

Michael ran his hands up and down her thighs, teasing the hem of the shirt she was wearing - his shirt, actually. It reached mid-thigh on her because she was so petite.

“Hmmm,” he said, frowning. “I’m not a huge fan of not being able to see you at all.”

He reached out to flick the switch on his light. Straddling his hips, Ellie blinked down at him as her eyes adjusted, an excited and expectant expression on her face. Well, she wasn’t going to get everything she wanted, but she was going to get at least part of what she wanted.

“Hey there, pretty girl,” he said, grinning up at her as he slid his hands up her shirt, grasping it and pulling it off over her head. Now she was a naked pretty girl, sitting on top of his cock, which was so hard it could probably break a diamond. “Nice to see you.”

She looked a little uncomfortable at his close scrutiny, but in a good way. The squirminess of a submissive under the eye of a predatory Dom. Excited but apprehensive. Unfortunately, he was about to make her feel a lot more uncomfortable, probably in a less good way.

“So now that you’re up there, what are you going to do?”

“Do?” she asked, stilling. The wariness in her eyes increased.

“You’re the one who was teasing my cock,” he said.

The expression on her face turned almost shy. “I was kind of hoping you’d... that you’d um... just take over...”

Michael shook his head, already steeling himself for disappointment. “No, pretty girl. If we’re going to have sex tonight, it’s going to be vanilla.”

The expressions flickering across Ellie’s face were too fleeting for him to interpret. None of them looked particularly happy though. Neither was he, since he fully expected to hear ‘yellow’ or even ‘red’ and be left with an aching cock for the rest of the night. On the other hand, his inner sadist was going to be well satisfied from torturing both of them.

To his surprise, Ellie leaned forward. Her hands pressed down on his chest, her head lowered, and Michael closed her eyes as her lips met his for a sweet kiss. A kiss which slowly deepened as Michael slid his fingers around her neck, holding her in place.