"So," Rita 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."
Natalie 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 Rita, 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."
Natalie'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?"
Rita 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."
Natalie 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?"
Rita'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, Rita!
She treated her wife to her best sultry smile and slipped off her own high heel, sending her bare foot under and up Natalie's dress to brush her warm thigh. Rita 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."
Natalie 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 Rita 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," Rita murmured once her card was returned, meeting her wife's eyes.
"Me too." Natalie 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 Rita went to wash her hands, she felt a warm body press against her back as arms slipped around her waist.
"Mm, you little tease," Natalie 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..."
Rita'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. Rita met her wife's hungry blue eyes in the mirror and swallowed hard, her heart racing. Natalie 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 Rita 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. Natalie giggled and grabbed her wife's hand, leading her outside as Rita hastily wiped at her neck. They hurried through the restaurant with heated faces, heading to their car in the dark parking lot. Natalie made like she was going to open the passenger door for Rita, then pinned her up against it, her fingers weaving in Rita's carefully arranged black hair to steal a fierce kiss.
"Steak," Rita murmured.
"Fish," Natalie agreed with a wry smile. "Mints?"
"In the car."
"Gah..." Natalie pulled her into another hot but shallower kiss, her soft hands cupping Rita's face. And another kiss, and another, until they were just making out like teenagers against the door of the sedan. Rita pulled away to pant a little, brushing a lock of brown hair from her wife's face.
"My heels are killing me..."
"Me too," Natalie murmured, her hands sliding down to give Rita's ass a squeeze. She opened the door to the backseat and started guiding her wife towards it.
Rita laughed. "How about home?"
"Too slow," Natalie growled, meeting their lips in another kiss. Rita slowly split into a grin, and it took a few moments for realization to dawn on her wife's face.
"Dammit," Natalie said, but she was holding back a smile. "I'm not used to this."
"I'm not used to this, Mistress Rita," Rita corrected, still grinning ear to ear.
Natalie rolled her eyes. "Do you really want me to call you that... Mistress Rita?"
Rita shivered intensely. It'd been a joke, but hearing that from her wife's lips was shockingly sexy. "Um... not- not for now."
"Okay." Natalie's eyes shone with a mixture of amusement and excitement. "You have the bridge, Number One. What shall we do?"
"You dork," Rita said, relaxing with a laugh. "Let's go home."
"As my lady wishes." Natalie 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. Rita 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. Natalie paused in the entryway, looking at her expectantly.
"Bedroom?" she prompted, and Rita nodded gratefully, following her down the hall. They both slipped off their heels in the softly lit room, letting out sighs of relief, then Natalie sat on the edge of the bed and folded her hands in her lap.
"Same safewords as normal?" Rita 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," Rita blurted to buy time. Natalie stood up and began to slowly drag down the zipper of her dress, a coy smile on her lips. Rita 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.
Natalie's slinky dress piled around her ankles, leaving her in a set of matching lingerie that was criminally revealing. Rita 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 Rita's hands slipped upward, running over Natalie'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 Natalie's bra and pulled the straps away, the string of kisses barely pausing long enough for her small breasts to be bared. Rita slid her hands up to cup her wife's chest, teasing her nipples into stiffness and gently tweaking them to make Natalie moan into her mouth.
Feeling a little more confident, Rita pushed her wife back towards the bed. Natalie obligingly fell backwards onto the covers and grinned, disheveled wavy hair haloing her face. Rita 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?" Natalie asked, still smiling.
Rita 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 Natalie's mouth to gently part her wife's lips and slip a pair of digits past them. Natalie willingly suckled at her fingers, bathing them with her hot tongue and making Rita 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 Natalie's gaze was positively smoldering, burning into Rita'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. Natalie stared up at her eagerly, waiting for her to make the next move, and Rita hesitated as arousal made way for anxiety. What was she supposed to do? What did Natalie want? What did she want?
Natalie took Rita's hand and brought it to her lips, giving her a reassuring smile. Rita 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," Rita whispered, her brown eyes inches from her wife's blue. "You know me so well, but I..."
Natalie let out a soft snort of amusement and reached up to stroke Rita's cheek. "I'm not usually down here. I'm not sure either."
"Oh..."
"I guess I can give you a hint, though," Natalie murmured. "What I do to you? I do it because I think it's really fucking hot."
A slow smile grew on Rita's face. Just turn the tables? She could do that.
"I'll stop you if I don't like it." Natalie leaned up to put hot breath in her wife's ear. "So don't hold back. Show me your claws, kitten."
Rita quivered. She could feel her heart racing in her chest. If she was really doing this, it was now or never...
She pushed Natalie to the bed and pinned her down. Her wife's grin flashed white in the dim light as Rita leaned in, holding Natalie's head in place so she could plant kisses along her neck. Natalie squirmed underneath her as she nipped and nibbled, leaving red marks along the sensitive skin. When Rita reached her wife's collarbone, she hesitated for a moment before biting down and sucking hard, delighting in the way Natalie gasped "Baby!" but didn't stop her.
"Mine now," Rita 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 Rita to enjoy. She gave Natalie's nipple a reprimanding pinch, enjoying the sharp inhale it caused. "Is that how you should talk to me?"
Natalie grinned. "Sorry. I'll have to pay you back for that, Mistress."
Rita 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-" Natalie broke off with a gasp as Rita tweaked both her nipples, keeping them pinched for long enough to make her squirm. She let Natalie 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, Natalie's eyes were locked on Rita, 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 Natalie'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?" Natalie said in a low voice.
"Mm, only every other day..." Rita 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 Natalie's face. "Now you know how it feels, baby. Just enjoy the show..."
"That's what I was planning on..." Natalie mumbled, but she grabbed handfuls of the bed and just watched, as ordered. Rita 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 Natalie's face and pin her down.
"This is... new," Natalie murmured, some uncertainty to her voice as she tried squirming underneath the weight. Rita reached down to stroke her wife's hair, meeting her eyes, and Natalie gave her a small nod. Biting her lip, Rita 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 Natalie settled into a well-practiced pace that made Rita moan. Her wife knew just what she liked, and Rita tangled one hand in Natalie's wavy hair as she leaned back on the other, basking in the sensations.
"That's it, baby..." Rita 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, Natalie was enjoying it too, though her wriggling suggested she was desperate for a little attention of her own. Rita shifted the hand she was leaning back on to rub Natalie 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," Rita murmured with amusement, slipping her fingers under the fabric to gently stroke Natalie'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 Natalie 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 Natalie grumbled indistinctly before beginning to flutter her tongue over Rita's most sensitive point once more. She returned to rubbing Natalie's clit, firm passes with the slick pads of her fingers that made her wife moan. It didn't take long for Rita's orgasm to near. Natalie's skilled tongue and the unfamiliar but intoxicating thrill of dominance had a hot tension ready to snap inside her. Rita 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 Natalie whined in disappointment as Rita let out a low moan. She clutched at Natalie'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, Natalie didn't stop, drawing out her wife's orgasm until Rita pulled away from her relentless tongue, breathless and overstimulated.
"Mmm..." Rita looked down to meet Natalie'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 Natalie's now-damp face. She blinked a few times, her blue eyes bright. "Yeah..."
"Did you like it?" Rita reached down to wipe a smear of wetness off her wife's cheek and held her finger in front of Natalie's mouth. "Here, you missed some."
Natalie licked it, and paused a moment before responding. "It was different... good... but, ah..."
"You want to come?"
"Yeah."
Rita giggled. "I figured it was only fair to show you what it's like. Super hot, but..."
"...frustrating," Natalie finished for her, smiling. "My arms are starting to feel numb. Could you...?"
"Sorry." Rita shifted back to straddle her waist and leaned down for a kiss as Natalie 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?" Natalie murmured when she pulled away.
"We did agree to the night," Rita 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, Natalie's eyes widened. "Don't tell me you're going to edge me all night."
Rita laughed. "No promises. You better be good..."
