At night, Rupert was waiting her to finish her meal. Either she was delaying to swallow her bites or he finished his dinner too quickly, being impatient to start his most favorite ritual, undressing Greta.
If she was slow on purpose, did that mean she wasn’t as enthusiastic as he was? That made him wonder, if she wasn’t going to let him undress her and spend time with her before sleep.
He was still grounded, so the options weren’t many. She could end his punishment or they could play that game again. Or, they could sleep. He decided to insist on not sleeping. If she didn’t let him have sex, he was going to man up and ask her to play. If things heated up, she could change her mind and they could have sex too.
Greta, on the other hand, wasn’t taking it slow on purpose. She was thinking what to do. How to persuade him to play. If he got turned on too much? Was she going to let him have sex with her? She wanted to. But if she told him that he was still grounded before they started and changed her mind in the heat of the moment, that was going to show him that she was weak. He was going to think that she couldn’t resist the desire to have sex with him. She didn’t want him to see her that way, it was too early to act like that. Was she taking over Rupert’s medieval or rustic concerns as her own? Instead of releasing him from his? She wasn’t even aware of that possibility.
She was sure that he was going to skip the play part if she ended his punishment. To be frustrated again. This game was the only way she could find to help him and herself on this problem. She was sincere when she was thinking that, she didn’t find this as an excuse to pursue her fantasy.
But her fantasy was a key to eradicate this problem completely, even if he never managed to control his first orgasm. She could go down on him, then he could go down on her while waiting for his second round. She would be ready for her man when he was ready. Perfect solution. They were very close to oral sex, so she decided not to let him have her until he at least kissed her pussy.
She remembered that she still had her biggest weapons. She knew that she could mesmerize him with her breasts. He only saw them once and he never had the chance to touch them. She remembered his face when he was staring at them. She could start making him kiss them first. That way, he could understand that it was OK to kiss anywhere on a woman’s body. But she was going to save them for later, for the right time. Those were the thoughts making her linger while having her meal.
She finished her meal.
When they were in their positions and Rupert was reaching her dress, she said “Punished” showing his crotch.
Rupert had a short freaking out session forgetting he had one more option and his decision on pursuing that option. It didn’t feel that easy at that moment, not as easy as he was making that decision.
He said “Play?” he was planning to act cool about it but he couldn’t help himself and added “Please?” with a begging expression in his face.
Greta was surprised to see that happen so easily and she was very happy. She couldn’t react fast; she wasn’t sure if she wanted to show him that she was willing to do this too or not. They both were trying to act cool but she was a native in that area. She decided to hide her willingness, because she could need to ask him to do that in another time. She wanted to save face for that occasion. She decided to act reluctant about it “Now?” making a ‘maybe’ expression pouting her lower lip.
Then she said “OK.” as if she was condescending to him. Rupert, on the other hand was oblivious to her little acts or strategies, he was ecstatic and horrified at the same time, waiting for the answer. When he heard her say “OK.” he couldn’t control his face.
Greta kept herself from laughing because a smile appeared on his face, with his open mouth from ear to ear. She didn’t know he was into this that much. She couldn’t stand anymore and hugged him and kissed him, she loved him very much. She collected herself and acted as if that didn’t happen. That made her very happy and she felt hopeful about reaching her goal. She was going to extend his punishment until she made him kiss her pussy. If he kissed it that night, he was going to have some too.
Rupert had another plan. He was after touching her naked breasts. The night before, he touched them over her bra and nightgown and felt the incredible thing in his hands, at least the gist of it. He wanted the full thing, the real feeling.
He undressed her and waited for her to remove her bra. She didn’t.
This was a disappointment for Rupert. He was prepared to touch her breasts. He was planning this since the morning. He even spent time to soften the hard dry skin parts in his palm when Greta wasn’t looking. He used his teeth and spit in the beginning, then he used a stone to gently grind on those parts until they weren’t that hard or edgy. He didn’t want to hurt or annoy her; he definitely didn’t want to scratch her smooth skin. He really looked forward to touching them.
She sat down and waited for Rupert to turn off the light. Normally, she wanted to see things and she had no problem in showing things. But she had an agenda that night. She knew that Rupert liked what he saw under the moonlight and he loved touching her pussy. She wasn’t that sure if he was going to like it when he saw it clearly. If he saw something that irritated or disgusted him, she would never be able to succeed in making him kiss her pussy. He even could want her less in any way. It had to be dark. She waited.
Rupert was already in his briefs, looking at her. She pointed at the light bulb. Rupert didn’t want it to be dark, she already saw everything, it was his turn. He said “Why?”
She pointed at the light bulb again, scowled making her eyes big and inflating her cheeks.
Rupert was losing every fight against her. He turned off the lights.
Within ten minutes, they were exactly in the same positions as the night before. They did almost everything the same and she held his head to pull it towards her pussy again. He reacted the same way, making Greta unnerved. This time she didn’t play with herself, she made him do it until she came. Rupert was able to observe more this time.
He was lying between her legs, playing with her secret button and looking at her face. Then she guided his hand the way she wanted and he was all around her sensitive parts. Those skins, the button, he even managed to find the secret gateway himself. He understood that he wasn’t seeing it because it was at a lower part which was out of moonlight’s reach. He wished the lights were on, wondering if that opening wasn’t completely covered by those little curtains. After finding that passage, he even dipped his finger and his two fingers without her guidance, noticing that she was liking it.
At one point, he was using his both hands, one staying on the magical button which he admired very much, the other moving in and out of her passage, on the skin curtain and everywhere. He was lucky that his fingers were in her when she started to convulse and shiver. He felt his fingers being squeezed in there, just as his manhood was in their first night. That night it was more intense but this time he learned more things.