“Well what are you gunna do about that?” Tony grinned turning his head to look in her eyes. “I said I wanted you to take control.” He kissed her lips softly. “Do something about it,“ he said with a devilish smirk.
“Why do I always have to do all the work?” she muttered under her breath. Precluding an answer, she pressed back into the kiss, making it slow but filling it with longing and need. With startling abruptness, she pulled away, sliding off his lap to sprawl across the cushions. “You want control?” Summer murmured, eyelashes lowering. “All right. Stand up, Tony.”
Tony laughed, seeing Summer spread out all over the couch. He did as he was told and got to his feet. “Now what?” He asked looking down at her. “Is this the part where you rip off the rest of my clothes?” He winked.
“Oh, no. Not at all.” She folded her hands behind her head. “This is the part where you kneel for me. Do you know what a safeword is, Tony?”