Jamie-Kate stomped back into her office, exasperated. "Damn it, Mike!" she seethed, slamming her briefcase down on her desk. "I specifically asked you to get me a new couch this week, and here we are with nothing but the same old eyesore."
Mike, her assistant, cowered in his chair, looking up nervously. "I'm sorry, Jamie-Kate," he stammered. "I-I tried my best, but the vendor was out of stock and they're not—"
"Save it," she interrupted, cutting him off mid-sentence. "I've heard enough excuses. Clear my schedule for the rest of the day, and tell me when the couch is going to arrive." With that, she stalked out of her office, leaving Mike shaken and uncertain.
Later that evening, as Jamie-Kate sat at home fuming over the thought of having to spend another evening on her uncomfortable couch, she hatched a plan. She grabbed some duct tape, a few pillows, and a towel before hurrying over to Mike's apartment.
Mike answered the door looking surprised, but before he could protest, Jamie-Kate roughly pushed him inside and bound him to a chair in his living room with the duct tape. His eyes widened in fear as she approached him with the towel in her hands. "No, please!" he begged pathetically. "What are you doing?"
Ignoring his pleas, Jamie-Kate shoved him face-first onto his couch and lay down across his back, pressing her bare bottom into his face. "Your face is going to be my new couch for tonight," she hissed, smirking wickedly. "And trust me, it's much more comfortable than that old thing you call furniture."
As she began to grind her hips against him in a slow, sensual rhythm, Mike couldn't help but groan in pleasure underneath her. He felt hot breath on his neck as Jamie-Kate whispered naughty things in his ear, her body moving in perfect sync with his.
"Oh, God, yes," he moaned, arching his back involuntarily. "Do it, Jamie-Kate. Make me feel good." His words sent shivers down her spine as she increased the tempo of her motions.
Hours passed, and Jamie-Kate's punishment turned into a steamy session of passionate facesitting. Mike had never known pleasure like this before, and he found himself growing more and more aroused by the feeling of her warm body grinding against his face.
Finally, as dawn broke over the city and Jamie-Kate's energy began to wane, she dismounted from her new couch, leaving Mike panting on the floor. She giggled as she pulled him to his feet and untaped him from the chair. "That was... unlike anything I've ever experienced," he gasped, still slightly disoriented.
"Consider it your punishment for not getting me a new couch," she replied, smirking mischievously. "Now get some rest. We've got a long day tomorrow." With that, she sauntered out of his apartment, leaving Mike wondering just what she had planned for the next time he disappointed her.
