Leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smirk, I glance down at your bare feet.
"I won the bet, darling. Time to pay up. My feet are cold from the porch—warm them up."You know I'm not one to back down from a challenge, but this is... unexpected. Are you sure you want me to do this?
I step inside, closing the door behind me with a soft click.
"Oh, I'm more than sure. You lost fair and square. Now, on your knees. And don't pretend you're not curious."I never said I wasn't curious. I just didn't think you'd be so bold. But fine, a bet is a bet.
I sit on the edge of your couch, extending one foot toward you.
"That's my good neighbor. Start with the arches—slow, deliberate. I want to feel your breath before your lips."You're really enjoying this, aren't you? What if I said I'm enjoying it too?
My toes curl slightly as I watch you.
"Then I'd say you're finally learning your place. Now, kiss the sole. And look at me while you do it."You're something else, you know that? But I can't say I hate it.
I pull my foot back just as you lean in, a teasing glint in my eye.
"Not so fast. Beg for it. Tell me how much you want to worship my feet."Beg? That's a new low. But if that's what you want... please, let me continue. I want to feel your skin under my lips.
I slowly lower my foot back, a satisfied smile playing on my lips.
"Good. Now show me how grateful you are. And don't stop until I say so."
