Chapter 6
touch starved
Cassius
“Cass,” she calls, grabbing my attention, standing with her hands on those hips in front of the bed. She’s wearing a red lingerie set, garter belt and stockings with tall heels. My favorite. “Have you come since I last saw you?”
“No, ma’am. Not in sixteen days. I didn’t have your permission,” I add.
“Sixteen days is a long time. You must be so needy for me. Aren’t you, pet?” she teases, busying herself as she unmakes the bed.
“Yes. Yes, I am,” I admit, adjusting myself in my pants.
“We’ll see about that,” she adds in a low tone.
Madame sits on the edge of the bed, stretching her hands out behind her.
“I could sense how stressed you were. I thought we’d try something different tonight. How would you like to—”
“Yes. I’ll do anything.”
She bursts into laughter. “Now, Cassius. You’re a businessman. You know better. Listen to the terms before you sign the dotted line. And I’ve had enough of you interrupting me,” she warns.
“Yes, Mommy. I’m sorry. I’m just nervous,” I say, wiping my palms onto my slacks.
“Well, that’s a shame. Nervous boys don’t eat. You’d like to eat, right?”
“Yes, Madame. So badly.”
Please let me taste you.
“Show me,” she whispers.
I hold her gaze with pleading eyes as I wait for her command.
Please let me touch you.
“Crawl to me.”
I don’t even think before I drop to my knees and inch toward the bed.
“Good boy,” she croons.
Her praise washes over me as I kneel before her. A literal queen in every sense. Without command, I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her feet before resuming my spot.
She hums, looking pleased as she stands before me.
Her hands reach around to unclasp her bra and drop it in front of me.
Her full breasts ache to be worshipped, but she turns to put her round ass into view and bends over, tugging her panties to the side.
A ruby gem glints in the dim light, revealing a butt plug.
Then she pulls them back in place and takes her place on the bed with a devious smile.
Oh my God.
“Is that—”
“Yup,” she says, popping the p.
I remember what she said earlier and shake my head, not wanting my mouth to rob me of this opportunity.
“Why? Oh, you want the honors, huh?” she asks with a smug smile. “Then you’ll need to prove that you deserve it,” she adds, leveling me with a stare.
Yes. God, yes.
“Yes, Mommy. I’ll do anything,” I say, failing to disguise my need.
“Hmm. We’ll see about that,” she teases in a playful tone, staring down at me with a devious grin.
I’ll take whatever she offers until the clock runs out.
Silence overtakes us as I anxiously await her next command.
“Remove my panties,” she beckons, causing me to spring into action.
My hands reach for the thin lace covering her pussy, clinging to her wetness. I glance up at her with a smirk as I yank the panties over her thick thighs and help her step out of them.
I ball the fabric in my hands and because I am already racking up the punishments, I hold her gaze as I stash them in my pocket. She parts her lips and eyes me incredulously. Almost as if I’ve got her at a loss for words.
Time stills as I stare at her glistening pussy, mesmerized by the sight. Madame is so wet and needy for me. I’m practically shaking as I wait to be put to use.
“Taste me.”
I’ve waited far too long to hear those words. I oblige, burying my face between her thighs as her beautiful sighs wash over me. They are a song unlike any I’ve ever heard and they’ll replay in my mind for years to come.
She gasps as my tongue swipes through her seam, spurring me on. I swirl my tongue around her swollen clit, savoring this moment as my hands roam her curves. She rests a thigh on my shoulder as she holds my head, bucking against my face.
Fuck yes.
Madame’s pretty pussy clenches around my finger as I pump slowly. Her moans grow louder as I add another finger, groaning into her core as she arches into me.
She is so fucking perfect.
She rests her other thigh on my shoulder as I tease her with gentle flicks of my tongue.
My free hand travels up to her full breasts, heaving and desperate for my attention. I graze my thumb over her sensitive nipple, adding another finger as I fuck her faster.
“Cass,” she pants. “Right there.”
“Come for me, please? I earned it,” I urge.
I will gladly accept whatever punishment that earns me.
As if she needed my permission for once, her orgasm takes over with my name on her lips, and I don’t relent.
I can do better than that.
Her manicured hands press my face into her pussy as she rides out her pleasure, taking everything she deserves.
I’ll make her scream louder and come harder than ever, if she lets me.
Even still, I commit her to memory as I savor every drop of arousal I can squeeze from her.
If she changes her mind, at least I’ll have this.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, sitting up on her hands.
We hold eye contact as I remove my fingers and place them into her mouth. She moans and her cheeks hollow around the digits as she tastes herself. I could come right now at the sight of her. She removes them and presses a soft kiss to the back of my hand before guiding it to her breasts.
Do not say that you love her again.
Even if she does shit like that.
I pinch her nipples as my eyes search for permission to taste her again and she nods in silent agreement. My tongue delves inside her walls and I press my nose into her as she grinds against it. I apply pressure to the plug in her ass and she cries out, begging me not to stop.
Fuck, I love the sound of her begging, and could get used to it.
“Give me one more, please?” I urge, slipping my fingers inside once again, curling them until she screams. It’s the sweetest reward.
I lap up her arousal, holding my lips around her clit as she comes down, falling back onto the mattress. I remove my fingers and lick them clean, relishing her taste on my tongue.
Don’t fuck this up.
“Ma’am, may I stand?”
“Oh. Um—yeah. You can stand,” she manages through staggered breaths.
When I resume to my height, she pats the mattress and I waste no time, crawling in beside her. Madame climbs on top of me, resting her aching pussy against my bulge.
Oh my God.
“Cassius,” she whispers.
“Yes, Madame?”
“I need to feel you,” she admits with hungry eyes.
“Take it out,” I order gruffly. “Make me useful.”
She’s gonna make me regret that.
“That’s twice you’ve forgotten your place,” she warns. “You really want to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes, Madame.”
“Take off your shirt,” she orders.
As long as it ends with her mouth on me, I’ll take whatever she has planned.