Chapter 5 Steele
FIVE
STEELE
What the fuck am I doing?
Not only did I lose my entire goddamn head by crawling for this girl, but I’m pretty sure I loved every minute of it.
In fact, by the time I got my mouth on her, I was fighting the urge to bust all over the mattress.
I had to do a mental run-through of the entire Rage playbook, just so I didn’t embarrass myself.
And all I can think about is how I want more.
This is not who I am. I don’t lose control, and I sure as hell don’t give it away willingly.
Yet here I am, ready to hand my balls over to a complete stranger just for the chance to lick her pussy one more time.
In my defense, she’s hot as fuck and tastes sweeter than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Pair that with her sassy attitude, soft skin, and the clit piercing I want to tug on until she explodes again, and she can boss me around all she wants.
I’ll unpack all of that later, when I’m crying in the shower, grieving my manhood. But for now, I’m property of this sexual goddess. I just want to make her feel good…and maybe earn the opportunity to bury myself inside her warm, wet cunt.
“Was that okay?” I ask, not that I need her to vocalize the answer.
It’s written all over her face with those flushed cheeks and dickmatized stare.
She almost looks as though she wasn’t expecting me to know what I was doing down there—like she hasn’t been properly eaten in a long damn time.
Lucky for her, I’m addicted already. I’ll happily do it over and over until she can’t possibly take another second.
She swallows, wetting her lips as she nods. “Yeah. It was amazing.”
Channeling my inner submissive, I pull from the list of things that normally turn me on.
If I’m at her mercy, I at least want to do it right.
“What else can I do to make you feel good?” I barely recognize my own voice as I speak the words, but judging by the shaky breath that leaks from her lungs as her blue eyes flutter closed, they hit their mark like a heat-seeking missile.
“I’m going to touch you now,” she rasps, sitting up.
I push back onto my knees, fighting the urge to kiss her as she stays close, until she’s on all fours in front of me.
Her pert little ass wiggles while she settles in, looking up at me with mischief written all over her features.
I get a split second of relief when the illusion of being in control washes over me, but it’s short-lived, her next sentence reminding me that she’s still the one in command.
“You may put your hands on me gently, but do not come without my permission. Understood?”
“Yes,” I choke out, but it gets caught in my throat as she trails one manicured fingernail from the base of my erection to the tip, stopping to play with the bead of precum that’s ready to drip onto the sheets.
She’s fucking perfection, the arch of her back luring me in like a siren’s song as she licks her palm and grips my shaft gently.
I immediately want more, but I know better than to make any kinds of demands right now, so I clench my butt cheeks, warding off the tingling in my balls.
“You might just have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” she praises, stroking slowly.
She twists and teases, using her thumb to explore each barbell as she passes over them.
It feels incredible, and we’ve barely even started.
I have no idea how I’ll last, or how I’ll be able to stop myself from exploding if she continues what she’s doing.
More precum oozes from my slit, catching her attention as she watches it gather. A hungry, devious smirk tugs at her plump lips, and if I thought I was struggling to keep my cool before, it was nothing compared to the way I feel when she leans forward and licks it up.
“Fuck,” I curse, absentmindedly bringing my hand to her hair and weaving through the golden strands.
It’s meant to be a gentle touch, as to obey her rules, but quickly turns rough when she sucks the tip of my cock, pulling out even more of the sticky arousal.
The move makes me grunt loudly, my fingers flexing into a fist and gripping tightly before I can stop them.
But it’s too late, anyway. I’ve already disobeyed, and I’m about to pay for it.
“Bad boy,” she scolds as she pulls away, landing a tight slap to my erection.
I whimper involuntarily, the sting zapping through my body and blooming into something that could definitely be classified as both pain and pleasure.
I didn’t mean to defy her, but I’d be lying if I said the dominant fire in her eyes as she delivers another slap doesn’t make me want to do it all night long.
Fuck, how is she hotter when she’s mad?
“I told you to be gentle. What do you think I should do with you if you can’t follow instructions?” Her gaze lowers to the angry red tip of my cock, and we both watch as a heavy string of translucent liquid drops onto the sheet between us.
“I’m sorry,” I grit through clenched teeth. “I couldn’t help it. I didn’t mean to—”
“That’s not what I asked,” she replies firmly, looking up at me.
Blood pounds against my pulse points, every instinct in my body screaming at me to get the fuck out of this room.
She’s still on her hands and knees, face nearly level with my raging hard cock, yet the dominant aura surrounding her has me feeling like I’m about two inches tall.
“If you were in my shoes, and I had disobeyed, what would happen?” she asks, reminding me of her question.
But all that does is make my head spin with visions of her spread out on the cross while I flog her for being defiant.
I’d give anything to see her like that, her tiny little body trembling with the need to release as the leather kissed her skin.
Not allowing myself to fall further into the fantasy, I shake my head rapidly, swallowing before I croak out my response. “I’d punish you.”
Apparently, that’s the right answer—or maybe the wrong one—because she pushes up to her knees and twists around, returning with the vibrating cock ring in her hand. My eyes lock onto it again, blood screaming through my veins as I anticipate what’s to come.
“You okay with this?” she questions softly, bringing a careful hand to my chest as she checks in. To be honest, I have no idea how I’m okay with any of this, but it’s like my body and brain are completely disconnected as I nod in consent.
“You can stop this whenever you want. Just say the word.”
I exhale slowly, reassured by the reminder as she crawls over to the nightstand and produces a condom and a small bottle of lube.
Watching with rapt attention, I don’t even blink when she tears the foil wrapper open and carefully rolls the latex down my shaft until it’s secure.
Next, she squirts a generous amount of the clear liquid into her palm, returning her touch to my impossibly hard cock and covering the entire length before lowering to my balls and rolling them gently.
My vision blurs at the contact, and I swallow a desperate whimper before it has time to crawl up my throat.
“I’m going to put on the ring,” she says. “It should be tight, but it shouldn’t hurt or pinch. If you’re uncomfortable, let me know, and I’ll take it off. There are other styles in there, too, if you don’t like this one.”
“Okay,” I groan, my eyes falling shut when she slides the toy down my length, careful not to catch on my piercings.
I throb against it, the feeling only becoming more intense when she secures the second band around my sac.
The vibrating bullet rests at the top of my base, ready to be turned on and pressed to her pretty little clit.
I want to drive her wild, like she’s done to me since the moment she showed me her dripping cunt.
She roots around on the mattress blindly, patting until she finds what she’s looking for and holding it up between us. I can see it perfectly—the remote for the bullet—but nothing prepares me for the mind-melting sensation that zips through me when she powers it on.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my entire body pitching forward. She places a hand on my chest to steady me, gliding it upward until my cheeks are squeezed between her thumb and fingers.
“Look at me, baby boy,” she orders, and I lift my head, locking my gaze onto hers.
She’s a fucking goddess, power and control radiating from her small frame.
This may not be a normal dynamic for me, but I can see why men want it with women like her.
No matter how many submissives I have after this, or scenes I’m a part of, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’ll never forget the way it feels to get lost in her deep blue eyes.
“I’m going to edge you,” she tells me. “If you’re good and don’t come before I give you permission, I’ll let you fuck me. But if I think you’re about to disobey, I’ll turn off the toy and ruin your orgasm. Understood?”
I swallow, darting my tongue out to wet my lips. My mouth feels like it’s shoved full of cotton balls, and my brain is refusing to focus on anything other than the fact that what she’s giving me right now isn’t nearly enough. It’s agony. Sweet, delicious agony.
She continues gripping onto my face, the remote in the other hand as she quirks a brow and repeats herself. “Understood?”
I can barely even form a coherent thought right now, the vibrations against my cock consuming every part of me.
Between that and the fact that I can still taste her pussy on my tongue, I don’t think I have a single drop of blood above the belt.
Yet I dig deep in an attempt to answer her because I know she won’t continue without my consent.
“Y-yes.”
Nailed it.