Chapter 4 #2
I place a kiss on the soft flesh of her lower belly, and she tenses underneath me.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” I admit, replacing my lips with my other hand, pressing down into her. I can almost feel my fingers inside, curling up to meet my other palm. Margot’s hips thrust up as she moans my name, a blessing and a curse from her tongue.
“I prefer when you’re the one squirming,” she says, and I can almost hear the wry grin in her words.
“I know.” I also know exactly what she likes and needs before we get there. With every movement of my fingers in her, the sound of her arousal against the friction grows louder and louder. She’s ready, and I can’t fucking wait to taste her again.
I quicken my pace. Using my hand on her belly as an anchor, I begin to stroke her inner wall as quickly as I can. Margot lets out a euphoric cry. Tears stream from the corners of her eyes as she tenses and pushes against me.
“Fuck, I’m going to—”
“Do it. Squirt all over me,” I beg. “I want Every. Last. Fucking. Drop.”
With one last moan, she erupts with pleasure. I remove my fingers and lower my head to her core, where I can make good on my wish. What I can’t swallow, I let fall down my chest, wearing her orgasm like the badge of honor it is.
Margot quivers as the aftershocks race through her. With every tremble comes the excitement and anticipation of what’s to come next. Margot always did love her scenes.
She rises from the bed and stretches, tilting her head from side to side. She takes a deep breath and lets out a satisfied sigh. Her gaze is piercing, filled with something I’ve never seen before. A conviction that I am equally intrigued by and terrified of.
I swallow the ball in my throat, cowering from her intensity. I bite my lips and squeeze my eyes together.
She tucks my hair behind my ear and leans over. “Such a good pet,” she purrs.
I nearly crumble. If there was another thought in my mind other than her, it disappears in an instant.
“On your knees, Ellory.”
I fall to the ground almost instantly, my will compelled by hers, my soul begging to listen and please her.
She leans over and takes my chin in her hand. “Good girl,” she purrs. “Now, open.”
A haze slowly pillows my mind as I open my mouth for her. Margot hums in approval, stroking my bottom lip with her thumb.
“I’m going to give you a present now. Do you think you can take it?”
Something in my chest flutters, and I nod enthusiastically.
“Good.” Margot retrieves a ring gag from the bed and almost reverently wraps it around my head. I tilt my head down, letting her attach the clasps. “Now stay there,” she says when she’s finished. “I need to clean up, but I’ll be right back.”
My heart pounds in my ears as I anxiously await her return.
Images of her using my tongue for her pleasure, riding my face, or with her hand wrapped around my throat as I ride hers pass through my mind.
I notice too late when a small trickle of drool escapes my lips and lands on my naked breasts, mixing with Margot’s release.
I don’t have time to wipe it away before my mistress appears again, this time in a pair of tight boxers.
My eyes land on the impressive bulge in the front, just as hers find the small wet patch on my tits.
Margot tsks and cleans the spot with two of her fingers before sucking them into her mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moans, “delicious as always.”
Warmth spreads through me from the praise. Her praise. How did I ever get through a year without it?
“Do you want me?” Margot asks as she tilts my head up to look at her.
I nod furiously, every cell in my body possessed by her. The energy in my veins hums intensely, causing my vision to blur at the edges. All I want is her. Her hands on my body, her cock down my throat, claiming every part of me with her touch.
“What do you say?”
“Yes, mistress,” I try to say, but it comes out as es, istress, and she frowns.
“That won’t do,” she tuts as she releases my jaw from the confines of the ring. “There, that’s better, now what—”
“Yes, mistress,” I repeat. “Please, I want you.”
Margot hums in approval. “So desperate. So greedy. But, then again, you have been a very good girl. Maybe I’ll give you what you want. But first, you need to prove it.”
I try to swallow, but my throat is still dry from the gag, so I let out a soft cough instead.
“We can do better than that.” She takes my chin in her hand, squeezing my jaw so my mouth opens. She spits, her warm saliva coating the back of my throat. She keeps me like this until she’s satisfied, and I feel her wetness spill down. “There, much better.”
“Thank you, mistress,” I say instinctively, and she replaces her grip on my jaw with one in my hair.
“Now, prove your passion to me, Ellory. If you can take these off”—she snaps the elastic of her briefs—“I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
I immediately reach up, but she swats my hand away.
“No, sweet pet. Mouth only. I want your teeth on me. I want to feel every insatiable, feral thought in your mind.”
I nod, nuzzling into her crotch, my cheek resting on the hard ridge of the dildo tucked into her underwear.
I clench, the emptiness between my thighs never more apparent than right now.
I lick up the impressive length, coating the cotton in our mixed spit.
Margot wraps her fingers in my hair tighter, eliciting a moan from me and an amused chuckle from her.
I kiss my way up to the waistband, grazing my teeth along her sensitive skin before biting down on the tense elastic.
I pull down, only managing to move the garment about an inch.
So I try again, this time from the back.
Every part of me wants to cup her perfect ass with my hands and worship it right now, but I can’t.
Not yet, anyway. That would be against the rules.
So instead, I repeat what I did in the front, this time managing to pull the underwear down to the bottom of her ass.
Without thinking, I sink my teeth into her tender flesh, leaving my personal brand as I pull away.
“I’d punish you for that if I didn’t love it so much, Ellory. You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.”
Warmth floods my cheeks. I wouldn’t mind the punishment either. But then again, I suppose there was only so much Margot could have packed in her baggage.
I move to kneel in front of Margot again, giving one last tug at the waistband.
The dildo springs free, and I automatically take it into my mouth, moaning enthusiastically as I run my tongue along its length, taking it deep into the back of my throat, just like she taught me to do all those months ago.
“Such a good fucking girl,” she purrs as she strokes my hair. “You take my cock so well. I’d kill for those perfect hollow lips sucking me off.”
I release the dildo with a slight pop, and it bounces back up. Before I have a chance to take it back into my mouth, Margot places a hand over it.
“That’s enough, pet. It’s time to give you your reward.”
My stomach twists, and heat floods to my core. I can feel my arousal coating the inside of my thighs, and a flush of embarrassment leaks into my cheeks.
“I-I should clean first, I—”
“You won’t,” Margot orders. “You will give me exactly what I want. And what I want is to taste what drinking my cum and sucking my cock has done to you.”
My heart leaps in my chest, and I press my legs together, delighting at the slight friction, but only for a moment. The movement seems to make my need stretch even higher, and I’m panting before I know it.
“On the bed, Ellory. I want your face pressed to the mattress while I eat you out.”
I rise on shaky legs, taking a few wobbly steps to the bed before lying down on my stomach.
“Good, now, hips up, love. I want to take a good look at you.”
It’s a good thing I can curl into the blankets to hide my embarrassment as I do what she asks—the most sensitive parts of me exposed to her and the cool air of our room.
Margot runs a finger through my slick curls, and my back arches with the sensation.
“Stay right there,” she groans as she leans into the curve of my ass.
“Fucking perfection.” Margot teases my swollen labia, pinching them together tight before releasing them.
My toes curl as she squeezes them together again, but this time twisting slightly, sending a rush of pleasure through my clit.
“Fuck,” I moan into the sheets, fisting them as she increases her pace.
“Such a perfect fucking pussy,” she hums into me. “And all mine.”
When Margot’s tongue parts my folds, I scream, unable to hold in the sharp jolts racing through me.
“Give it all to me. I want everything. Your screams, your tears, your pleasure, your cries . . . my name on your tongue. Give it to me, Ellory. Give me everything.”
My pleasure courses higher and higher with every word she whispers into me, but it’s not enough. Not enough friction, pressure, intensity. And I’m still so painfully empty. I push against her face, unable to hold back. I’m rewarded with a crisp slap against my ass.
I clench my teeth together. I want to come so badly that I feel like I’m going to explode from the pressure building inside of me.
Finally, Margot releases my labia and presses her tongue into me.
I see stars. The warmth of her tongue floods my core with a desperate need, a fire inextinguishable.
She teases my ass with light, teasing strokes, and I clench against her.
I want her everywhere. All over me. In me.
Under my skin, nerves entwined, minds and hearts as one.
Margot places a hand on my lower back, making me arch even further, and she takes the opportunity to run her tongue through my core as if she’s a starved woman, and I’m a five-course meal.
At this point, if she told me all she wanted was to eat me for the rest of her life, I would offer myself up on a silver platter.
To die drunk on pleasure in her arms would undoubtedly be the best way to go.
Two fingers press against my entrance before pushing into me and curling against my inner wall. I tense in response, pulling her deeper into me.
“Mmmm,” she moans against my clit, pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it so hard I lose my breath.
“So fucking wet,” she purrs into me before continuing the soft, almost melodic, stroke of her tongue. The powerful urgency of my climax climbs up my chest, resting at the base of my throat, pooling in my collarbones, threatening to choke me.
She adds a third finger, then a fourth, stretching me almost to the point I need.
“Such a needy hole,” Margot tuts as she twists her hand. “You’ll only be satisfied with my entire fist in you, won’t you?”
The shame and the sound of her coated fingers moving in me only makes my arousal spike.
“You want to be speared on me, don’t you? Need to be my little fuck puppet, ready to do my every bidding.”
Her degrading words settle low in my belly, pushing me to the precipice. I’m so fucking close. My heartbeat pounds in my core, echoing in my ear like drums to accompany her siren’s song.
“Please,” I beg, not knowing exactly what I want or need, but trusting her to know exactly how to get me there. “Please.”
She spits on her hand, and I feel the warmth trickle along the sides of my labia and mix with the heat of my arousal before she finally adds her fifth finger and pushes all the way into me.
The stretch is unbearable, splitting and torturous in the best way.
“Okay?” Margot asks, pausing to give me a brief reprieve.
I nod and moan, pushing back against her in response.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she says before pulling out of me slightly and gently pressing back inside.
After a few strokes, her fist begins to slide with ease, stretching, filling, and emptying me over and over and over again until finally, the dam inside me bursts and I come with a scream, tears forming damp pools in the sheets.
Still in the waves of my orgasm, the mattress dips behind me, and Margot pulls her fingers free as she pushes the thick dildo inside me.
I clench around it. The thick shaft isn’t as wide as her fist, but it doesn’t matter.
She thrusts in me furiously, dragging out my pleasure until my vision fades, and all I can hear is a light ringing in my ears.
When I’m finally spent, I collapse into the bed, the soft fabric embracing me like the kiss of the ocean’s breath on a hot summer day.
I don’t know how long I float in the blissful liminal space, but by the time I come back, Margot has removed her harness and she’s cradling me into her chest, stroking my hair, and telling me how proud she is, how well I’ve done, and most importantly, how much I’ve pleased her.
She presses a kiss to my temple before tilting my head to whisper in my ear.
Her voice, smooth as honey, only muted by the low whirring of my aftershocks, dances over my skin like a lullaby. “Check and mate.”