Chapter 18 #2
“No, you shouldn’t,” he agreed. “You should get the hell out of here, fight me off, and run far, far away. Go report me to the dean, to the police, for being the worst thing that ever happened to you. Because I promise you, Lucy, I am the worst thing to ever happen to you—even if you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. ”
“What?” my voice was barely a whisper.
“Oh, yeah. You’ve ruined me by merely existing.
But you made my boring life worth living again when you walked back into it.
I’ve tried to stay away, tried to be a better man, but you don’t want a better man, do you?
No, you don’t want the man—you want the out-of-control animal ravaging you.
Well, sweetheart, you’re about to get your wish. ”
He released my wrists.
“Lift your skirt,” he ordered.
“Wha—”
“Lucy, if you’re in my office, if you want this, we’re doing things my way.
I may lose control with you, but I’m in charge.
I’m going to push you in ways you aren’t ready for, and if you aren’t okay with that, leave now and find a little boy to play with—if I don’t kill him first. I’m giving you five seconds. ”
He began to count down. I planted my feet. Yeah, he was scaring me a bit, but I was excited. I wasn’t going anywhere.
I lifted my skirt before he reached three.
“At least you’re wearing panties this time,” he muttered. Then: “Take them off.”
Lifting one leg and then the other, I wriggled them down.
“Hand them over.”
I placed them in his hand.
He lifted them to his nose and smelled, making my eyes narrow.
“Did you just—”
But he popped open the vial and, placing the gusset of my panties over his mouth, he opened it and poured the Vice into it, sucking it out of my panties, not taking his eyes off me.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“If I already feel this out of control when I see your naked cunt,” he said when he was done, “Let’s find out if you can handle me when I’ve forgotten how to spell the word.”
Throwing my wet—no, wetter—panties on his desk, he checked his watch.
“It takes about half an hour to an hour to kick in,” he said. “I’m already hard, but I think we’re going to pass the time with you learning how to suck my cock the way I like it while you play with your pussy.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “But, Lucy? No coming, or there will be consequences.”
Shit, this wasn’t what I’d said I wanted—I wanted him on his knees, crawling, begging for forgiveness. Not me on mine…but it turned me on too much to say no.
Still.
“And if I say no?”
He chuckled. “You can have a safeword. Use it if you need it, and then everything stops.”
He stared me in the eyes. “Your safeword is guardian. Now, get on those cute little knees and open your mouth for daddy.”
I looked him in the eyes. “Coach me, daddy.”
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re perfect, you know that, right? Dangerously so.”
Perfect. I’d been many things in my life, but perfect had never been one of them.
Glowing from his praise, I kneeled down, my pussy bare to the air in his office, eyes trapped by his.
He dropped the vial on the ground, kicking it under his desk.
Coach was meticulously organized to the point of being fussy, and to see him so casual…
well, it did more to me than I expected.
Maybe I was making him lose control. It made me feel powerful in ways I had never felt powerful before.
Having the ability to make this man forget himself made me feel like a sex goddess, even if he hadn’t called me one.
A submissive goddess, because he pointed to his pants and said, “Unzip me.”
I reached out a hand, but he shook his head.
“Hands behind your back. Do it with your teeth.”
Shit.
Pursing my lips, I searched for the zipper pull, and then, gently, I took it between my teeth and lowered my head and chin until it unzipped.
“Take me out,” he said.
“Um.”
His smile was almost gentle. “You can use your hands, sweetheart.”
I unbuttoned the top button, then reached inside his boxer briefs, pulling out his hard cock. I’d seen it, felt it inside me, but holding it in my hand—I couldn’t even wrap around it, soft and hard at the same time—it made my heart trip in my chest.
He was like that because of me. I’d done that to him. Me. Lucy Braverman. I knew I was hot—men told me that often—but I didn’t know that the one man I’d always wanted, wanted me. It was fucking heady.
“You’re so big,” I murmured.
“Who are you comparing me to?” There was a warning in his voice. Jealousy. Delicious.
“No one,” I said. “It’s an objective truth. You’re…big.”
“Good,” he said satisfied. “Spit in your hand.”
I did.
“Stroke and squeeze. Not like—yeah, there you go. Get me harder and thicker—I want to be so heavy in your mouth you aren’t sure you can hold me.”
I did what he demanded, stroking and squeezing, stroking and squeezing, watching, fascinated, as his cock got harder, thicker, almost pulsing as I touched it.
“There you go, now wrap your hands around my thighs and open that beautiful mouth. If I go too deep, if it’s too much, squeeze my thighs and I’ll take it easy on you. It’s your first time, after all. Isn’t it, sweetheart? Now, open. And keep those pretty eyes on me.”
I opened my mouth, and a moment later the crown of his cock was between my lips. I took an exploratory lick, tasting smoke and musk and man. I shuddered and my pussy fluttered from the taste.
“A little more,” he said, but stayed still, so I had no choice but to bob my head forward and capture more of him in my mouth.
“Suck on the crown.”
I did, just like it was a lollipop, applying suction and working him deeper and deeper, licking and sucking and delighting in the way he tensed.
“Yes, that’s right. That’s a good girl. Keep going until you feel like you’re about to gag. And watch those teeth.”
Carefully, my mouth so wide it almost ached, I edged forward, wrapping my lips tighter. Experimenting with my tongue, his cock filling my mouth until it hit my soft palate, I gagged. I started to pull back, but he stopped me with a hand on my head.
“No, sweetheart. Stay there. You can breathe, you’re fine.
You’re going to get used to having my cock in your mouth like this until you can take me deeper.
In fact, I think this is what I’m going to do whenever you start causing trouble or saying shit I don’t like.
Plant my thick cock in your mouth and stay here until you settle down. ”
I should’ve hated the controlling nature of his words, but they tingled inside me. It was bonkers, but I wanted him to take me in hand that way. I wanted to be handled, with his big, rough, steady hands, the way he was holding my head now.
I inhaled through my nose, trying to manage the strangeness of something so warm, so hard, his scent so overpowering, filling my mouth and pushing against my throat.
And, oddly, he was right, I began to settle and calm.
Oh, I was wet, and my pussy was still fluttering, but I felt safer than I had in a long time.
Especially as he praised me in a low voice.
“Yeah, that’s right. That’s my good girl. Feels nice, doesn’t it? Being controlled this way? Knowing you’re in my hands, under my care? We’re just going to stay like this for a while until I can’t take it anymore. And while we do, I’m going to tell you a story. But first…”
He thrust his hips a tiny bit further forward, until his cock pushed against the top of my mouth, my throat, and I gagged again.
“Breathe through your nose,” he instructed. “You’re fine. You’re safe, sweetheart. You can take me like this, I promise. You were meant to take me like this.”
He was right. I calmed down immediately.
“Brave girl,” he praised. “Sweet girl. I’m so proud of you. Now…where was I? Oh, yes.”
And then he began.