Chapter 14 #2
Her chest rose and fell as she unfastened my belt. What surprised me was how she took the time to stroke the leather strap. Was she coveting the feel or hungering for the way it marked her lovely skin?
“Take it off,” I managed before taking a sip.
Saying nothing, she obeyed without question, tugging on the strap very slowly. Everything was done in her own way, a telltale sign about her strong personality. Willing to submit, but only to a point.
When the strap was finally free, she presented it as if a gift, even folding it in half as if able to read my mind. I laughed, shocked how much I was enjoying myself. Perhaps the long wait had been worth the constricted agony after all.
As usual for me, just as a pleasurable feeling was about to unfold, so did truly disturbing thoughts.
Including her being manhandled by the fucking sleazebag at the hotel.
Just thinking about her being touched in any way by another man initiated dark and vicious thoughts that could lead to actions I’d be unable to control.
When I found myself wrapped in such extreme darkness, very little coaxed me back to reality. Other than eliminating an issue or in some cases, fucking a woman relentlessly until the thoughts were erased. Even then my behavior would be considered savage since tenderness wouldn’t be allowed.
With a deep breath, I tried to calm the vile urges furrowing inside. The last thing I wanted was for my sweet Penelope to fall prey to the beast cohabitating with my usually decent side.
This time, I didn’t instruct her any further. She was already unzipping my fly, peeling away the material. Every expression she wore provided more of an insight to her personality, including when she smiled just before she tugged the material of my trousers, freeing my cock and balls.
Her shudder was my reward.
I lifted an eyebrow, nodding to provide her permission to touch. As soon as she wrapped her long fingers around my dick, I threw my head back. A harsh exhale blew from my mouth, every muscle tensing.
She knew what she was doing by tormenting my balls, rolling them between her fingers while blowing across the tip. Every few seconds, she lifted her gaze, but this time there was much more amusement in her eyes.
The vivacious woman knew she had me by the balls. I chuckled softly and took a gulp, also taking my time to return the glass to the table. She waited until the perfect moment to drag her tongue down the underside of my shaft while twisting her hand around the base.
Fuck if the friction wasn’t more intense than with using my hand. Within seconds, several drops of pre-cum appeared and soon her tongue danced across my sensitive slit, boosting the ache in my joints.
I twisted my hand around the strap, taking several labored breaths before cracking the belt against her bottom. She moaned just before engulfing the tip in her mouth. The moment was as powerful as any I’d experienced before.
Her jaw muscles were even stronger than with my thumb and soon, I was blurry-eyed while bringing the belt down again. Yes, I longed to mark her as mine even in the most intimate way.
A slight chuckle slipped past her lips just before she took more of my cock into her throat. I resisted taking full control for a little while longer. As I smacked her bottom again and again, the force enough her body jumped, the rush of adrenaline was strong.
I was lightheaded, which wasn’t like me, but the sight of my marks on her ass as she sucked me would be too much for any man.
Her mouth was a weapon, her fingers squeezing my balls to the point of pain before she backed off. I could keep her doing this for hours.
After a couple additional strikes of the belt, I tossed it aside, fisting a handful of her long hair instead. “That’s it. Suck me like a very good girl.”
Fuck, she didn’t need to be told. She was comfortable in her own skin, swishing her tongue back and forth as she took me down another inch. The slight gagging sound brought another smile and I longed to shove it down her throat.
I was one sadistic son of a bitch requiring her to suck me, pushing her head down and keeping it in position.
When the tip finally hit the back of her throat, I realized I’d lifted my hips off the chair.
Now I was fucking her mouth with everything I had, enjoying the sounds she made, the slight moans that were utterly beautiful.
Her jaws were powerful, sucking to the point I could swear I was losing my mind. One hand was gripping the damn arm of the chair partially out of frustration because she was that good.
Partially to try to control myself.
At some point I would require her to lick every drop, but that wasn’t going to be right now. Not when I’d waited to fuck her for so damn long.
I gritted my teeth, forcing her head up and down savagely. She wasn’t complaining, her hands keeping the perfect rhythm until I was at the point if I didn’t stop now, I’d have no chance in hell.
Yet I didn’t.
For the first time in losing control with anyone, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction I’d never experienced with another woman. Perhaps in some crazy way instead of me freeing the woman locked inside, she was releasing my demons in a way I’d never wanted and would likely never experience again.
Penelope slowed her actions, more methodical in how she sucked my dick. I ran my fingers through her hair, my butt still off the seat.
“Fuck. Fuuuuck… Your mouth is hot.”
I couldn’t breathe, every muscle constricted and just before I erupted in her mouth, every muscle finally relaxed. The tension faded, sheer ecstasy prevailing.
As I came, her actions didn’t cease, barely slowed. Just a slow and steady gulp as I released.
Laughing from the sheer intensity of satisfaction, my cock continued to throb, pulsing as my ejaculation continued.
She didn’t waste a drop, holding my shaft in her hand and licking around my cockhead while lifting her gaze toward me. Her eyes were even glassier, but I could swear the lovely lady held a smirk that hadn’t been there before.
A small part of her truly thought she was in charge.
Or as if she’d won the round.
Little did she know we were just beginning.
And I was still playing to win.