Chapter Two #4
His first instinct was to throw her on the bed in the corner
and make a feast of her, too. He could lay back and have her straddle his face.
She was barely tall enough for it to work. His tongue in her pussy. Her tongue
on his cock. They could see who would blow first. He could taste every inch of
that sweet cunt of hers before he exploded in her mouth and watched her drink
him down.
She licked his cock, being extremely thorough. Every caress
of her tongue sent shocks of pleasure through his body. He hadn’t let anyone
close like this in forever. He wasn’t even sure what possessed him this evening
except he lost himself in this damn role-play. Whatever it was, this was good.
Bloody fabulous.
Why had he ever given this up?
He let his hands find all that soft, golden hair, and he
sank his fingers in. Her spine straightened and then he tugged on her hair,
just a bit on the side of pain. She gasped, and he felt that sound on his cock.
She liked having her hair pulled. It was there in how she stopped and waited
and then relaxed when he tugged. He wouldn’t say she was a pain slut, but she
did enjoy a nice bite of it. Which dovetailed nicely with what he needed to
give.
What if he could slowly work with her? Have a few sessions.
See her at the club, and over time decide if a contract between them might be
suitable? As a strictly D/s couple? He wasn’t ever getting married again, but
perhaps he could have this.
“It won’t get clean like that. You have to take me in your
mouth.”
It was a ridiculous thing to say and he should be
embarrassed, but somehow in this room, with this woman, it was sexy as hell.
She didn’t know how hard he was pushing his every boundary for her.
She sucked his cockhead behind her lips and he clenched his
fist, making her whimper slightly. That sound made his balls draw up.
He wasn’t going to last. She was going to strip him of his
control if he let her. He wasn’t ready for that. He couldn’t laugh it off. He
couldn’t…
He looked down and his cock disappeared behind her lips, and
then he felt the whirl of her tongue on his flesh and he knew if he did this
there would be a connection between them. He would see her eyes looking up at
him for the rest of his life. Another ghost to haunt him.
“Get on the bed.”
She sat back on her heels and looked a little startled.
“Sir? Did I do something wrong?”
The fact that he was completely shaken by this experience
and she was able to hold it together bothered him. It stirred something nasty
inside him, something he knew shouldn’t be directed at her. He forced it down
and gently gripped her wrist. “You were too good at your job.”
She grinned, a heart-stopping, adorable expression. “Then
you believe me when I say I’m a maid.”
He could play a part, too. “I believe you’re excellent at
lying. Now get on the bed. I want your backside on the edge, legs spread.”
Her eyes lit, and she scrambled to do his bidding. She
didn’t even pretend not to want it. Without shame, she worked her way down and
planted her heels on the edge of the bed, spreading herself wide.
He fell to his knees. He shouldn’t do this. It was too
intimate, but he wanted to give something back. And he wanted to know how she
tasted.
He dropped to his knees and worked his hands under the
globes of her ass, enjoying how they felt and the gasp that came from her.
Then he couldn’t hold out a second longer. He put his mouth
on her pussy and let his tongue go wild. He couldn’t breathe, and he didn’t
want to. He could live on her sweet, tangy taste and the scent of her. It was a
fucking mistake. He would never be able to forget how good it felt to be
surrounded by her.
He fucked her with his tongue, delving deep, holding her to
him. He felt her come, felt her flood his tongue and something more. Some
connection that felt like it snapped into place.
He forced himself back. He could get addicted to this woman,
and that was impossible. He needed to put her back in the box he’d assigned to
her. He needed some distance between them.
He stood and stared at her for a moment. Her skin was rosy,
lips slightly parted. She was his every sex dream, and he wanted to take her
like this.
He couldn’t. Couldn’t let her be different. He forced
himself to speak. “Get on your hands and knees. I want you. You should try to
please me. It might make me rethink your prison time.”
Her eyes went wide, and she scrambled to roll over. She
moved into the position he demanded and glanced back at him, a wicked smile on
her face as she wiggled her ass. “I don’t want to go to prison, Sir.”
He grabbed a condom after shoving his leathers off and
toeing out of his boots. “I’ll be the judge of that. Face the wall.”
She turned her head forward obediently, and he wrapped his
cock before moving between her legs.
He wanted her in a primal way, a way he hadn’t felt before,
and it bothered him.
She was another sub. Nothing more. He’d done this a hundred
times before. Gave pleasure and discipline. Took pleasure for himself. This
wasn’t anything different. It was exactly the same.
So why did her skin feel warmer and softer than anything
he’d touched before? Why was the sight of her pussy peeking out the most
decadent thing he’d ever seen? He shoved the thoughts away, desire pulsing
through his system. He tested her, sliding his fingers through her pussy and
finding it soaking wet. He brought his hand up, smelling the scent of her
arousal. He breathed it in, memorizing that spicy smell before licking his