Chapter 15 #2
“Everything. Dark, dangerous, twisted things. Some of them should horrify me. All of them start with me on my knees and end with me not being able to think coherent thoughts, let alone move. I want you in ways I shouldn’t.”
Desire coursed through me in waves as I confessed my needs. His fingers caressed my back and left me trembling.
“Fuck, angel, you should never have told me that, because there’s nothing I’d like more than to have complete control over you.
Never drop to your knees in front of me unless you’re willingly giving yourself to me in all ways.
I’ll do every dark, twisted thing that your mind might create, and then some. ”
I shivered. His words made me lightheaded. I couldn’t think rationally. His eyes completely stripped and devoured me in one swift motion. Taking a risk, I pushed back and got off his lap. My knees folded, and I dropped into a perfect kneel at his feet.
He lifted my bowed head; a smirk filled his handsome face. My heart raced in anticipation. With shaking hands, I touched the zipper of his jeans and slowly unzipped them. He grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them firmly, confusing me.
“It’s krasnyy. Kinsley’s safeword. The English version is acceptable as well. Either one is. If it leaves your mouth, we stop immediately. Understood?”
My mouth formed the word first in Russian, then in English. Red. It rolled off my tongue. “I understand.”
He continued to hold my hands hostage as he stared into my eyes. Kneeling in front of him in my knickers was otherworldly, and I knew at that moment I was long gone.
“Hands on your thighs, and eyes on mine.”
A full body shiver went through me at the low and direct tone. Just like safewords were something I learned about at the sex clubs, I’d also gotten good at knowing the difference between control and cruelty.
His next words proved exactly where he placed on the spectrum. Full and complete control.
“We’re going to take things slow tonight. Nothing complicated. That will have to wait for a more proper evaluation of your wants, needs, and boundaries. Understood.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We stop at any moment you are uncomfortable or uncertain.”
“I like that,” I whispered and trailed my gaze down his body and settled on the zipper.
A couple of minutes went by, and I struggled to remain still. His hand moved, and my eyes followed the movement. I gulped hard and struggled to tear my eyes away. He pulled his cock out and slowly stroked it in front of me.
It was absolutely beautiful. He had to be nine or ten inches long. Fiercely erect and proud. His neatly trimmed hair was darker than that on his head. I couldn’t even speak. All I wanted to do was run my fingers across the silky head, brush my lips along it. Taste him.
“Tori, where are your eyes supposed to be?” he asked firmly.
“On yours, Sir,” I muttered, unable to tear them away. “Oh no,” I whispered, reaching out as his thumb ran over the engorged tip, capturing the pre-cum that threatened to drip. He rubbed his palm over the head and stroked down his length.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with a chuckle.
“I wanted…to taste,” I answered, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. “Can I?”
“Can you? I don’t know.”
My eyes trailed up his body, and I locked gazes with him. “I know how. I might choke, but I won’t spill a drop. I promise,” I said, hating that my voice had that desperate neediness to it. “It’s beautiful,” I added before I looked up again.
I brought my face close, and once my lips were near the tip, I blew. He moaned, and more pre-cum formed at the slit.
“Please,” I begged.
The anticipation was killing me. He pushed the swollen head of his cock against my lips. “Tip only.”
“Thank you, Sir. Tip only,” I repeated his words.
Pressing my lips to him, I kissed softly before letting my tongue flick out. I moaned at the taste of him, savoring the weight and feel of him.
“Mmm…so good.” I paused before licking along the underside.
I focused on the head, alternating between sucking and licking, but going no farther than what I was instructed. The feel of him pulsing and the desire to take more of him into my mouth had me salivating.
Whimpering in frustration, I pulled back and stammered, “May I have more, please?”
He grinned, flashing me that dimple of his, and my pussy fluttered. He shook his head, denying me.
“Don’t you want to use my mouth, Sir?” I asked before taking him back between my lips.
His eyes darkened, and I hoped my words would get me what I wanted. Foolishly, I expected him to thrust deep into my waiting mouth.
“Am I sensing some impatience, angel? Maybe I want to enjoy this moment with you. Savor it.”
He moved his hands to my face and directed how much of him I could have. Which was only a little more than the tip. My tongue cradled his shaft as my lips moved along the tip.
More pre-cum leaked out of his throbbing cock and mixed with my saliva. Skillfully, I used my tongue to tease the ridge under the crown where it met his shaft. I licked in a circular motion, then once more flicked the tip with quick strokes.
My name left his lips in a beautiful moan as I swirled my tongue across the surface of his cock.
Tiny slivers of sensation rippled through me.
His hips thrust forward involuntarily, and more of his cock pushed deeper into my mouth.
Finally. His breath quickened, and he moved his hands to grasp my hair.
I bobbed faster and harder, taking more of him until I couldn’t breathe. Inch by inch, I worked Andrew’s cock with both my hand and mouth. I pulled back and flicked my eyes up to meet his.
The look of pure satisfaction on his face had my heart soaring. My hands moved to the sides of his jeans, and I pulled. Once he was repositioned, I slipped my fingers down and grasped his balls, massaging them rhythmically with my left hand. Using my right hand, I stroked downward.
His eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck, it feels so good,” he groaned.
Using that as my cue, I lowered my face once more and sucked him greedily into my mouth. Slurping loudly, I swallowed on the next deep thrust, and my gag reflex kicked in.
A loud moan rumbled from him, and my hands moved in tandem with my mouth. I continued to play with his balls and increased my grip at the base of his cock. His hips bucked hard, and he panted.
He slowed my pace, sinking deep into my throat, and held me in place. “It feels so fucking good when you shudder and gag on my cock. Such a pretty girl,” he murmured as he stroked my face lovingly. “Angel, you should stop. You’ve got me ready to come.”
With a pop, he pulled me off his cock. It throbbed before my eyes, tempting me in the wickedest way. Snaking my tongue out, I licked the small amount of his essence that leaked from the tip.
“Nothing would please me more than to swallow. I meant what I said. I want every drop of you to run down my throat,” I purred seductively against his cock as I kissed it. “I want you to use me, Sir. It would bring me great pleasure, please.”
The muscles in his jaw worked as he let the words sit between us. Call me crazy, but I meant every word. Pleasing him, learning what he liked consumed me. Every nerve in my body tingled.
This was true surrender.
There wasn’t an ounce of fear or shame, for that matter. There was only the raw, unrelenting desire to see him come undone at my hands. I didn’t even wait for him to speak. Boldness shot through me as I sucked him back, giving in to the shape and taste of him.
What would it be like to be on my knees for him daily like this? Would he let me? Would he like that?
A rush of arousal slicked between my thighs as I fantasized about waking him up every morning by sucking him off.
I moaned around it, deepening the fantasy in my head, extending it to the evening where I would kneel at the foot of his bed so that the first thing he saw when he walked into his bedroom was me.
Ready to service him.
Doubling my efforts, a rush of goosebumps erupted across my arms. He grew harder, swelling—he was close.
I couldn’t wait to taste him. He gasped, his chest rising and falling as he rushed toward his climax.
I pulled back and concentrated on the head of his cock.
With firm pressure, I enclosed my lips around it while using my tongue to lash around the sensitive tip.
“Damn, when you do that,” he hissed while caressing my cheek with his fingers. “It drives me insane. It’s fucking magical. Tease me, angel, just like that. Don’t fucking stop,” he barked.
I squeezed the base of his cock and held him in place so I could do exactly as he requested and tease him. Power, raw and unrefined, surged through me as my tongue rained down the pleasure he needed.
His entire body tensed, and his hips rose from the couch as he shoved my hands away and stood. Hissing, he then thrust back into my mouth. With a firm grip on my hair, he drew me down his length.
The sound of each breath I made through my nose was loud to my ears, but I kept working him. On the next draw down, he held me against his body.
“Eyes up here, angel,” he commanded.
Obediently, I lifted my gaze as I choked on his cock. “Do I have your permission…” he hissed as he pulled out, and my tongue danced along him. I hummed and nodded my answer before taking him back into my mouth.
“Good girl. Listen, tap my thigh twice if it’s too much because I’m going to go hard and fast, understand?”
I once more hummed. He pulled me off his cock.
“Let’s use words this time.”
Panting and delirious with lust, I whimpered, “Yes, Sir. Hard and fast. Tap twice to stop.”
Both hands slide into my hair, one after the other—fingers coiled at the nape of my neck like silk ropes tightening. Anticipation shivered up and down my spine. His palms cradled my head, steady and commanding. The weight of them grounding me.
A hush settled between us, thick and charged, and I held perfectly still, breath barely whispering from my lips. A storm was building right beneath my skin.
“Wrap your sexy lips around my cock, angel. Be my fucking good girl and show me how well you can take me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed and did as he asked.
Something about this entire moment was liberating, and I would never forget it. I shut everything out and focused solely on him. He moved in, gliding over my tongue. He paused right at the back of my throat.
“That’s it. So fucking good,” he growled as I gagged. “Now swallow me.”
My eyes watered and then fluttered closed as I obeyed his command. He pushed deeper. Phantom shadows danced at the edges of my vision, but I didn’t care. He picked up his pace and furiously fucked my face. He hadn’t lied.
Thrust after thrust, he didn’t slow or stop. It was hard and fast, and every moan and hiss I pulled from him only increased my confidence. A low whimper fell, and I knew he was going to go over any second. It was poetic, the eloquence with which he allowed me to be in control—to service him.
With one final thrust, his fingers tightened in my hair. The pain was erotic in the wildest way, and my pussy clenched, desperate for something to fill it. And then he exploded. My mouth filled with his hot, delicious cum.
I swallowed in quick succession, proud that I didn’t gag. Over and over, his cock pulsed. I lowered my mouth down the length to the base and then back up again to the head, which I suckled softly before finally releasing him.
Stumbling back, he flopped onto the couch, head thrown back and panting hard. As he worked to get his breathing under control, I noticed small drops of cum I’d missed. That wouldn’t do. He deserved to be cleaned.
A small giggle escaped me, and his eyes opened and caught mine. The grin on his face instantly put me at ease. I took him back into my mouth and kept still as aftershocks rocked through him and he convulsed with pleasure. My hands returned once more to his now semi-erect cock.
He shoved me back. “Enough. Give a man a minute.”