Chapter Thirty-two Jennifer
Chapter Thirty-two
Jennifer
He surprises me when his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing it gently as he kisses me. I moan into the kiss, immediately giving in to his touch.
Whatever he wants to do, I’ll let him.
“Master…” I whisper, my hands staying above my head as he begins to explore every inch of my body.
We’ve made out before, but this time, we both know it won’t stop at simple touching. This is going to be more.
And just thinking about it makes my pussy clench around nothing. I’m soaking, fantasizing about being handled like a slut by the only man I want so badly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you,” he whispers into my ear, his voice low and possessive.
I scoff, rolling my eyes. “I’m a mother, Daniel.”
He raises an eyebrow, unfazed. “So? You said you haven’t had sex in—"
“Jesus, fuck me and make me come, or don’t you dare touch my pussy at all.”
His grin widens, the challenge in my voice only fueling his desire. “Oh, I got myself a wild girl, huh?”
I meet his gaze, my voice dripping with need. “Your wild girl hasn’t been touched in over five years. She needs to be used. Badly. So please, for the love of God, stop playing around and fuck me already. You know we both need this.”
He pauses, taking in my words, his expression turning serious for a moment before he nods. “I get it. So, you’re not vanilla?”
I scoff, shaking my head. “When did I ever say I was vanilla? Did I call you ‘master’ just so we could do cuddle-fucking, huh?”
He pretends to consider it, a teasing look crossing his face. “Well, I mean, if you want to be cuddle-fucked…”
“Oh my God, Daniel,” I growl, frustration and lust mixing in my tone. “When I tell you I want you to take full control of me, I don’t mean I want to be handled like a virgin. Because I’m not. You know that.”
Daniel grins. “What do you want me to do then, hm, baby? Tell me…”
“Whatever you want,” I whisper against his lips, moaning gently as his firm hands cup my breast. “Do anything you want to do. Take your stress out on me, take control of me. That’s all I’m asking you to do, please.”
He sighs into the crook of my neck, kissing it softly. “Are you saying you’re giving me full control over your body?”
I blush, somehow embarrassed by my own desires, but I can’t stop it anymore. “Yes, I… I know you need to feel control again. And I…” I gulp. “I need to let go of everything. Just this once.”
“Just once?” He raises an eyebrow. “You’ll never let me do this again?”
I smile, teasing. “I might, depending on how you’re doing.”
Daniel laughs gently, looking into my eyes. His fingers graze my jaw, tilting my chin up. “I’ll give you what you need. But first—” he pauses, his voice lowering, “safe word?”
I blink up at him, my pulse racing. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he echoes, his tone firm but soft. “You say ‘yellow’ if you want me to slow down and ease things up. ‘Red’ if you want me to stop completely. Understood?”
I swallow hard, my lips parting. “Yes.”
“Good.” His thumb brushes over my lip. “You’re mine now, baby. All mine… “
“Yes, master…” Now that I think about it, it’s a really smart idea to use a safe word. I love how considerate he is.
He might seem like an asshole to others, but deep inside… I know he cares. I know he cares a lot.
And that alone makes him so attractive to me.
“When I’m choking you—”
“Wait. You—what?” I ask immediately, eyes widening.
“We don’t have to do this,” he reassures me quickly, his voice soft. “I’ll do it only if you want me to. If you’re okay with it.”
I think about it for a second. “I mean, I… I’d like to try it, I think,” I finally tell him.
“Are you okay with blindfolding or handcuffs?” he asks. I nod, feeling a surge of excitement mixed with anticipation.
“I haven’t done this before, but as I said, I’d really like to try it.”
Daniel smiles at me. “God, you’re so perfect.”
I smile back immediately. He’s so… beautiful. So considerate of everything. Fuck, he’s perfect.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down towards me, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. His deep moan against my mouth makes my body shudder.
How can a man be so dangerous, yet so handsome and sexy? I don’t get it.
“Can we start? I’m getting excited here”, I grin at him.
Daniel nods with a firm smirk. His eyes never leave mine as he walks over to the small side table by the bed.
The soft light from the lamp casts a shadow over his movements, making everything feel more deliberate, more intense.
I watch his every move, my body getting more excited every second. He’s naked, except for his boxers, and fuck… This man is the sexiest man to ever exist.
I feel like he can make everything I don’t like look better. Feel better. Fuck, he’s like a God.
He opens the drawer, and my heart skips a beat, knowing exactly what he's pulling out.
First, he takes out the small bottle of water, setting it gently on the nightstand—his way of ensuring I stay hydrated, even in the heat of the moment.
Although his walkie-talkie is giving him a signal, he ignores it. He just turns it off, deciding that nothing else matters right now.
I’m sure he’s aware it could be Julian, giving him information, but he doesn’t care.
It makes me smile, knowing he’s choosing me over anything else right now. Like I’m the only one who matters to him in this moment.
My chest warms up just thinking about it.
His hand lingers over the gun, but he doesn’t touch it. Instead, he reaches past it to pull out a small box of condoms and a bottle of lube.
I swallow hard, my breath catching in my throat as he sets them both down on the nightstand with quiet precision.
Then, his fingers trail over the cold metal of the handcuffs and the soft silk of the blindfold. He pauses for just a moment, his gaze flicking back to mine. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, his voice low and serious.
I nod, my body trembling with anticipation.
He doesn’t need to say anything else. With a quick motion, he gathers everything he’ll need to take control of my body—and places it all within reach. The room feels heavier now, filled with the promise of what’s to come.
“Give me your hands, baby”, he orders. The soft click of the cuffs sends a shiver down my spine, cold metal pressing into my heated skin.
“Relax your body, alright?”, he whispers. I nod. “I trust you…”
His soft smile is all it takes for me to relax my body completely. “I know, pretty. I know. I’m glad you do.”
His lips brush over my jawline, soft and teasing, a stark contrast to the cold metal around my wrists. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with possession. “All fucking mine.”
I shiver, the heat pooling low in my belly. “Yours,” I whisper, the word leaving my lips like a vow.
His fingers trail down my collarbone, slow and purposeful. “Good girl,” he praises, and my body ignites from just those two words. His thumb circles my nipple through the thin fabric, and I gasp, arching instinctively into his touch.
“Mm, so responsive,” he chuckles darkly, his lips brushing against my ear. “You want more, don’t you?”
I nod quickly, my breath coming in shallow pants. “Yes... please.”
His hand pauses. “Use your words, baby.”
A soft whimper escapes me. “Yes, master. Please... give me more.”
The growl that rumbles from his chest is pure hunger. “That’s my girl. “
Daniel leans back against the pillows, his dark eyes never leaving mine. I gulp, turned on by his raw dominance.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides his boxers down and tosses them aside. His voice, low and commanding, cuts through the heated air.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he orders, patting his thigh. “Right where my good little slut belongs.”
My pulse quickens as I move to him, the heat of his body pulling me in like gravity. His hands guide me, firm but gentle, until I’m resting with my head on his lap, completely at his mercy.
One hand strokes my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips. The other tangles in my hair, possessive and tender. His voice drops to a husky whisper.
"You’re going to be a good filthy girl for me, aren’t you? Show me how well you can use that mouth."
I blush, a hint of unsureness resting in the back of my mind. I’m about to touch his cock which is almost right in front of my face, before he grabs the chain of the handcuffs and yanks my hands up towards him.
A gasp frees my lips as I stare up at his face.
“Aren’t you listening? Use your mouth, just as I fucking said. Those handcuffs aren’t on you for decoration.”
His rough words would scare others, but for me, all it does it turn me on so much fucking more. I stare at his cock, licking it gently. My eyes are fixed on his while I take the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on it slowly while I observe his reactions.
“Fuck, just like that. Take it deeper, sweetheart.”
His words make me take him more into my mouth in an instant, gagging on it, although it’s not all the way in yet.
It’s a sort of an embarrassing reminder that I’m not good at this, but when I look up at him for reassurance, he nods.
“It’s alright baby, you can do it. You’re doing so well.”
I take him a little deeper the second my throat relaxes a bit, getting used to his cock inside my mouth.
Daniel throws his head back as he grabs my hair, but he doesn’t shove my head down. He just rests his hand in my hair, fucking my mouth gently, but not being too rough.
Fuck. I love men who can read the room while still being dominant. Doing exactly what turns him on and yet being considerate of what the woman is comfortable with.
“Your throat feels so fucking good. So tight”, he groans as his head falls back. When he looks back down, I can practically feel my pussy getting wet.
His dark eyes are fixed on mine while his cock is in my mouth. His expression is showing off pure dominance, making me feel like the dirty whore I am for him. His black hair falling onto his face only highlights his features.
Can a woman cum untouched while sucking off a man’s cock? Because I seriously think I’m about to cum just at the sight and taste of him.