you come just now, little thief?” he asked me, his voice stern.
“No, but I’m really close,” I admitted. “If I beg you to let me come, will it work?”
He laughed. “Try,” he suggested, with an amused look in his eyes. Oh, I knew that look. I was in for a one heck of a night.
“Please, may I come, Sir?” I didn’t know how he felt about the Sir, but I figured it didn’t hurt. And right now, I’d do almost anything if he’d let me come.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to suck my cock, little thief?” he chided. “You must learn to focus. Come on, get your pretty little mouth on my dick.”
I gulped. Sucking him always made me insanely wet. I was already trembling in arousal. I didn’t want to come without permission, but it was going to be a close thing. Luckily, he knew it as well. “Oh, you can touch yourself while you suck my cock,” he said. “And you can orgasm.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
I looked at him, arousal balanced with suspicion. I’d usually have to wait much longer and beg a lot harder. What was he planning?
He looked at me impassively. “Are you planning on being all day?” he asked me politely, but with a snap in his voice that told me I was about to earn myself a punishment if I didn’t get my mouth on his dick in a hurry.
I lowered my face onto his cock with a smile, gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, and my tongue snaked out and licked precum off his head. My other hand sneaked down to my pussy, and I spread the dripping wetness around my clitoris, and started tracing tight circles around it. As I got closer and closer to my climax, my pace on Antonio’s cock got more frantic, until I heard him groan, and his hands came out to grab my head and hold me in place while he spurted ropes of come down my throat.
His climax, his grip on my hair - that was all it took. I rubbed harder, tighter, and I let myself explode, shaking and groaning and slumping as the clenching waves of pleasure swept through my body.
“Mmm,” I moaned eventually, leaning against Antonio’s legs as I sat on the floor. The tile was shockingly cold against my ass.
“You aren’t done,” Antonio’s voice pulled me out of my daze. “Water?”
I nodded, and drank the glass of water he handed me. I had climaxed on his kitchen floor. I didn’t think I was ever going to be able to look at Maria, his sixty-year old housekeeper without blushing.
“What’s the matter?”
“Maria,” I said ruefully, and my lips twitched at his startled bark of laughter.
“She’ll pray for our souls,” Antonio said dryly. “Come now, drink up, take a bathroom break if you need, then I want you on top of the table, ass at the edge, keeping those legs spread.”
I wandered into the washroom in a daze, running my fingers through my hair in an attempt at curbing the tangles. My fingers touched the collar again, and I examined my face in the mirror. I didn’t look different, but I felt different. A strange languor was in me as I ceded control to Antonio. Wearing a collar all the time would do nothing for me, but right now? At this moment, the collar put me in a really good place.
Chapter 23
Lucia:
Antonio was still seated on his chair as I returned, and there was a bottle of lube in his hands. I sat on the table, and scooted my ass right to the edge, and spread my legs wide open so that he was between them.
“Now Lucia, there was a time, a long time ago, when I asked you how many fingers…”
Fuck. He was going to fist me. I whimpered in helpless arousal and anticipation.
“Do you remember?”
I mewled a noise that was supposed to be a yes.
“How many fingers would you like, sweetness?” he asked me. His eyes held mine and I could see the heat in them.
We didn’t have to do this. I could say four, and he would push four fingers into my dripping pussy, and he would make me come. And I would have an amazing time, and he wouldn’t be the slightest bit put out that I didn’t want
“No, but I’m really close,” I admitted. “If I beg you to let me come, will it work?”
He laughed. “Try,” he suggested, with an amused look in his eyes. Oh, I knew that look. I was in for a one heck of a night.
“Please, may I come, Sir?” I didn’t know how he felt about the Sir, but I figured it didn’t hurt. And right now, I’d do almost anything if he’d let me come.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to suck my cock, little thief?” he chided. “You must learn to focus. Come on, get your pretty little mouth on my dick.”
I gulped. Sucking him always made me insanely wet. I was already trembling in arousal. I didn’t want to come without permission, but it was going to be a close thing. Luckily, he knew it as well. “Oh, you can touch yourself while you suck my cock,” he said. “And you can orgasm.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
I looked at him, arousal balanced with suspicion. I’d usually have to wait much longer and beg a lot harder. What was he planning?
He looked at me impassively. “Are you planning on being all day?” he asked me politely, but with a snap in his voice that told me I was about to earn myself a punishment if I didn’t get my mouth on his dick in a hurry.
I lowered my face onto his cock with a smile, gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, and my tongue snaked out and licked precum off his head. My other hand sneaked down to my pussy, and I spread the dripping wetness around my clitoris, and started tracing tight circles around it. As I got closer and closer to my climax, my pace on Antonio’s cock got more frantic, until I heard him groan, and his hands came out to grab my head and hold me in place while he spurted ropes of come down my throat.
His climax, his grip on my hair - that was all it took. I rubbed harder, tighter, and I let myself explode, shaking and groaning and slumping as the clenching waves of pleasure swept through my body.
“Mmm,” I moaned eventually, leaning against Antonio’s legs as I sat on the floor. The tile was shockingly cold against my ass.
“You aren’t done,” Antonio’s voice pulled me out of my daze. “Water?”
I nodded, and drank the glass of water he handed me. I had climaxed on his kitchen floor. I didn’t think I was ever going to be able to look at Maria, his sixty-year old housekeeper without blushing.
“What’s the matter?”
“Maria,” I said ruefully, and my lips twitched at his startled bark of laughter.
“She’ll pray for our souls,” Antonio said dryly. “Come now, drink up, take a bathroom break if you need, then I want you on top of the table, ass at the edge, keeping those legs spread.”
I wandered into the washroom in a daze, running my fingers through my hair in an attempt at curbing the tangles. My fingers touched the collar again, and I examined my face in the mirror. I didn’t look different, but I felt different. A strange languor was in me as I ceded control to Antonio. Wearing a collar all the time would do nothing for me, but right now? At this moment, the collar put me in a really good place.
Chapter 23
Lucia:
Antonio was still seated on his chair as I returned, and there was a bottle of lube in his hands. I sat on the table, and scooted my ass right to the edge, and spread my legs wide open so that he was between them.
“Now Lucia, there was a time, a long time ago, when I asked you how many fingers…”
Fuck. He was going to fist me. I whimpered in helpless arousal and anticipation.
“Do you remember?”
I mewled a noise that was supposed to be a yes.
“How many fingers would you like, sweetness?” he asked me. His eyes held mine and I could see the heat in them.
We didn’t have to do this. I could say four, and he would push four fingers into my dripping pussy, and he would make me come. And I would have an amazing time, and he wouldn’t be the slightest bit put out that I didn’t want
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