playing at this. I’m a Dom.” When
she flinched, something inside of him softened. “Shhh, just give me
what I want, and in turn I’ll give you what you need.”
“What…what do…you….want?” Her question came out between
pants.
“It’s one simple little
word.” When he saw the panic start to fill her eyes, he knew he’d
pushed too hard, too fast. “Shh, you don’t have to call me Master,
but don’t I, at least, deserve to be called Sir when I make you
come?”
She looked uncomfortable
for a moment before she finally nodded, then blew his world apart.
“Please, let me come, Sir,” she cried out, as he jerked back. It
felt as if lightening had hit him when the sexy plea fell from her
lips. “No!” She grasped at his shoulders.
“I’m not
going anywhere, Rena.” He pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Now
put your hands behind your neck, slave.” She scrambled to obey.
“Now keep them there. Do you understand me?”
She nodded mutely. He gave
a low grumble of displeasure which had her adding a quick “Yes,
Sir.”
He savored her low whimper
as it filled the bathroom when he dropped to his knees in front of
her, his hands unbuttoning and tugging her shorts down, taking her
underwear with them. He exhaled sharply, a moist puff of air teased
her wet folds. He couldn’t resist - he pressed a thumb against the
seam of her labia. “You smell delicious. Lift your leg and place it
over my shoulder. I want to eat that pussy.”
She held her breath but
did as he asked. Probably hoping that I’ll
do something – anything – to make her come. I could use fingers,
tongue, teeth - she wouldn’t care. She’s desperate for
relief.
“Good
girl.” His thumb found her clit before nudging it out from under
its protective hood. Flicking the swollen bud, he shoved two
fingers inside her sheath. The muscles trembled around his digits.
He looked up at her quickly. “Don’t come yet. Not until I get a
taste of that delicious cream.”
She sobbed in frustration,
her teeth catching her lower lip as she struggled to follow his
order. If the look she gave him could talk, he was sure it would
tell him she was ready to pull his hair out, rake his eyes,
anything to get that final lick, touch or nip which would send her
soaring over the edge.
“Good
girl, not yet. Look at how wet you are.” The loud sucking sounds as
he pulled his fingers free and her resulting whimpers were almost
his undoing. He watched her as he licked off the glistening juice.
“Just as I thought…delicious. As much as I love the idea of teasing
you, it’s time for my little thorn to come for me. Keep your eyes
on me. You can come but if you close your eyes, I’ll warm your
bottom. Do you understand?”
“Yes,
Sir.” Her chest heaved, her leg trembling against his
shoulder.
“Good
girl.” Confident her gaze was now locked on him, he parted her
folds, exposing her to the air. “Such a pretty little clit.”
Continuing to hold her open, he licked her from anus to clit. It
wasn’t just enough to push her over the edge, he wanted to make her
come like she had never come before. He nipped her clit lightly
before sucking it deep into his mouth in rhythmic tugs. Sharp and
violent, her cries rose, but she managed to keep her eyes on his,
as her orgasm struck. She trembled. Hooking his fingers, he
stimulated the roughened patch of inner flesh that made up her
G-spot.
“Sir!”
She bucked towards his hard working mouth and fingers. As the
pleasure spent itself, his mouth eased, gently lapping at the
trickling juices coating her thighs. Leaning back against the door,
she softly sobbed. Jackson rose to his feet, sucking her pleasure
off his fingers, before righting her clothing.
“ Don’t
cry, ma peekôn, you needed it . ” He cupped her face, brushing a tear off her dark brown
cheek. She stared at him in a daze, as if not certain how to answer
him. He immediately recognized the signs of sub-drop. He continued to speak softly to
she flinched, something inside of him softened. “Shhh, just give me
what I want, and in turn I’ll give you what you need.”
“What…what do…you….want?” Her question came out between
pants.
“It’s one simple little
word.” When he saw the panic start to fill her eyes, he knew he’d
pushed too hard, too fast. “Shh, you don’t have to call me Master,
but don’t I, at least, deserve to be called Sir when I make you
come?”
She looked uncomfortable
for a moment before she finally nodded, then blew his world apart.
“Please, let me come, Sir,” she cried out, as he jerked back. It
felt as if lightening had hit him when the sexy plea fell from her
lips. “No!” She grasped at his shoulders.
“I’m not
going anywhere, Rena.” He pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Now
put your hands behind your neck, slave.” She scrambled to obey.
“Now keep them there. Do you understand me?”
She nodded mutely. He gave
a low grumble of displeasure which had her adding a quick “Yes,
Sir.”
He savored her low whimper
as it filled the bathroom when he dropped to his knees in front of
her, his hands unbuttoning and tugging her shorts down, taking her
underwear with them. He exhaled sharply, a moist puff of air teased
her wet folds. He couldn’t resist - he pressed a thumb against the
seam of her labia. “You smell delicious. Lift your leg and place it
over my shoulder. I want to eat that pussy.”
She held her breath but
did as he asked. Probably hoping that I’ll
do something – anything – to make her come. I could use fingers,
tongue, teeth - she wouldn’t care. She’s desperate for
relief.
“Good
girl.” His thumb found her clit before nudging it out from under
its protective hood. Flicking the swollen bud, he shoved two
fingers inside her sheath. The muscles trembled around his digits.
He looked up at her quickly. “Don’t come yet. Not until I get a
taste of that delicious cream.”
She sobbed in frustration,
her teeth catching her lower lip as she struggled to follow his
order. If the look she gave him could talk, he was sure it would
tell him she was ready to pull his hair out, rake his eyes,
anything to get that final lick, touch or nip which would send her
soaring over the edge.
“Good
girl, not yet. Look at how wet you are.” The loud sucking sounds as
he pulled his fingers free and her resulting whimpers were almost
his undoing. He watched her as he licked off the glistening juice.
“Just as I thought…delicious. As much as I love the idea of teasing
you, it’s time for my little thorn to come for me. Keep your eyes
on me. You can come but if you close your eyes, I’ll warm your
bottom. Do you understand?”
“Yes,
Sir.” Her chest heaved, her leg trembling against his
shoulder.
“Good
girl.” Confident her gaze was now locked on him, he parted her
folds, exposing her to the air. “Such a pretty little clit.”
Continuing to hold her open, he licked her from anus to clit. It
wasn’t just enough to push her over the edge, he wanted to make her
come like she had never come before. He nipped her clit lightly
before sucking it deep into his mouth in rhythmic tugs. Sharp and
violent, her cries rose, but she managed to keep her eyes on his,
as her orgasm struck. She trembled. Hooking his fingers, he
stimulated the roughened patch of inner flesh that made up her
G-spot.
“Sir!”
She bucked towards his hard working mouth and fingers. As the
pleasure spent itself, his mouth eased, gently lapping at the
trickling juices coating her thighs. Leaning back against the door,
she softly sobbed. Jackson rose to his feet, sucking her pleasure
off his fingers, before righting her clothing.
“ Don’t
cry, ma peekôn, you needed it . ” He cupped her face, brushing a tear off her dark brown
cheek. She stared at him in a daze, as if not certain how to answer
him. He immediately recognized the signs of sub-drop. He continued to speak softly to
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