wink.
I frowned. “No. Because you were getting your clothes dirty and that’s wasteful. My Dirty Playboy didn’t have to literally be dirty.”
“But I was showing you I don’t care about expensive things,” he retorted. “These pants are three hundred dollars, and I would kneel in the dirt for you.”
I snapped and pointed down, and immediately he dropped to the ground again. “That’s a wonderful sentiment, but it’s the same thing as buying an entire bag of pastries for two people. Treat what you have with care, not as though you could buy a hundred of them. You better not treat Johnny that way,” I lectured. Or me, I wanted to add. He could have hundreds of girls, but he needs to choose to treat me right.
Head hung low, Aston nodded. “I understand. I’m sorry.”
I shrugged. “Just work it off with your tongue.”
Aston picked his head up and smiled. “That I can do.”
Running my fingers through his hair, and watching as he realized I was resuming what he’d begun, I started to get aroused all over again. Aston’s nose skimmed my thigh as he kissed his way up my leg. His fingers followed in a hot trail, and soon his thumbs were hooked under my satin thong.
“May I take these off, Mistress?” Aston asked, hazel-green eyes looking up at me through his thick, dark lashes.
I nodded, biting my lip, as he pulled them off my body. I was already wet, and could feel my dampness on the panties as they left a warm trail down my leg. Aston noticed this, too, and licked it up.
“You taste amazing,” he said in a lusty whisper.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, coming from a chef.”
Aston smiled a wolfish grin and then with no further hesitation, buried his head between my legs. I pushed my skirt up over my hips to watch him lap at my pussy, frenzied and hungry. It was like watching someone lick at a rapidly melting ice-cream cone, frantically trying to prevent a single drop from spilling. He was desperate, starving, and I was enjoying being the source of his hunger.
Spreading my legs wider, I draped one leg over his shoulder, deepening his access to my body. His long tongue swirled in and out, and soon I was pulling on his hair, pushing his face against me, desperate for the release that was so near.
And that was before he added his fingers.
The moment Aston plunged two fingers inside me and hooked them slightly to hit my G-spot, it was all I needed. I shattered with pleasure, tossing my head against the headrest and riding the wave of ecstasy. I felt the sudden urge to push him away, my nerve endings were so sensitive as he continued to slowly tongue away the last bits of moisture. But it felt so good, I just watched, relishing in my relaxed bliss until finally, he pulled away.
“That was incredible.” I extended my hands to him, and I helped pull him to standing. His knees were dusty, so I handed him a napkin from the pastry cache. He cleaned himself off, then moved to re-dress.
“I’m tempted to make you drive all the way to Niagara naked,” I said, watching his fine body and taut muscles. “But I’m a nice Mistress. Especially now that I’m satisfied.”
He chuckled. “I’m starting to wonder if we’ll get slapped with some sort of public indecency fine before this trip is done.”
I shrugged. “It may be worth it.”
“You may be right.”
“Rise and shine, Retro Girl! Today’s your first day of Sarah’s patented Dommercize—whip yourself and your subbie into shape! Ha. You like that, don’t you? Anyway, today’s tip of the day is to see where your desires take you. Sometimes, you may not want to be in complete control and that’s fine! It’s a new relationship, so learn to read each other before trying to teach him anything. Now, let’s whoop YOUR ass! The move for today is the weighted jumping jack. Take a weight, or something that’s roughly between three and five pounds, and do jumping jacks with it. The added resistance will make you work twice as hard.
I frowned. “No. Because you were getting your clothes dirty and that’s wasteful. My Dirty Playboy didn’t have to literally be dirty.”
“But I was showing you I don’t care about expensive things,” he retorted. “These pants are three hundred dollars, and I would kneel in the dirt for you.”
I snapped and pointed down, and immediately he dropped to the ground again. “That’s a wonderful sentiment, but it’s the same thing as buying an entire bag of pastries for two people. Treat what you have with care, not as though you could buy a hundred of them. You better not treat Johnny that way,” I lectured. Or me, I wanted to add. He could have hundreds of girls, but he needs to choose to treat me right.
Head hung low, Aston nodded. “I understand. I’m sorry.”
I shrugged. “Just work it off with your tongue.”
Aston picked his head up and smiled. “That I can do.”
Running my fingers through his hair, and watching as he realized I was resuming what he’d begun, I started to get aroused all over again. Aston’s nose skimmed my thigh as he kissed his way up my leg. His fingers followed in a hot trail, and soon his thumbs were hooked under my satin thong.
“May I take these off, Mistress?” Aston asked, hazel-green eyes looking up at me through his thick, dark lashes.
I nodded, biting my lip, as he pulled them off my body. I was already wet, and could feel my dampness on the panties as they left a warm trail down my leg. Aston noticed this, too, and licked it up.
“You taste amazing,” he said in a lusty whisper.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, coming from a chef.”
Aston smiled a wolfish grin and then with no further hesitation, buried his head between my legs. I pushed my skirt up over my hips to watch him lap at my pussy, frenzied and hungry. It was like watching someone lick at a rapidly melting ice-cream cone, frantically trying to prevent a single drop from spilling. He was desperate, starving, and I was enjoying being the source of his hunger.
Spreading my legs wider, I draped one leg over his shoulder, deepening his access to my body. His long tongue swirled in and out, and soon I was pulling on his hair, pushing his face against me, desperate for the release that was so near.
And that was before he added his fingers.
The moment Aston plunged two fingers inside me and hooked them slightly to hit my G-spot, it was all I needed. I shattered with pleasure, tossing my head against the headrest and riding the wave of ecstasy. I felt the sudden urge to push him away, my nerve endings were so sensitive as he continued to slowly tongue away the last bits of moisture. But it felt so good, I just watched, relishing in my relaxed bliss until finally, he pulled away.
“That was incredible.” I extended my hands to him, and I helped pull him to standing. His knees were dusty, so I handed him a napkin from the pastry cache. He cleaned himself off, then moved to re-dress.
“I’m tempted to make you drive all the way to Niagara naked,” I said, watching his fine body and taut muscles. “But I’m a nice Mistress. Especially now that I’m satisfied.”
He chuckled. “I’m starting to wonder if we’ll get slapped with some sort of public indecency fine before this trip is done.”
I shrugged. “It may be worth it.”
“You may be right.”
“Rise and shine, Retro Girl! Today’s your first day of Sarah’s patented Dommercize—whip yourself and your subbie into shape! Ha. You like that, don’t you? Anyway, today’s tip of the day is to see where your desires take you. Sometimes, you may not want to be in complete control and that’s fine! It’s a new relationship, so learn to read each other before trying to teach him anything. Now, let’s whoop YOUR ass! The move for today is the weighted jumping jack. Take a weight, or something that’s roughly between three and five pounds, and do jumping jacks with it. The added resistance will make you work twice as hard.
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