who knew all his secrets and would protect them with his life.
"Oh, but there must be something I will discover."
"You will have enough to cope with when your endurance is tested. You needn't
bother worrying about my dull life."
She began to cough at that statement. "Admittedly, I don't know you well, but
from all I have observed, your life is anything but dull."
"I have been fortunate to be able to live life on my own terms, but short of
meeting pleasant women such as yourself, I live a rather mundane existence."
"We must see if we can't remedy that, sir," she said, as she rolled toward him and
took his blazing erection into her mouth.
"Ah, that, my dear, is a good start."
Chapter Twelve
Prentice's mind went blank. Desiree sucked him as though his cock were a stick
of peppermint candy. My God, where did she learn to do this? His body convulsed as
she brought him to the brink, and then backed away, prolonging the delicious torment.
He could have sworn he heard her chuckle when he'd anticipated his release,
only to have her clever tongue move to a less sensitive spot. The tension built and
abated until he was sure he'd go mad with want.
His hands held her head in place, his fingers gripping her hair. He wasn't sure he
could keep from pulling, and his mind was too consumed to care.
"Now, please." He could stand no more, greedy bastard that he was. He thrust
his hips up, jamming his cock fully into her throat. He heard a chocking sound but her
head, tongue and lips never stopped moving. The sensations were unearthly. He was in
cock-eating heaven, a place from which he never wished to return.
He threw his head back as he exploded into her mouth, feeling her swallow
frantically.
"Oh, fuck."
He wasn't in control of his jerky movements as the aftershocks kept coming, and
his hips kept thrusting. His cock throbbed inside her warm, moist mouth as the last
vestiges of his seed were being pumped down her throat. He felt a vibration.
"Mmm."
Weakly, he lowered his head, and a most beautiful sight met his eyes. Desiree
was laving his nearly limp cock, not letting a drop of his seed escape her tongue. His
heart thrummed, and fear seized his body. The kind of fear one has when the unknown
stares you in the face and threatens your way of life, but not your life itself. The fear that
your life is about to change, and the balance you have so carefully established is about
to be upset.
He gently pulled her to his chest, setting his fear aside, albeit temporarily. He
kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. The aroma of sex filled the air, an aphrodisiac to
the lusty beast his body hosted.
"Very well done, my dear. Well done, indeed."
"I am so happy you enjoyed it." Her eyes twinkled, seducing his mind
completely.
He held her for several minutes, mediating a battle between reason and want.
He closed his eyes and fell into a familiar train of thought. He'd long ago
accepted something about himself that, from the outside, few people but those who
knew him well would ever guess. Prentice Hyde's thoughts trended toward the
perverted. Nothing or no one would ever change that about him, for he was quite
content—no, downright happy—fulfilling his wicked fantasies, all the while wishing to
again share them with someone who was equally wicked.
He'd not apologized to anyone for getting a raging cockstand as he spanked a
lady's ass. The turn of a pretty ankle hadn't done it for him since he was thirteen.
Abigail had understood him without question, had participated and enjoyed, not
just allowed him to do as was his wont. She was a jewel in his life, one he knew he
hadn't deserved.
Now, another woman had come into his life, his equal in many ways, able to take
the pain of his spankings, and later, beg for more. As he held her, he questioned
whether she could withstand the whole of what he had in store. There were things he'd
not done to her, urges he'd purposely quelled, lest she run for the
"Oh, but there must be something I will discover."
"You will have enough to cope with when your endurance is tested. You needn't
bother worrying about my dull life."
She began to cough at that statement. "Admittedly, I don't know you well, but
from all I have observed, your life is anything but dull."
"I have been fortunate to be able to live life on my own terms, but short of
meeting pleasant women such as yourself, I live a rather mundane existence."
"We must see if we can't remedy that, sir," she said, as she rolled toward him and
took his blazing erection into her mouth.
"Ah, that, my dear, is a good start."
Chapter Twelve
Prentice's mind went blank. Desiree sucked him as though his cock were a stick
of peppermint candy. My God, where did she learn to do this? His body convulsed as
she brought him to the brink, and then backed away, prolonging the delicious torment.
He could have sworn he heard her chuckle when he'd anticipated his release,
only to have her clever tongue move to a less sensitive spot. The tension built and
abated until he was sure he'd go mad with want.
His hands held her head in place, his fingers gripping her hair. He wasn't sure he
could keep from pulling, and his mind was too consumed to care.
"Now, please." He could stand no more, greedy bastard that he was. He thrust
his hips up, jamming his cock fully into her throat. He heard a chocking sound but her
head, tongue and lips never stopped moving. The sensations were unearthly. He was in
cock-eating heaven, a place from which he never wished to return.
He threw his head back as he exploded into her mouth, feeling her swallow
frantically.
"Oh, fuck."
He wasn't in control of his jerky movements as the aftershocks kept coming, and
his hips kept thrusting. His cock throbbed inside her warm, moist mouth as the last
vestiges of his seed were being pumped down her throat. He felt a vibration.
"Mmm."
Weakly, he lowered his head, and a most beautiful sight met his eyes. Desiree
was laving his nearly limp cock, not letting a drop of his seed escape her tongue. His
heart thrummed, and fear seized his body. The kind of fear one has when the unknown
stares you in the face and threatens your way of life, but not your life itself. The fear that
your life is about to change, and the balance you have so carefully established is about
to be upset.
He gently pulled her to his chest, setting his fear aside, albeit temporarily. He
kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. The aroma of sex filled the air, an aphrodisiac to
the lusty beast his body hosted.
"Very well done, my dear. Well done, indeed."
"I am so happy you enjoyed it." Her eyes twinkled, seducing his mind
completely.
He held her for several minutes, mediating a battle between reason and want.
He closed his eyes and fell into a familiar train of thought. He'd long ago
accepted something about himself that, from the outside, few people but those who
knew him well would ever guess. Prentice Hyde's thoughts trended toward the
perverted. Nothing or no one would ever change that about him, for he was quite
content—no, downright happy—fulfilling his wicked fantasies, all the while wishing to
again share them with someone who was equally wicked.
He'd not apologized to anyone for getting a raging cockstand as he spanked a
lady's ass. The turn of a pretty ankle hadn't done it for him since he was thirteen.
Abigail had understood him without question, had participated and enjoyed, not
just allowed him to do as was his wont. She was a jewel in his life, one he knew he
hadn't deserved.
Now, another woman had come into his life, his equal in many ways, able to take
the pain of his spankings, and later, beg for more. As he held her, he questioned
whether she could withstand the whole of what he had in store. There were things he'd
not done to her, urges he'd purposely quelled, lest she run for the
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