advantage of being able to look at Master Gareth guilt free.
He’d sat down on a stool, his gaze locked on me as I scooted into the expected position. Gareth had come straight from the university to my place, so he hadn’t taken the opportunity to change out of his black dress pants and his navy-blue dress shirt. His black hair was messy, which meant he’d been running his hands through it a dozen times. He only did that when he was stressed or worried about something, a tell I’d picked up on quickly in our time together.
It’s still weird seeing him dressed in anything other than leather when we are doing a scene. I’m sure no matter how many months pass, my first memory of him coming up on the stage of The Tail Whip, offering himself up as part of a charity auction, will be how I expect him to appear.
The top three buttons of his shirt had been undone, revealing the dark chest hair I loved to touch and the strong column of his neck. He’d been sweating too from the exertion of the flogging and spanking, making his skin look richer in texture. His cock was hard and bulged out the front of his pants, a hidden delight.
It was the only reassurance I’d had that he really did want me.
Finally, when I got into the position I knew he wanted me to be in, I lowered my chin to my chest and waited. We’d been working on my training, even if he refused to call it that, and I knew what he expected. Strangely, that knowledge helped quiet my mind. All I needed to do was kneel and wait. He’d tell me what he wanted, or he’d take what he needed. My only task was to listen, react, let him take control and call the shots.
“I can’t do what you want, Liz. Not yet.”
There was something in his voice that drew my attention. He wasn’t looking at me, his gaze locked on the floor. It was the hardest thing in the whole damn world not to say my safeword so he’d be forced to let me go. I wanted nothing more than to pull him into a hug to try to make things better.
Shit, I wasn’t completely certain what was wrong, but I couldn’t stand to see him this way. He was a good man and he deserved to be happy.
I wish he’d let himself be happy…
“That’s okay.” I was surprised how shaky my voice sounded. “I didn’t mean to push you.”
“It’s just—fuck it.” Master Gareth growled. “You’ve been a good girl tonight. What do you want? Tell me one thing.”
This wasn’t the time to have a heart to heart—neither one of us were up for it. Which left me with only one answer.
“I want to suck your cock until you come.”
Okay, so I’d learned not to beat around the bush with him. You can’t blame a girl for being direct.
Master Gareth nodded and stood. Words can’t describe how happy I was to see that his cock hadn’t softened. He was still turned-on and it was my job to make sure he got every bit of pleasure his body could handle.
I opened my mouth before he had taken himself out, which pulled a smile from him. “Greedy.”
I hoped he could tell I was smiling inside my head.
The skin of his crown was soft as he dragged his cock along my bottom lip. “You’ve such a beautiful mouth.”
I let my tongue slip out so I could taste him. The tip was already covered in pre-cum, bitter and wonderful against my taste buds. It was hard not to lean in and suck him, but I didn’t want to ruin things for either of us. Master Gareth had taught me that sex is the same as good food or wine—something to be savored, never rushed. Every moment spent with a lover is precious and shouldn’t be squandered because you never know when you’ll have another chance to be with them.
They could be taken from you in the blink of an eye.
I kept my gaze focused on his face and not on the treat before me. His brown eyes sparkled and his lips had turned up in a soft smile.
“Good girl. You’re waiting and being patient. You should definitely get your treat.”
He began to stroke his shaft, his hand going to the base of
He’d sat down on a stool, his gaze locked on me as I scooted into the expected position. Gareth had come straight from the university to my place, so he hadn’t taken the opportunity to change out of his black dress pants and his navy-blue dress shirt. His black hair was messy, which meant he’d been running his hands through it a dozen times. He only did that when he was stressed or worried about something, a tell I’d picked up on quickly in our time together.
It’s still weird seeing him dressed in anything other than leather when we are doing a scene. I’m sure no matter how many months pass, my first memory of him coming up on the stage of The Tail Whip, offering himself up as part of a charity auction, will be how I expect him to appear.
The top three buttons of his shirt had been undone, revealing the dark chest hair I loved to touch and the strong column of his neck. He’d been sweating too from the exertion of the flogging and spanking, making his skin look richer in texture. His cock was hard and bulged out the front of his pants, a hidden delight.
It was the only reassurance I’d had that he really did want me.
Finally, when I got into the position I knew he wanted me to be in, I lowered my chin to my chest and waited. We’d been working on my training, even if he refused to call it that, and I knew what he expected. Strangely, that knowledge helped quiet my mind. All I needed to do was kneel and wait. He’d tell me what he wanted, or he’d take what he needed. My only task was to listen, react, let him take control and call the shots.
“I can’t do what you want, Liz. Not yet.”
There was something in his voice that drew my attention. He wasn’t looking at me, his gaze locked on the floor. It was the hardest thing in the whole damn world not to say my safeword so he’d be forced to let me go. I wanted nothing more than to pull him into a hug to try to make things better.
Shit, I wasn’t completely certain what was wrong, but I couldn’t stand to see him this way. He was a good man and he deserved to be happy.
I wish he’d let himself be happy…
“That’s okay.” I was surprised how shaky my voice sounded. “I didn’t mean to push you.”
“It’s just—fuck it.” Master Gareth growled. “You’ve been a good girl tonight. What do you want? Tell me one thing.”
This wasn’t the time to have a heart to heart—neither one of us were up for it. Which left me with only one answer.
“I want to suck your cock until you come.”
Okay, so I’d learned not to beat around the bush with him. You can’t blame a girl for being direct.
Master Gareth nodded and stood. Words can’t describe how happy I was to see that his cock hadn’t softened. He was still turned-on and it was my job to make sure he got every bit of pleasure his body could handle.
I opened my mouth before he had taken himself out, which pulled a smile from him. “Greedy.”
I hoped he could tell I was smiling inside my head.
The skin of his crown was soft as he dragged his cock along my bottom lip. “You’ve such a beautiful mouth.”
I let my tongue slip out so I could taste him. The tip was already covered in pre-cum, bitter and wonderful against my taste buds. It was hard not to lean in and suck him, but I didn’t want to ruin things for either of us. Master Gareth had taught me that sex is the same as good food or wine—something to be savored, never rushed. Every moment spent with a lover is precious and shouldn’t be squandered because you never know when you’ll have another chance to be with them.
They could be taken from you in the blink of an eye.
I kept my gaze focused on his face and not on the treat before me. His brown eyes sparkled and his lips had turned up in a soft smile.
“Good girl. You’re waiting and being patient. You should definitely get your treat.”
He began to stroke his shaft, his hand going to the base of
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