Текст книги "Bite Me"
Автор книги: Cynthia Dane
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Chapter 22
IAN
“We need to talk.”
No man likes hearing those words, under any situation. Even if he’s the one uttering them himself, he still doesn’t want to have to say them. Those words? They don’t mean anything good.
Especially coming from a woman who turns your heart upside down when you see her.
I’ve almost forgotten about Stephanie. She’s leaning against my couch, buffing her nails and probably thinking about work and my cock. I’m too distracted right now to fantasize that it’s 100% my cock.
“Of course.” I open the door wide, catching Stephanie’s attention. She frowns as Kathryn shuffles in. Does Katie realize how submissive she looks right now? Downcast eyes. Slouched back. Hair hanging limp from her otherwise tight bun. Most people would still think she looks impeccable, but I know the difference between the usual Kathryn… and this one.
“Oh,” she says, meeting Stephanie’s gaze. “I didn’t realize you had guests.”
“You and me both,” Stephanie mutters. She puts her buffer away and crosses her arm. “Who are you?”
Kathryn is taken aback. Now, the Katie I know would start swinging her balls all over my apartment, putting this woman in her place once and for all. She’s a Domme. That’s what they do. Except this Katie is looking at Stephanie with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen. No, not sad.
Scared?
“This is Kathryn Alison,” I say, knowing full well what spot I’ve put myself in.
Stephanie knows it immediately. Her eyes widen, staring down Kathryn as if she’s an interloper come to destroy half the clan. “That’s Kathryn.”
Katie sucks in her lips. “Yup,” she says. “I’m Kathryn. That Kathryn.”
Fuck. Now we all know it, and Stephanie is looking none too pleased about it.
“I think it’s best if you leave,” I tell Stephanie. Nope. She’s really not pleased about a damn thing.
“Me? I was here first.” Yet she’s off my couch, clutching her purse to her side and looking like she’s ready to take off at a moment’s notice. “Tell her to wait in line.”
“I’ll go.” Kathryn turns around too eagerly. Without thinking, I wrap my arm around her front, my fingers digging into her back as I tuck her safely into my embrace. She shudders.
This is the first time we’ve touched since we last had sex. And so much has happened since then.
“No. Stephanie was seeing herself out.”
I say it softly to Katie, but Stephanie hears a certain tone in my voice. It makes her bristle, and I know I ruined any chance of seeing her again like this.
That’s fine. Not like I knew there was another chance until she showed up tonight. Life goes on as it has before.
Except not really. Kathryn is in my arms, tiny convulses spreading into me from her wary body. I don’t know what’s going on with her, but I know this isn’t a pleasure call.
I tighten my grip on her. Both to keep her here and to reassure her that she’s safe.
“Fine.” Stephanie stops, her lips curling into a menacing smile. “See you. Farewell, Kathryn. You don’t have to worry about this guy forgetting your name.”
I don’t turn to watch the door close. I hear it, and that’s enough.
“Katie.” I loosen my grip, hands going to her shoulders. I’m already taller than her – barely – but she feels so much frailer and smaller tonight. Has something happened? Is someone hurt? “What’s going on?”
A spark erupts in her eyes. Just like that, she’s looking at me, her back straightening and her forehead reaching up toward mine. There she is. That’s the Kathryn I know.
“I’m sorry about the other night. I should have told you I couldn’t make it.”
“Don’t worry about it.” My fingers graze her chin. She does not shudder or sneer. “But I somehow doubt that’s your whole reason for coming here. You would’ve called me just for that.”
“You’re right. I came here for another reason. The real reason we have to talk.”
I gesture to my couch. Saoirse scrambles out from beneath and trots into my guest room turned library. She has a bed there she likes to curl up in around this time of night.
“I didn’t know you have a cat.”
“Even men like some feline companionship.” I gently push her toward the couch and think of offering her a drink. Probably not the best idea. “What’s on your mind?”
She shrugs me off and doesn’t continue. While she doesn’t look like a girl in trouble anymore, she does look like someone in need of a kiss and a stiff drink. I offer neither. Women like Katie aren’t reassured with those things unless it’s established to go ahead. I have no such establishment.
“Ian.” Her voice is firm, unwavering. Standing before me is Kathryn Alison, untouchable in her gray pantsuit. “We need to talk about that bet.”
“It’s fine,” I say. I haven’t really thought about it that much. Especially with everything else going on. “We were drunk.”
“No, no, we need to talk about it.”
“All right.” I once again offer the couch, but she declines.
“I didn’t show up on Wednesday because I was afraid. No, not afraid. Too nervous.”
“About what? It was a date.”
“A date with certain expectations.”
“What expectations? I didn’t anticipate anything except some dinner and maybe some, you know…”
“Exactly. That’s what I was nervous about.”
“Why? I wasn’t going to force you to do anything.”
“I know that, but you have to understand my point of view.”
“All right, what’s your point of view?”
She looks at me as if I’m an idiot. Okay, so maybe I am. If I can’t read her right now, I must be an idiot. That’s fine. I can handle being an idiot.
What I can’t handle is worrying about her.
Finally, Kathryn leans against my couch, in that exact spot Stephanie was in only a few minutes ago. “It’s not the sex, Ian. I’m a big girl and can obviously handle casual sex. It’s the… type of sex.”
“Is casual sex not a type of sex?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m afraid I don’t.”
I also don’t have time for this kind of bullshit. No mind games. Just tell me what’s going through your head, Katie. I don’t want to misjudge you. I don’t want to misinterpret something you’ve said. Just tell me what’s on your fucking mind.
“I wasn’t ready to submit to you.”
“What?” I’m on the verge of laughing. Holy shit, was she going to go through with the bet? “I didn’t expect you to do that at all.”
“Really?”
“Why the hell would I?”
“The bet…”
“Fuck that stupid bet. Like I said, we were drunk. What, were you going to hold me to it if I lost?”
“You weren’t?”
“No!”
“Shit…”
I put a hand on her shoulder, ready to shake with laughter. “I know that’s not who you are. So, I don’t expect you to ever do that.”
“But I…”
“Hm?”
Kathryn turns away, blushing. What have I done to her this time? “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Submitting, that is.”
Well now.
“Not only because of the bet, but also because I’ve been thinking about you a lot in general.” She glances at me. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Which one?”
“Shut up.”
At least I got an eye roll out of her. I’ll take that over this indecisive Kathryn any day.
“I’m being serious, Ian. I know you’re a Dom. At some point even in a casual relationship, you’re going to want to push my boundaries. I have to be prepared for that.”
To admit that I haven’t thought of this is an understatement. I really haven’t. Why would I? As far as I was concerned, we would go along our merry way, having sex when we felt like it. Regular, non-kinky sex outside of maybe some dirty talk. Yet she’s not too far off. I probably would want to push her boundaries in the heat of the moment. Spank her ass while I take her from behind. Shove my cock down her throat and call her filthy names when she’s giving me head. Edge her. Just because I’m not tying her up doesn’t mean I’m not being a Dom in any given situation.
I never even thought about it going the other way around. What if she pushed my boundaries during sex?
“So what are you saying, exactly? That you were afraid I would put you into a compromising situation right away?”
“I don’t know, but I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Thinking that includes what I want not only from you, but my own sex life.”
No way I’m interrupting here. I stay silent, urging her to continue.
The businesslike look on Kathryn’s face intrigues me. This isn’t a woman flirting with me. This is a woman looking to make a business proposal. This is the Kathryn who was ready to twist necks at the presentation last week. You know, the one who turned me on so much I had to have her right there and then.
Be still, my heart.
“I want you to do it, Ian.” She’s puffing out her chest, making herself feel bigger. And letting me see her chest better – let’s not forget that. “I want you to dominate me. For one night.”
Excuse me? I don’t think I heard that correctly. It almost sounded like Kathryn Alison asked m to dominate her.
“I’m serious. I want to know what it feels like to submit to you.”
Normally, I would be enjoying this most immensely. A Domme like Kathryn coming to me under the utmost discretion to ask me to dominate her. Something I’ve been fantasizing about for two weeks now. Her, me, a comfortable playroom where I can do whatever the fuck I want. My way.
I’d be lying if I said I don’t want to know how she feels, looks, sounds when she’s submitting to me.
But I know it’s not that simple.
“Are you sure?” I don’t touch her. It’s hard enough to look at her right now without feeling like I’m going to scare her off. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it if you weren’t.”
“See? That’s why you’re a good guy for this. I’m attracted to you, and you’re not… that much of an asshole.”
I feel so vindicated.
“Tomorrow. Let’s do it tomorrow before I lose my nerve.”
“Tomorrow?” I have an appointment in the early afternoon. Possibly a dinner. “Eight is the earliest I could do. Right here. But… are you sure? You’ve never subbed before.” I state it as a fact, because I know it’s true.
She shakes her head, that bun swishing in the air of my dimly lit apartment. “Don’t make me second guess myself. Tomorrow at eight. I’ll submit to you.”
“You don’t have to do this.” What am I doing? This woman is throwing herself at me, and I’m trying to get her to change her mind? “I’m not going to hold you to any bet.”
Katie keeps shaking her head. “I’ve made up my mind.” Fuck me, she sounds like such a Domme. This will not end well. “Don’t try to talk me out of it.” Her finger is in my chest, hard and unrelenting. “Unless you don’t want to dominate me.”
That low voice. That hiss. That throwing down the gauntlet. She knows how to speak to me, both the man and the Dom.
All I see is me pushing her over the edge of this couch and giving it to her.
I hold back, however. I won’t let myself touch her tonight. Not when it’s like this.
“I’ve thought of nothing but dominating you for ten years now.”
“I knew it.” She’s still growling. “Well, tomorrow you’ll have your chance. You better make it count.” Kathryn begins to leave, fixing any stray hairs in her bun on her way out. “Mr. Mathers, you’d best show this Domme a good fucking time on the other end of the leash. You’d be my first Dom. You better be up to the challenge.”
No pressure, Ian.
No pressure at all.
Chapter 23
KATHRYN
My mind is so clear that I’m having bouts of insecurity regarding my sanity. When I woke up this morning, remembering what I had said to Ian before leaving his place last night, I groaned and thought about calling him to cancel.
Thinking that made me angry. So I took a shower, cooked some breakfast, and am now sitting in front of my big, wide window overlooking a park and doing some meditative yoga.
I’m a strong woman. I feel like I shouldn’t have to tell myself that, but it’s true. I’ve been through worse. I trust Ian – or as much as a woman can trust someone in that situation. Never have I heard a bad word about him in the club. Although I’m not privy to why he and subs go separate ways, I’ve never thought it had to do with his behavior.
No, everything negative I feel is solely due to me.
It takes a lot of nerve and resolve to go up to a man and say dominate me. Perhaps too much. As a Domme, I don’t have to think about my pride or my self-worth. It’s ingrained into me as a part of my role. If I submit? It’s going to be at the forefront of my mind.
Even so, Ian said I didn’t have to do anything. He wanted some casual sex if I was up for it. Doesn’t matter. This whole submission thing is in my head.
If I’m ever going to try it, Ian is the only man I’ll trust with it.
Shit, don’t ask me why! I’m trying to meditate here. And yet all I can think about is Ian Mathers shoving me against two walls and fucking me as if he’ll never have the chance to do it again. As if the world is ending. As if he can’t get enough of me or my body. Usually when men act like that around me, it’s because I’m their Domme. It’s so different having a non-submissive man slather you with attention like that.
It’s noon. People are enjoying the park. Here on my enclosed balcony, I can see their colorful heads moving around, playing games, eating food, jogging… it’s all so peaceful.
I’m at peace.
It won’t be so bad. I’ll go to his place, I’ll do whatever he wants, but at the end of the day I’ll still be the same person. Some women go through gay experimentation – or so I hear. Me? Maybe I’m experimenting with submission.
A deep breath takes me over. In several hours, it will be Ian Mathers taking me over.
***
Two hours later, I receive a text from him. “Instructions.” Hm. Well.
It’s a list of requests. Mostly apparel. I was going to dress girly, but it seems he has other ideas. Multiple lines of text, each one describing what he wants me to wear, appear before me.
He’s a meticulous Dom. I’ve never required my subs to wear anything other than skin.
This is going to be interesting. Perhaps not as interesting as how much my body tingles as I go through my closet, looking for items close enough to his descriptions, however.
I’ve never dressed up for a man before like this. I’ve never followed his instructions, knowing that what I’m doing is meant to arouse him. His tastes, not mine. The way I do my hair, the jewelry I wear, even my underwear… it’s all for him. And me. We pretend it’s all for him.
Maybe this submitting thing is easier than I expected. A part of me can’t wait to see what tonight has in store.
Chapter 24
IAN
I’m a nervous wreck.
Me, a Dom. A man who is used to being in control. Now I’m being given the ultimate control by the woman I least expected. The woman I expected to want me the least. And now the woman I expected to submit the least.
I want her so badly. She consumes my mind all day.
I eat lunch with my father and some of his friends. We take the old-man party to a lounge to waste away the afternoon. Men with forty years on me talk about the good ol’ days and chide me for still being a bachelor. Yet they pour me more drinks, and my father clicks his tongue.
“Don’t want to hear any talk about women right now,” he mumbles. “Ian needs to be focusing on his work, or at least until the hotel is taken care of.” Of course, he beams at me in that know-how way. He’s a man. I’m his son. He wants proof of my virility without actually knowing the details. I’m allowed to wait for marriage, however. I admit it’s not something I think about, even as I turn thirty.
Every man I’m sitting with has a daughter, granddaughter, or niece who is looking for a “nice” man. I know that code talk. I also don’t doubt I’ve seen some of these young ladies at The Dark Hour. Maybe I’ve fucked a couple without realizing it.
I’m not thinking of them. I’m thinking of Kathryn.
Tonight, she’ll submit to me.
We’ll see.
I should be excited. I am. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Men can’t buy experiences like this – not often. Dominating a Domme. Guys salivate at it. I get hard at the thought. There are many aspects of BDSM, and one of them is helping a sub give up utter, complete control. When that sub is usually dominant? It will either be the best sex of their life…
Or the worst.
Many don’t indulge more than once. Maybe they enjoyed it, but it’s not something they want again. I’ve heard about it over drinks, in secret, from other male Doms. You’re hard pressed to find a Dom who has never subbed at least once. We’re quiet about it.
I’ve never subbed. Never interested me. Then again, it’s never interested Kathryn Alison.
Until now.
Until she picked me.
We have an early dinner where I’m offered more drinks, but I decline. I need to keep a level head for tonight. I’m entering my headspace. My headspace. The Dom’s world where I mentally prepare to initiate a beautiful young woman into my sort of play.
It won’t be the first time. But it’s Katie.
On the cab ride home, I think of her wearing the outfit I assigned her. Breasts pushed up. Pussy spread. Her lips all over my cock as I pull her hair and call her whatever name she wants me to call her. I’ll tie her up. I’ll deny her the use of her senses. I’ll make her beg for my cock… and what I keep inside of it.
I wouldn’t be a very good Dom if I didn’t claim a sub like her. Even if it’s one night, I want her to know what I truly feel like inside of her. No condom. No pulling out.
During one of our late night conversations she told me she has an IUD. Got a lovely description of it being put in and how much cramping it caused. I have a hard stomach, but even that made me cross my legs and wince. I never thought I’d be using the information as leverage to have unprotected sex with her.
Unprotected. Fuck, I’m hard in a taxi. What I would give to have a hot woman in my lap right now. Sucking me, fucking me… I don’t care. It’s taking every bit of resolve I have to not hop into my condo and jack the fuck off.
I get the place ready. Make sure I know where everything is. Put out some wine and check the fridge for food in case she shows up hungry. I’m playing a long game tonight. I want to make sure she’s comfortable and into what I’m offering.
I don’t want to scare her off. Even if it ends up with me simply driving my cock into her, my face buried in her throat, I don’t care. Dominating her will be a bonus.
See? She’s doing strange things to me. I don’t get this nervous preparing for a date in my own home. I can’t let her see me nervous. From the moment she steps through that door, I am a man in full control.
Damnit, Kathryn, why are you putting this pressure on me?
***
At 8:10, when I’m thinking about texting her to make sure she’s not standing me up again, someone buzzes my door.
I’m ready. That’s what I tell myself when I step away from my desk and make sure the cat is locked up in the library so she won’t disturb us. Knowing her, she’ll be conked out until 3am when she begins her next stint of crazies.
I’m going crazy.
Especially when I open the door and find Kathryn Alison, dressed as close as she could get to my specifications.
She’s damn close, considering I gave her almost no lead time.
On the surface, she looks like a woman heading home from an office job. A military green trench coat – I had asked for brown, but this works – covering her torso and down to her knees. No pants. Just a couple of black boots that clink on the floor when she walks. Those are a Domme’s boots, no doubt. No buckles or belts, but they’re menacing.
And hot.
Kathryn’s silky blond hair is coiled on top of her head in an elaborate knot. I had asked her to wear it up. Minimal makeup, aside from a hint of lipstick and some eye shadow. I want her to dress up, but to also show me a more natural side. I don’t see any blush, but there’s probably some concealer there.
Two diamond earrings dangle from her lobes and down her long neck. They glitter with every step, and I’m almost so entranced that I don’t notice the spark in her blue eyes and the smile tugging on her lips. I close the door behind her. I don’t offer to take her coat. Not yet.
I know what she’s wearing – or not wearing – beneath it.
“Good evening,” she says, demure but not quite submissive. “Lovely day, isn’t it?”
I step behind her, hands hovering over her hips as my nose takes in the scent of the heady perfume on her neck. “Lovelier now that you’re here, Katie.”
She shivers when I call her that. I don’t know her body language well enough yet to tell if she’s annoyed or excited.
“Do you want a drink?” I move away from her, before I’m enticed too much. It’s important that I draw this out. Her first time. It’s always exciting – even more exciting that it’s her. “I’ve got wine or something harder.”
“Wine is fine.”
She doesn’t help herself to anything. I end up gesturing to the couch, which she slowly approaches and sits upon. Her blond bun bobs above the edge as I pull out two glasses and pour us both some red.
I need it. I don’t doubt she needs it too.
The hardest part right now is trying to act cool. In control. Any sub will count on her Dom to be relaxed and, well, dominant at any moment, especially during a potential scene. It’s my natural state, but this is Katie. She’s seen me burp after dinner and fall asleep on a table after working for hours on end. I’ve talked so casually with her – had such casual sex with her – that it almost doesn’t matter anymore.
Except she’s not any sub. She needs me. To be strong. To be collected.
Do you know how hard it is to be collected around someone like her? Her beautiful thighs poking out from beneath her coat, giving me a hint of the garter she wears? Shit. I want to plant my lips on her and spread those thighs here on my couch. If this were that Wednesday dinner, I’d make my move doing that.
This isn’t Wednesday, Ian. This is Saturday. You’re a Dom right now. Dominate this woman.
“Is it good?” I wrap my arm behind her, pushing my body toward her, cornering her. She’s my prize tonight. My prize for wowing the council. I may have taken her right after that, but now I’m going to slowly devour her until she’s so wet and writhing that she doesn’t even know who she is anymore.
I know that’s what she wants.
Kathryn stiffens. This is going to happen a lot tonight, I know. I’m pushing boundaries on a woman who has never had her boundaries pushed like this before. If I’m gentle with a normal woman her first time submitting? I have to treat Kathryn like a delicate doll – without being obvious that it’s what I’m doing. I don’t want to frighten her or insult her.
“It’s sweet.” The rim of her wineglass hovers around her pink lips. I’m still fighting back my hard-on from earlier today, and all I can think about are those luscious lips on my cock, sucking like I almost got sucked off again by Stephanie May last night.
You kinda owe me, Katie.
“Right. You’re not usually a woman who likes sweet.”
She puts the glass down on the nearest table. “Sweet has its place.” Her eyes glance at mine. “You’re not really a sweet guy, though.”
“No.” My fingers curl around the back of her neck, marking her skin with pressure, testing her limits. “For you I might make an exception.”
She’s doing things to me. She’s always done things to me. That incident we had years ago? I’ve never had that happen with another girl. Not when I was a kid, and definitely not now. Yet from the moment I lightly kiss her throat, inhaling her intoxicating scent and feeling myself stiffen more and more, I feel like it’s about to happen again.
Kathryn Alison gives me tremendous thrills.
It’s only right I give those back to her.
“Katie,” I murmur against her heartbeat, feeling her relax against the couch beneath me. “Do you like it when I call you that?”
Her hand rests on my leg. Her touch is everything I want, everything I need. My body is heating up. My cock is going to make a great escape from my pants if I’m not stupid careful. Tonight will be such a test in self-control.
“Yes.”
“No one else calls you that, right?” I’ve never heard it. Granted, I’m not thinking much about it as I unbutton the top of her coat and reveal that she’s wearing nothing but lacy black underwear beneath. A pushup bra. Not that she needs it… but holy shit, looking into her shadowy cleavage has me… I can’t help it. My hand grabs her breast, gently, although trust me when I say I’m using every ounce of self-control to keep from mauling her.
“You’re the only one, Ian.”
“You will call me sir, tonight.”
This time I know she’s stiffening from discomfort. I reminded her of why she’s here. I’ve established our roles.
She must submit.
“You’re the only one, sir.”
Her voice is droll. Robotic. Fuck. She’s not into it.
And yet here I am with a major hard-on straining against my zipper. So, I don’t care about how she sounds at the moment. She’s lucky I’m not a raging alpha animal right now, splitting her cunt in two and making her scream into the couch.
Ah, fuck.
I don’t know what’s going through her head. I really don’t want to care. I want to hear her call me sir with all the need and passion I want from a sub. It’s not enough to hear the word. I need to hear her true intent.
“You can say no tonight,” I mutter, feeling the heat in her thigh. “You can always say no to anything.”
“I know that… sir.”
“Do you not like this?”
“I’m still getting used to it.”
“You’re beautiful.” These platitudes work for most women, but she’s different. I’ll need to step up my game. “So sexy and smart. I want to give you so much pleasure that you go blind.”
A smile twitches on her lips. “Worship me?”
Domme talk. I can work with it. “I’ll worship you, Katie. Worship you in a way no man has ever dared to worship you before. Trust me. Do you trust me?”
“I don’t know…”
“It’s okay. I know what you mean.”
“Do you know? I trust you to stop if I say so, but do you know me?”
“I’m learning. This is a first for both of us in a lot of ways. Give me a chance to show you a world you’ve never visited before.”
She sucks in her breath, her lips mere inches away from mine. “All right,” she whispers. “Please kiss me… sir.”
I do. I kiss those lips like I’ve been begging to all night, my tongue instantly diving down her throat, claiming everything it can. She has a tight, warm mouth. A little mouth. Yet her tongue is fire, blazing against mine, her hand on my cheek as she kisses me back with every ounce of passion inside of her.
Shit. Shit. I’m so hard.
Shit, shit, her hand is on my cock.
Normally, I would pull her hand away. Normally, I would admonish her for not following directions, but I like her sense of adventure. It’s Katie. I want to go easy on the orders tonight.
It’s Katie.
I don’t know what that means anymore. Just that she’s ruining me as much as I’m getting ready to ruin her.
As we kiss, my hand dipping into her bra to indulge in those soft nipples, her fingers pull down my zipper and dance on the head of my cock. I groan against her tongue, and the next thing I know, she’s got her hand wrapped firmly around me.
“You don’t get to play with that and not do what I want,” I growl, holding back orgasm.
“And what do you want, sir?”
She knows. She knows. “I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.”
I can feel that smile as she continues to kiss me. Insubordinate. I have to remind myself that she’s no normal sub tonight. I have to go easy.
“Thought you would never ask.”
Katie kisses my throat, the buttons on my shirt, and then my belt buckle as she slips onto the floor and in front of my legs. Her blond bun entices me to the point I grab it, filling my hand with thick hair as she completely pulls away the opening of my pants, my cock sticking straight up between us.
I’ve been waiting for this for weeks now. Not only is she finally doing it, but I ordered her to do it.
It makes it hotter.
“Like this?’ she asks, grabbing my base and licking the underside of my cock. Her blue eyes consider me coyly, and I wonder who this is – Kathryn, or Stephanie May? “Anything you want in particular?”
Yes. I want you to swallow me whole, Katie. Why aren’t you doing that? “Tonight, I’ll let you call that shot. I’m going easy on you.”
Her smile briefly fades, but is replaced when she sees my precum glistening on the head of my cock. “Whatever you say.”
There was never any doubt that she was good at this. She’s a Domme, and Dommes use a lot of oral sex as rewards and punishment. They have to be good cock and clit suckers if they’re going to get subs lining up for their domination.
Katie isn’t just good.
She’s fan-fucking-tastic.
If my size intimidates her, I never feel it. Her lips and tongue slide so effortlessly over me that I feel like I’m slipping into a sweet state of unconsciousness. I want to lie back, close my eyes, and enjoy this until I come on that tongue and throat. But I can’t show her that side of me yet. When she looks up at me, with those big, blue eyes, her lips pulsing, her tongue licking, she needs to see my stoic face.
Even though inside I am fucking dying.
Oral with a woman who has a smaller mouth is beyond amazing. They can’t slowly expand and open up to take you, like an aroused slit does. It’s a different kind of pleasure. A woman working her mouth open to take you. Relaxing her gag to swallow you without choking. Maneuvering cunning tongues so you’re always on the brink of orgasm. And that look Katie gives me. She can feel how much I love this, even if she can’t see it in my poker face. She can feel it in the way my cock trembles in her mouth, in the way I squeeze her bun, in the way my heat expands through her body. Whether she’s jerking my shaft and sucking nothing but my tip, or swallowing me whole so my cock is surrounded by tight, warm heat… she knows this is an instance where a sub has total control.
I am losing control.
All right, Ian, it’s decision time. We’re almost to the point of no return. Another minute of this, and you’ll be shooting your seed somewhere. Either in her mouth or…
I could spend it on her breasts. The ones poking out of that pushup bra and tantalizing my eyes. Or I could spray her pretty hair… but I would like to keep grabbing it.
I’ll grab it now.
“Mmf!” I’ve never felt a gag relax so quickly. For a moment even I panick that I choked her too hard, that I’d have to pull out and watch her fight to catch her breath as she smacks me for that and I lose her all night, forever. But she’s quick to adapt. Katie takes a deep breath through her nostrils and resumes sucking me, squeezing my base, my balls, mimicking swallowing motions in her throat so I have a constant stream of ripples going over my cock.
