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it."
Through her lace thong, he parted her cleft with gentle hands. The tip of his tongue grazed her clit. She gasped and struggled to keep her body from bucking. He had bound her with words instead of rope, and she wanted to honor his trust.
His mouth worked her, lips and tongue and an occasional scrape of teeth. The wisp of fabric between them rubbed at her, sharpening the sensations. At first she didn't think she could come that way, but the insistent workings of his tongue drove her into a frenzy, until she worried she wouldn't be able to stop from coming. He hadn't given her permission.
"Ungh," she groaned, rocking against him, a motion he didn't seem to mind as long as she kept her back and her ass to the wall.
"Want to come, baby?"
"Yes, sir, please."
"Not yet, I'm not done tasting you."
A frustrated cry rose from her throat. He glided his tongue between the folds of her labia and teased her entrance. A steady stream of moans issued from her throat. His incessant ministrations, both tender and firm, had her skimming the edge.
"If you come without permission, I will paddle your ass."
The promise had the opposite of the desired effect, nearly pushing her over the edge. She panted, focusing all her thoughts on keeping her hands against the wall.
He slid a finger beneath her panties and deep inside her. "So wet, baby. So ready for me." He sucked her clit and fingered her G-spot. "Come for me."
She loosened the tension in her body and came with a gasp. Blinding pulses of pleasure thrummed through her, one after the other. She couldn't quiet her cries, even though any passerby in the hallway was sure to hear.
He kissed his way up her body and nuzzled her neck, arms enveloping her. "I've dreamt of doing that a thousand times."
"Trent," she murmured, leaning into him, legs wavering, heart soaring. Submitting to his control had set her free. With her head nestled against his neck, his large, gentle hands stroking her back, she could never go back to the half-life she had lived before.
***
Trent led Cyn to the bed and sat her on his right knee. He combed his fingers through her sleek, black hair. "You okay?"
"Amaze-balls."
He chuckled. "You're giddy."
"Best orgasm ever." She nibbled his ear.
His cock jerked at the feel of her mouth, aching for release. With Cyn in this acquiescent state, she'd probably go along with most anything he suggested. Yet he wanted to make it good for her, too.
Nothing had ever felt as right as having her under his control, trusting him with her pleasure. With her on his lap, teasing him with gentle kisses, the doubts that had plagued him fell away. The dark impulses that came naturally to him were exactly what she wanted.
He brushed her hair behind her ear. "When I spanked you, was that okay?"
"Hot."
He dragged his thumb across her lower lip. "The next time, I won't go so easy on you."
Her eyes darkened. "Yes, sir."
"Let's change up the rules. You can talk to me—I want to know what you're feeling. But no arguments. I expect you to comply with everything I say. And don't do anything without permission."
"Yes, sir." Her cheeks flushed, the pink color giving her an innocent look.
"Take off your top."
Her jaw tensed, but she lifted the camisole over her head, those pretty, round breasts bouncing with the action. He cupped one in his hand, then leaned down and suckled. "This is mine." He worked the nipple with his thumb, flicking and pinching, slowly applying more pressure until she squealed. "I'm going to teach you about pain, Cyn. It doesn't have to be unpleasant. It's just sensation. Thinking is what makes it painful or pleasurable."
She nodded, her eyes downcast.
"I need you to trust me."
"I do."
The apprehension in her voice sliced through him. He kissed her. "I can't do this unless I'm sure it's what you want. If you're having second thoughts—"
"No!" She met his gaze. "It's exactly what I want."
He kissed her mouth, tongue exploring every crevice. Her body fit so
Through her lace thong, he parted her cleft with gentle hands. The tip of his tongue grazed her clit. She gasped and struggled to keep her body from bucking. He had bound her with words instead of rope, and she wanted to honor his trust.
His mouth worked her, lips and tongue and an occasional scrape of teeth. The wisp of fabric between them rubbed at her, sharpening the sensations. At first she didn't think she could come that way, but the insistent workings of his tongue drove her into a frenzy, until she worried she wouldn't be able to stop from coming. He hadn't given her permission.
"Ungh," she groaned, rocking against him, a motion he didn't seem to mind as long as she kept her back and her ass to the wall.
"Want to come, baby?"
"Yes, sir, please."
"Not yet, I'm not done tasting you."
A frustrated cry rose from her throat. He glided his tongue between the folds of her labia and teased her entrance. A steady stream of moans issued from her throat. His incessant ministrations, both tender and firm, had her skimming the edge.
"If you come without permission, I will paddle your ass."
The promise had the opposite of the desired effect, nearly pushing her over the edge. She panted, focusing all her thoughts on keeping her hands against the wall.
He slid a finger beneath her panties and deep inside her. "So wet, baby. So ready for me." He sucked her clit and fingered her G-spot. "Come for me."
She loosened the tension in her body and came with a gasp. Blinding pulses of pleasure thrummed through her, one after the other. She couldn't quiet her cries, even though any passerby in the hallway was sure to hear.
He kissed his way up her body and nuzzled her neck, arms enveloping her. "I've dreamt of doing that a thousand times."
"Trent," she murmured, leaning into him, legs wavering, heart soaring. Submitting to his control had set her free. With her head nestled against his neck, his large, gentle hands stroking her back, she could never go back to the half-life she had lived before.
***
Trent led Cyn to the bed and sat her on his right knee. He combed his fingers through her sleek, black hair. "You okay?"
"Amaze-balls."
He chuckled. "You're giddy."
"Best orgasm ever." She nibbled his ear.
His cock jerked at the feel of her mouth, aching for release. With Cyn in this acquiescent state, she'd probably go along with most anything he suggested. Yet he wanted to make it good for her, too.
Nothing had ever felt as right as having her under his control, trusting him with her pleasure. With her on his lap, teasing him with gentle kisses, the doubts that had plagued him fell away. The dark impulses that came naturally to him were exactly what she wanted.
He brushed her hair behind her ear. "When I spanked you, was that okay?"
"Hot."
He dragged his thumb across her lower lip. "The next time, I won't go so easy on you."
Her eyes darkened. "Yes, sir."
"Let's change up the rules. You can talk to me—I want to know what you're feeling. But no arguments. I expect you to comply with everything I say. And don't do anything without permission."
"Yes, sir." Her cheeks flushed, the pink color giving her an innocent look.
"Take off your top."
Her jaw tensed, but she lifted the camisole over her head, those pretty, round breasts bouncing with the action. He cupped one in his hand, then leaned down and suckled. "This is mine." He worked the nipple with his thumb, flicking and pinching, slowly applying more pressure until she squealed. "I'm going to teach you about pain, Cyn. It doesn't have to be unpleasant. It's just sensation. Thinking is what makes it painful or pleasurable."
She nodded, her eyes downcast.
"I need you to trust me."
"I do."
The apprehension in her voice sliced through him. He kissed her. "I can't do this unless I'm sure it's what you want. If you're having second thoughts—"
"No!" She met his gaze. "It's exactly what I want."
He kissed her mouth, tongue exploring every crevice. Her body fit so
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