cock drive deep as he released into the condom. Lifting his head, he caught his breath. Talk about submissive positions! Palms flat against the wall, eyes closed, and a soft surrendering expression on her face. Again, the thought of having her beyond this time came to his mind, but he dismissed it. Now it was fantastic, but lightning couldn’t strike twice. Take what he could and let it go. That had been his mantra for nearly a decade. It had served him well so he would stick to it.
Part of being a Dom was ensuring the sub’s pleasure. She hadn’t orgasmed so he would take care of that. Easing out of her, he smiled at her whimper, at the way her hands reached for him. As if to keep his cock inside her.
“Stand up, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m going to eat your pussy.”
“What?” She frowned.
“Don’t tell me no one’s ever licked your pussy.” He cocked an eyebrow as he knelt before her. “No one’s eaten this?” His fingers parted her folds.
Francine shrugged. “Um, my ex-fiancé didn’t like to, but I have a feeling nothing you do to me is going to come close to what might have been done to me before,” she replied, eyes wide as she looked down at him.
She left the words ‘or after’ unspoken. But he understood. And liked the idea of her comparing him to other men. Until he thought of men touching her after him. Anger at the unknown men flared. His hands gripped her thighs and she gasped at the roughness. Ignoring that, he began nibbling just above her bare folds and then went straight for the tiny nub jutting out from its cover.
She cried out as he took her clit in his teeth. Two fingers stabbed into her pussy and stroked hard and deep. Just as he had sucked on her nipples, he drew her little nub into his mouth. Her soft mewling spurred him to push her further, faster. He hooked his fingers inside her and pressed his thumb just under her clit. In seconds, she exploded, drenching his mouth. Hungrily, he lapped up her sweet juices. When her fingers tightened in his hair, he smiled. She was close again.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he told her, standing.
He wanted to teach her about patience, how waiting could increase her orgasm. He hadn’t considered Francine’s wakening sexual needs.
“Please,” she begged, pressing close. “Please.”
“Food first.”
Spoiled by his previous attentions, Francine shook her head and rubbed her breasts against his chest.
“One more?” she whispered. Her hand wrapped around his cock. “Please?”
Grant inhaled swiftly as his dick reacted to her attention. Damn thing! If he didn’t get control of the situation, he might as well have himself tied to the bed!
Stepping back, he caught her wrists.
“I said, not yet,” he repeated firmly. And struggled to bite back a laugh at the petulant look that appeared on her face. Keeping his own expression stern, he lifted her chin while holding both her wrists in his other hand. “Are you spoiled already?”
“I just want…”
“I know what you want, but you have to wait.”
“Why?” she demanded. “You want it, too!”
“Because someone has to have control and that is me.”
“I thought you said the sub had ultimate control and…” Her eyes darted sideways at him and he caught the gleam through the gold tresses.
Growling, he picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and walked out of the bathroom. She’d gone too far and she’d known what she was doing. She’d been trying to see what she could get away with and he was going to show her. Going through the bedroom, he knew exactly what to do. When he’d been describing the St. Andrew’s cross, he’d seen her reaction. The spanking bench had turned her on, but the idea of being tied and completely exposed had really made her hot. So he went straight to the far corner and set her down.
“What—” The word was swallowed up in a gasp as she looked up.
Before she could back away, as if he would let her, he had her wrists secure and
Part of being a Dom was ensuring the sub’s pleasure. She hadn’t orgasmed so he would take care of that. Easing out of her, he smiled at her whimper, at the way her hands reached for him. As if to keep his cock inside her.
“Stand up, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m going to eat your pussy.”
“What?” She frowned.
“Don’t tell me no one’s ever licked your pussy.” He cocked an eyebrow as he knelt before her. “No one’s eaten this?” His fingers parted her folds.
Francine shrugged. “Um, my ex-fiancé didn’t like to, but I have a feeling nothing you do to me is going to come close to what might have been done to me before,” she replied, eyes wide as she looked down at him.
She left the words ‘or after’ unspoken. But he understood. And liked the idea of her comparing him to other men. Until he thought of men touching her after him. Anger at the unknown men flared. His hands gripped her thighs and she gasped at the roughness. Ignoring that, he began nibbling just above her bare folds and then went straight for the tiny nub jutting out from its cover.
She cried out as he took her clit in his teeth. Two fingers stabbed into her pussy and stroked hard and deep. Just as he had sucked on her nipples, he drew her little nub into his mouth. Her soft mewling spurred him to push her further, faster. He hooked his fingers inside her and pressed his thumb just under her clit. In seconds, she exploded, drenching his mouth. Hungrily, he lapped up her sweet juices. When her fingers tightened in his hair, he smiled. She was close again.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he told her, standing.
He wanted to teach her about patience, how waiting could increase her orgasm. He hadn’t considered Francine’s wakening sexual needs.
“Please,” she begged, pressing close. “Please.”
“Food first.”
Spoiled by his previous attentions, Francine shook her head and rubbed her breasts against his chest.
“One more?” she whispered. Her hand wrapped around his cock. “Please?”
Grant inhaled swiftly as his dick reacted to her attention. Damn thing! If he didn’t get control of the situation, he might as well have himself tied to the bed!
Stepping back, he caught her wrists.
“I said, not yet,” he repeated firmly. And struggled to bite back a laugh at the petulant look that appeared on her face. Keeping his own expression stern, he lifted her chin while holding both her wrists in his other hand. “Are you spoiled already?”
“I just want…”
“I know what you want, but you have to wait.”
“Why?” she demanded. “You want it, too!”
“Because someone has to have control and that is me.”
“I thought you said the sub had ultimate control and…” Her eyes darted sideways at him and he caught the gleam through the gold tresses.
Growling, he picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and walked out of the bathroom. She’d gone too far and she’d known what she was doing. She’d been trying to see what she could get away with and he was going to show her. Going through the bedroom, he knew exactly what to do. When he’d been describing the St. Andrew’s cross, he’d seen her reaction. The spanking bench had turned her on, but the idea of being tied and completely exposed had really made her hot. So he went straight to the far corner and set her down.
“What—” The word was swallowed up in a gasp as she looked up.
Before she could back away, as if he would let her, he had her wrists secure and
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