“Oh. No girls allowed?”
His hands stroked down either side of my face and I melted into his touch. “No girls.” He dropped another sweet kiss on me. “You ready for bed?”
I leaned into him so I had to tip my chin up at a sharp angle, begging for another kiss, which he gave me. “Yes.”
“Good, cuz I’m hungry,” he growled, nibbling down my neck, his beard burning me along the way.
“Not so fast,” I hummed. “Good boys get their collars on.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And get your leash too.”
The spark in Jack’s eyes sent a shiver through me.
I waited in our bathroom doorway while Jack disappeared into our closet. He appeared again with his collar and leash in his hand, dressed only in his underwear.
“Such a pretty boy,” I told him, slowly walking his way. When I got to him, his eyes were downcast, and I stepped into his line of vision. “Lift your chin. Let’s get you dressed.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jack closed his eyes while I clipped his collar on, the “GOOD BOY” on the label shining at me. I hooked the leash into the slot at the back of his neck.
“Kneel for me.”
Jack sank to his knees, resting back on his heels while he waited for my next instruction.
I stroked my hand over his hair. “So beautiful, Jackie. Let’s have a little walk.”
Holding his leash tight behind his head, but not pulling on his neck, he crawled beside me as I walked.
“Such a good boy for me. You’re being a little too good.”
“I want to be good for you, ma’am.”
I puffed out my bottom lip. “Are you not feeling bratty?”
We arrived beside the bed and I sat on the edge, letting him rest his head against my thighs. “Not tonight, ma’am.”
I examined him, his lashes splayed over his cheeks as he rested against me. “You need me to go easy on you?”
Jack sat back on his heels and looked up at me. “I just want to worship you, ma’am.”
If part of being his Domme was helping him get what he needed, I was happy to provide that.
I unclipped his leash and hung it on our bedframe. “Then worship me however you see fit.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Jack kissed the tops of my feet, taking his time dragging his lips and tongue up first one leg, then the other. He stood, shifting his hands behind my back. He lifted me to scoot me to the middle of the bed. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
With tender care, he helped me lift my bottom to get my underwear off, then my bra. He grinned as he disappeared under the bed, pulling out the sex wedge he’d bought for us to use. “On your stomach, please, ma’am. If that’s comfortable for you.”
I was so happy to see Jack asking for what he wanted. He helped me get into position at the edge of the bed, my hips elevated and his face positioned behind me where he knelt. “You comfortable, sweetheart?” he rasped.
“Yes, baby. Being so good for me.”
I heard Jack’s smiling snort before his tongue sank into me from the back. His hands smoothed over the globes of my ass, squeezing and spreading me wider. He hummed as he continued his work, and though I couldn’t see him, his lips and tongue displayed his passion.
“Fuck, it’s so good, Jackie,” I moaned.
He knew what he had to do and kept at it, a strong suck drawing me out before his tongue flicked the sensitive flesh.
