Does he realize he asked me for something? And it’s close enough to be considered begging?
It looks as if the king, while being the most important piece on the chessboard, is still the most vulnerable.
Even to a pawn like me.
Maximus
Ifuck Emilia’s mouth, wishing it was her cunt.
This enrages me, but I’m too close to coming to give a shit. All I know is this pretty mouth of hers feels better than I thought it would given her inexperience. Maybe it’s her hesitancy that turns me on, or it could be the soft touch of her fingers gliding over my skin. Whatever the reason, I grit my teeth and open my eyes to keep my orgasm from arriving before I’ve had a chance to see my cock buried between her rosy lips. They are bright with color from the friction of my cock going in and out, and fuck if that doesn’t make my balls tight. There’s a tiny furrow to her brow as if she’s concentrating on the task, and her enthusiasm confuses me. I can’t think about it, nor can I dwell on how she voluntarily touched me for the first time.
It shouldn’t fucking matter.
But itdoes.
I shove all thought aside, exchanging it for the feel of her taking me deeper than before. Her eyes widen when the head of my cock taps the back of her throat, and something about that expression does me in. My cock swells, and my orgasm rages through me. My thrusts are almost feral as I plunge into her mouth, forcing her to swallow. She does without a grimace or a trace of disgust.
That fucks me up.
Haven’t I done enough horrendous things to this woman already? They aren’t as bad as I originally planned, but they are not kind either. She should hate me, completely and totally, like I do her, like I want her to reciprocate. Yet Emilia doesn’t carry the darkness in her gaze I expected to see. The green of her eyes is filled with apprehension, fatigue, and…lust. That is what makes them shine as brightly as a candle’s flame.
Why does she always do the unexpected?
That is what makes her a problem.
But tonight she is my solution.
I slowly and reluctantly pull my cock from her mouth, and she licks her swollen lips. I bite back a growl. If I didn’t know she’s a virgin, I’d seriously think she was fucking with me right now. Emilia is sex personified with her soft skin, shapely curves, and delicate features, but her cunt is unblemished.
It begs to be fucked.
By me.
So why do I hold off? Because I want her to yield to me, to beg me, her owner. She called me her master in the car by informing me of the origin of the abbreviationMr., and I wanted to take her then. Now she’s taken me inside her mouth, a part of her body, and it’s not enough. If I am the master, then why do I want to give in to her, my slave?
I probe Emilia’s gaze with mine, and she turns away, her midnight hair catching the dim lighting of the room, which makes it shine. She can’t ever return my stare without retreating in some way, and I’ll allow it for now. However, she didn’t close her eyes or look away when I came in her mouth. My cock stiffens at the mental picture.
“Get up,” I say.
She lifts her head, and her lips part at my erection. I’d shove it in her mouth again if she hadn’t acted amenable to the idea earlier. Would she be just as accepting if it was between her legs instead of her lips? Tonight is not the time to find out. I planned to get her to submit, and Emilia won’t sleep or eat until she does.
She winces as she rises into a standing position. Her knees are red from the floor, and the hue matches her lips. That color on her ass will fit in nicely with the duo. I remove the belt from around her neck and fold the length of it in half while I gauge her reaction. She watches the strip of leather like it’s a serpent ready to strike, and it’s as if she’s read my mind.
I jut my chin toward her lace panties. “Remove those and give them to me.”
She does, and I swallow when she bends down. The action gives me a glimpse of her cunt and drags my gaze to the swaying of her rounded breasts. Her nipples are pebbled, and she shifts her weight after handing me the piece of lace.
“Still not ready to beg?” I ask. I run my thumb over the section that was molded to her crotch, and the scent of her hits my nose, making my nostrils flare. It is intoxicating. My smirk from earlier returns, mostly from amusement but also from satisfaction. “This material is soaked,donnaccia. Tell me why.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it. That is due to either indecision or stubbornness, but I won’t allow the latter. I bend my arm and then swing it in her direction so the belt slaps against her ass cheek and part of her thigh. Emilia twitches and lets out a gasp.
I relish her reaction as well as the blushing of her skin. “Tell me why this lace is fucking drenched. Now.”
She licks her lips, and that distracts me as well as makes my cock jump. This torture is far from one-sided, but at least I can say she will suffer more than I.
“You’ve manipulated my body by touching it in ways that stimulate it to the point of arousal,” she says. “From there, it’s only a matter of continuously doing the same thing until the body reaches its peak of sexual pleasure. You’re using a basic part of biology to gain a reaction from me physically. So the answer is my sex is lubricating itself in preparation for penetration, a way to ensure the coitus between myself and another can be without too much, or no, discomfort. Arousal is also a way to encourage intercourse between a male and female, since her libido may not be as high. I believe this to be true of us.”
She points to my cock. “Take your erection, for example. It happened so quickly and without much stimulation after you ejaculated. Speaking of, a woman’s orgasm is thought to assist in conception by moving the sperm through the uterus. As I said, this is the science behind biology being used as a way to punish me for whatever my father did, because you want to or for some other reason I’m not aware of and probably never will be.” She takes a deep breath. “Sir.”
