I lean forward and brush a kiss on her lips before straightening and unfastening my pants. I kick off my shoes as I push my pants and boxer briefs down enough to free my cock. I love that Flora’s only in her high heels and that I’m still dressed. I stroke myself and graze her lips with the tip of my cock. I tap her bottom lip, and she opens for me. She curls her tongue as though it’s an invitation for my dick to rest in the valley.
It would be rude to decline.
I slide into her mouth, but before she can wrap her lips around me and suck, I fist her hair and tug back. I’m careful not to make it feel like I’ll scalp her, but it makes her immobile if she doesn’t want to hurt herself.
“Lick.”
She obeys immediately. It’s like watching her eat an ice-cream cone. She’s thorough, moving around it, not letting any part go too long without her attention.
“Suck.”
Holy fucking heaven. I think I just saw an angel.
I ease my hold on her hair as her head bobs. She closes her eyes and focuses on what she’s doing. She takes me deep, but notenough to gag. She’s silent as she works me, which I appreciate. I find intentional slurping sounds annoying and distracting.
“Can you take more, baby girl?”
She hums her answer. I’m not fucking her face, so I let her decide the pace and how deep my dick goes.
Our relationship is symbiotic.
She ultimately has control and can stop or start our dynamic.
With that control, she cedes decision-making to me, so I control our sexual interludes.
Because I have control of our sexual interludes, I can give her some control of how I want us to fuck.
It’s full circle and works for us. It’s not unlike other D/s relationships we’ve each had, but I know—for me at least—the emotions I feel for Flora far exceed any I’ve had with past partners.
“Chiquita, it’s time for you to know how good this feels.”
I sit back on the bed and inch toward the pillows before holding out my arms to her. I help her balance since hers are still cuffed behind her back. The trust in her eyes and eagerness to continue our roleplaying has depth I haven’t seen in past partners. I want to believe her feelings for me are deeper and more complex than she’s had with men in her past.
I lie down after I grasp her hips. She’s quick to kick off her shoes as I lift her toward me. She straddles my hips, but I pull her closer.
“You’re going to sit on my face while I stick my tongue in your pussy. You’re going to ride it like you’re fucking my cock. You will not come until I say you can.”
“Daddy, you make it impossible to control my orgasms.”
Symbiosis.
She’ll control what happens because she can safe-word, and everything ends without a question. But I control whether she gets an orgasm.
She inches forward until her knees are beside my ears. She lowers herself, and I lick her pussy. I press her down, so I can thrust my tongue inside her.
“¡Ay, Papí!”
“Fuck that’s hot, Flora.”
I pull my mouth away to mutter that one sentence, then I dive back in. My fingers grip her ass as I move her at the pace I want. I watch as her hips roll, bringing her clit closer to my nose and then retreat. The movement makes her look like a belly dancer, and it’s erotic as fuck. Our gazes meet, and I know she’s observing me to see what I want and what I like. What I want is to torment her until she begs to get off.
She moans as I suck her clit while pulling her ass cheeks apart. My chin stubble rubs against her cunt and between her cheeks. She shifts as though she wants more. I press down on her hips, holding her in place as I open and close my mouth around her clit, flicking it with my tongue.
“Fuck, Daddy.”
She tries to move faster, but I don’t let her. Just the opposite. I stop altogether.
“Daddy!”
