I can’t explain what it is about that area, but trailing light kisses and mixing them with gentle bites that make his hips buck from the bed does everything for me. It’s hypnotising being so close to his cock but not quite there.
Taking the small vibrator, I turn it on. James bites his lower lip before they part with a gasp as I run it slowly up his thigh and over his balls. I circle his balls with the vibrating toy, watching as they tighten, and his cock twitches for me.
"You are such a beautiful man, James. Such a good fuck toy. I like playing with you." He lets out a low moan as I trail it down his other thigh and make my way back up. "Tell me, do you want me to touch your cock? Make you come again?"
"Yes… Please," he whispers. Pre-cum now glistens at the tip of his head.
Bringing the vibrator back to his balls, I work it around them again, dropping it below on to his perineum.
His head tilts back. "Oh, that’s good. Please, don’t stop," he moans. His cock now throbs and dances for me. I sit up on the heels of my feet, watching his face and his body as I work it just near to his hole and up to his balls, knowing this is a sensitive spot. Clearly, he enjoys it. His
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muscles across his abdomen simultaneously clench and relax, his breathing erratic and quicker now.
I trace the veins of his cock with the tip of the bullet and study his reaction. I like this kind of play when I want to edge someone. Can he take it or call time out and beg? I hope for the latter. Nothing quite like a sub begging for pleasure.
A low, deep groan rumbles from his chest, his hips trying to increase the pressure against the bullet. “Iz, please, I need more.”
“In what way, darling?” I ask sweetly.
He lets out an exasperated groan and says, “You. I need you, please, Iz.”
“But you have me already. I’m pleasuring you right now. What more could you ever want?” I keep my tone innocent.
“Iz, you know what I mean,” he grits out, seemingly forgetting who the boss is here.
It’s time to teach him some manners. He needs to remember who he’s talking to.
I crawl up his body, letting my breasts brush along his chest. My hand grips his face, my fingertips digging into his cheeks.
"I want doesn’t fucking get. Remember who the fuck you’re talking to.”
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He stills and goes silent. It’s make or break time, and my stomach lurches.
“I’m sorry, Isabelle. You’re all I want. Please, give me more.”
That’s more like it. He’s showing promise. I turn around on him so I’m facing down his body.
“Eat my pussy, James, and make me come. Then I’ll decide if you get more.”
There’s one thing I know wholeheartedly at this point— this man knows what to do with his mouth. I lower myself to his face, my hands on his hips to support myself, giving me a full view of that pretty dick dancing and twitching, begging to be touched. The thought of it throbbing there, desperate for release that only I will allow, makes my body light up. His skilful tongue glides along me, his teeth grazing my clit as he sucks it into his mouth, bringing me to a hard, sharp orgasm that tears through me and makes me shake.
I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do. Almost.
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Chapter 29
James
"Please, Iz, I’m begging you. Please." I plead as she unties my hands, rubbing my wrists gently to ease the marks there.
She can’t leave me like this. This is too cruel. I reach out to stroke her face, to look deep into her eyes and beg for release.
"James, sweetheart, for all our actions, there are consequences. You forgot your place this morning, and you apologised very well. But saying sorry doesn’t always mean you’ve learnt your lesson. So today, you’ll go unsatisfied, and you’ll remember this every time you think about it. And you won’t do it again, will you?"
