Why do I like this so much? Why does this make so much sense to me? It’s like when I suddenly notice my breathing, and then I’m questioning if I ever knew how to breathe in the first place. But there’s no question that my body wants andwas madefor her instructions.
Her eyes sharpen and her teeth dig into her bottom lip when I tear off my undershirt. I don’t need words to feel her praise and appreciation—her energy flows into my veinslike an IV drip. I skim one hand from my neck, down my stomach, and it slips under my belt for a quick grip before straddling her. I hold on to her bare shoulders, only thin leathers strap under each palm. I look down at myself, and on my way to her eyes, I take a brief and totally necessary pit stop at her tits that overflow from the floral leather cutouts of her Dommy Mommy armor. I can’t help whimpering at the thought of burying my face in her chest.
I slide my hands down her soft arms and move her hands to my belt. She knows what I want in no uncertain terms. Renée doesn’t even watch herself unfasten me—she chooses instead to bore her soul into mine. My heart punches through my chest and sweat starts to form.
Suddenly she blinks and looks down at her hands. “You weren’t wearing any underwear?”
Heat rises in my face. “I want you to have easy access.”
She laughs, but I can’t hear it over the music. “So thoughtful.” She glides her hand along my shaft and strokes. “So eager.” The next steps of my choreography are forgotten as my eyes roll to the back of my head and I moan. Another hand slips to my ass and I’m pulled against her body as she massages my aching cock.
I groan, very nearly about to nut.
She laughs like a villain. “Already about to blow, puppy?” But she doesn’t stop—enjoying every second of my torture as much as I am. “I love how pathetic you are.”
“Mhmm,” I whine. I’m humiliated in the best way, and the coil of pleasure winding in my lower body is about to release.
“Don’t you dare.”
But does she stop? No!
“RenéeI’mgonnacome,” I warn, then instantly gasp for air as she death grips the base of my shaft. “Ahhh! Ohhhffffffuuuuuuck!” I shudder above her as the weirdest climax-but-not-a-climax screams through me. Mybody jerks the way it would from any intense release, but gone—gone—is the blissful sensation of cum shooting through my urethra.
OhmygodI’mgonnadie.
I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!
“I told you not to come,” she says evenly, all poise and control.
I fall from my ruined climax, completely sexually frustrated, but thankful she’s let me live—for now.“What the fuck just happened?” I ask, panting like the puppy I very clearly am.
She’s not looking at me, though—she’s watching, waiting, feeling my shaft soften as the song I chose for her is allowed to finish.
So unfair.
“I taught you a lesson, Jonah. From now on, you don’t come unless I give you permission.”
“But... but what if I’m alone and I miss you?”
“Then you call your Domme and you beg hersosweetly. And only then will I allow it—maybe.” She finally tilts her chin up and the intention in her eyes makes me feel like her bad, bad student who didn’t do his assignment—so the ultimate fantasy feeling.
“But you’re not leaving my sight for another two days,” she purrs. “And I have many, many plans for my good boy.”
Her death grip eases from my soft cock and I gasp once again. The warm ejaculate that should have shot out of me like a canon now dribbles from the slit—slow and embarrassing. She collects it in her palm and pushes me with the other hand.
“Sit.”
I don’t know if she means on the couch or the ground, but I choose the more degrading option. Shins flat and my hands planted on the floor, I wait for her next instruction. She doesn’t give one with words, however. Palm full of mycum, she extends her hand. “Does my puppy want a treat?”
I don’t think twice—hell, I don’t even think once—before I’m licking the sticky white puddle out of her hand. It’s not the first time I’ve tasted my own semen—I got curious, sue me—but it is the first time I’ve hadthismuch. It’s not the most pleasant flavor, but I tongue every last drop—the pleasure I receive from her appreciation is the real treat.
“Very good,” she praises, and arches an eyebrow. “Now move back.” I obey and she stands, straightens her short leather dress, and turns away. “Crawl to the bedroom, Jonah.”
Okay!
She walks in front of me and without turning around says, “Don’t look at my ass.”
I turn my head down immediately. “Sorry, Professor.”
