She goes toward it and then turns back to me, her fingers on the zipper of her dress again. “Should I...?”
“I can do it.” I say, stepping just before her. “But if you really want to do this right, I need you not to move. Can you do that for me?”
She doesn't even hesitate before she nods, and something about that immediate compliance makes my balls tighten again.
True to our agreement, she stands stock still before me as I take the zipper and tug it slowly down, exposing her breasts, her flat stomach, and stopping at her hips. I slide the straps easily from her shoulders, and she focuses on my chest, which makes it a little bit easier to push the dress down her hips, where it drops in a pool of fabric on the ground.
I haven’t given her panties, so she stands before me, completely bare, completely fucking gorgeous.
I take advantage of the moment to appreciate what I have been denied for too long, my eyes dipping to see her little pink nipples already tight, practically begging for my mouth. Her breaths come faster than they did when I had her drugged, but otherwise, she is perfect.
Fucking exquisite.
She tenses just a little when my hands land on her arms, but she schools herself quickly, forcing the fear away. It's nothing short of impressive, erotic.
“I'm going to put you on the counter now. It may be a little cold.”
My little doll nods, and then her eyes widen as she realizes she just moved.
I chuckle and lift her easily into my arms, the way I did a hundred times before, and set her upon the countertop. Her head doesn't move, but her eyes stay on me as I appraise every inch of her glorious body. Creamy skin interrupted only by the scars on her thighs, which she hasn't even realized she's still pressing together. We'll address that later, but for now, I'm going to give her what she asked for.
There's a hunger in her eyes that I'm not sure she's even aware of, so I allow her to watch as I strip, pulling the henley over my head and letting it drop next to her dress. I hear a sharp intake of breath when I reach for my belt, but by the time my gaze slides to her face, she's only watching me intently. No other sound comes from her as I step out of my boxers, and my cock springs free, so fucking ready for her.
I step up to the table and pull a strand of her hair through my fingers, enjoying the feel of it and the smell as her shampoo drifts up to me. I brace my hands on either side of her hips and pull myself onto the table so that I'm straddling her without dropping any of my weight onto her small body.
“Close your eyes now, little doll.” I instruct her.
She does hesitate this time, her eyes flicking to the chest where I keep our toys, like she's looking for any sort of weapon I may use.
But I'm not going to hurt her... Ican'thurt her.
“You're safe right now.” I tell her. “As long as you do exactly what you did the whole time you were already here, you'll be okay.”
She blinks twice, and I wonder if she's trying to communicate or just trying to calm herself down. Either way, a moment later, her eyes close, and relief unfurls in my chest.
I press a kiss to the pulse on her throat, appreciating the ever-so-slight twitch beneath my lips as her heartbeat undoubtedly crashes inside of her chest.
Her skin is as smooth as ever, freshly showered and smelling so fucking clean. The need swells along with my cock, and I kiss her faster, harder as I trail my lips to her breasts. Her back arches a little when my mouth closes around her nipple, and a strangled sound dies in her throat as quickly as it was born when she tries to stifle it like the good girl she is.
I take my time enjoying the way the little bud moves against my tongue, pulling it gently between my teeth.
I know better than to bite right now. As much as I like seeing my teeth marks on her beautiful flesh, I need to maintain control, and now is not the time to push my limits. Besides, I don't want her to think I bit hereverytime.
But the longer I've got her like this, the stronger the urge is, so I move on before I do something I can't undo and trail kisses straight down the center of her chest, between her breasts, down her stomach, past her hips, and down to the apex of her thighs. Her breathing is so erratic that it draws me out of my concentration for a moment to check if she's watching me, but her eyes are still closed, her head lying back against the table.
She looks relaxed despite the fear, and it gives me what I need to keep going, pulling her thighs gently apart so that I can press my lips to her thigh, her scars, and right over her mound.
My control slips when she twitches, and I bury my tongue between her labia, seeking out the moisture of her warm cunt.
When I find it, I groan, delighting in the taste, the silky feel that tells me she's not just wet... she'sready. But I'm not.
It was never about using her as a place to dump my cum and move on. It's about luxuriating in the feel of her, controlling her body, and owning her.
When I tug her clit into my mouth, a strangled sound breaks past her lips and her hips buck, surprised by the sudden suction. I dig my fingers into her thighs, a reminder to settle, and after a moment, she does.
I'm not sure how she does it, but it's like she surrenders something, because her hips drop a little and I have to bury my face between her legs to get the leverage back. I don't let her clit go, sucking greedily, appreciating the way it moves over my tongue, the delicate flavor of her. When my teeth graze gently over it, she gasps, and I try not to sink my teeth into her as I chuckle, appreciating how hard she's trying to maintain the silence. Her sounds are even more beautiful, choked by her dedication to pleasing me, than they were when they were forced from her body.
I could do this forever, and I sort of have when I was edging her body to see if it made the next release that much more powerful. Her thighs tremble on either side of me, appreciating the warmth of my tongue but desperately needing friction.
