She unsnaps her bra and lets it fall down her arms, spilling out her gorgeous tits.
I note she glanced at my erection. “Do you want to see my cock?”
She nods.
“Later.”
Nessa swallows.
I release my tie and fold it neatly over the armrest, shrug off my suit jacket next, fold it neatly as well. “Crawl here and undress me.”
Her eyes widen for a second as she processes what I ordered. “Oh, my sweet vanilla girl,” I say. “You heard me correctly.”
Nessa drops to all fours, and those perfect large tits sway as she crawls. Between my spread legs, she stops, rests her palms over her thighs, and sits back on her heels. She has no idea this is how a submissive approaches a dominant and that this sort of thing pleases me. Because her hands are on her thighs, they push up her breasts. I grit my teeth so I don’t reach over and grope her. I very much want to grope her.
“You’re such a good girl, Nessa.”
Her eyes search my face, then she leans in and goes straight for my belt.
I tsk and slap her wrist.
Her hands fly off, and I snatch them by the wrists, squeeze a little, not too hard, but hard enough. I pause for a second, then move her arms to my chest. “The shirt first. You’ll get to lick off your cum from Daddy’s cock later. Don’t worry. I know you want to suck it.”
Nessa scoots closer and leans in, starts unbuttoning my shirt, pauses, looks up. “Tattoos,” she says.
“Mmhm,” I mumble and remove the clip holding her hair. The curls spill over her shoulders and face, and I resist the urgeto fist it and pull her head down so she can suck me. “Those pretty lips are gonna look nice around my dick.”
She unbuttons my shirt, and I sit up and remove it. I hand it to her to see what she’ll do, expecting her to fold it like I’ve folded the suit jacket. Nessa brings it to her nose. It’s an instinct, and it takes her a few seconds to snap her gaze back to me, blushing, realizing she’s done that. Got ya, baby girl. You’re mine. This is Animal Mating 101. I sniff the female in heat. She sniffs back. Boom. We get it on and make babies.
Folding my shirt neatly over the armrest, she says, “Dragon tattoos.”
“From Japan,” I say. “Did my internship there.” My mentors mostly live there and are members of Yakuza, but I don’t say that. I think the crowd at the table tonight has given her an idea of the kinds of people I enjoy associating with.
Although they’re high risk, they’re good for protection, and when business doesn’t go my way, I can ask for favors. When one takes no risks, one stays in the comfort of one’s two-bedroom apartment with a view of the wall of the house next to it where a drunk dad returns home at three in the morning and starts strangling his sleeping wife.
I didn’t grow up with money. My parents didn’t always have what they have now. I wasn’t always this lucky. The harder I worked, the luckier I got.
“They’re beautiful. Unexpected.” She runs both palms over my chest, and my abdominal muscles tighten, cock jerking, precum starting to leak out of the head. Nessa reaches for the belt, but pauses to look at me, asking for permission.
She wants the cock.
I will deny it.
I shake my head and grab her elbows to pull her up, and she sits on my lap. She cups my face, then leans down to kiss me.
I grab her throat to stop her. “Also later.” Okay, maybe a little now. I peck her lips, murmuring against them, “I will make love to you as one would to his wife. I promise. But when one is not vanilla, one must also play a little. Don’t worry, stop means stop to me. With that out of the way, climb on my face so I can eat pussy while I spank you.”
I release her neck and get comfortable on the chair, then throw my head back.
I grab her thighs and lift, positioning that virgin pussy right above my mouth. It’s pretty. Cute. Small. I nip the labia, holding her up so she can’t sit on my face and rub. Yet. She’s so wet, she might drip on me.
I want to see if I can make her drip on my face. At the tip of my tongue, her clit is swollen and hard, and I flick it, then watch Nessa’s hair curtain her face, eyes close. She’s holding one of her breasts and moaning, and I drop my arms a bit to bring her pussy closer to my mouth so I can suck on her clit and flick it at the same time. I position her so she can hold herself up on the back of the chair because I need my hands.
I rub my palms together and start spanking her.
At first, her eyes snap open, but because spanking is designed to hurt, her eyelids close tightly, hair jerking forward as I hit that fine ass repeatedly, counting, waiting for signs of discomfort. Finding nothing but parted lips and bliss on her face pleases me.
Nessa lowers herself onto my mouth and rubs. I jut out my jaw, and she groans, saying my name in a whisper. I grab her hips and stick my tongue out as far as it’ll go to cover all her entrances and the clit, and then I move her hips over my tongue, up and down and up and down while she’s going crazy above me, moaning loudly, saying my name over and over again. Like a prayer. I became holy.
