She looks at me. There is no shame, no modesty. There is only an intensity that mirrors my own.
"Julian," she says. The word is a prayer, a curse, a challenge.
I smile. It's a dark, wicked expression. A predator's smile.
"No," I say softly, "not Julian. Sir."
"Sir," she repeats, her voice thick with emotion. It's the same word she has said countless times, but now it has a new, darker meaning.
"That's right, little artist. Say it again."
"Sir," she breathes, the word a confession, a plea.
"That's it. Good girl. Now, take it out."
She takes a shuddering breath and reaches for the fly of my jeans. Her movements are tentative, unsure.
"Go ahead," I murmur, my voice a low, steady command. "I want to see those perfect fingers wrapped around me."
Her cheeks flush at my words but she continues, deftly unzipping my pants. She reaches inside and wraps her hand around me.
I let out a low groan. Her touch is electric, sending a surge of desire through me.
"That's it," I murmur, my voice thick with lust. "Good girl. Now, open your mouth."
She doesn't hesitate. She simply obeys, her lips parting with a flash of pink tongue.
"Take me inside," I urge.
She leans forward, and the head of my cock disappears between her lips.
I let out a guttural sound. It's both a moan of pleasure and a hiss of pain. The sight is a vision; her perfect mouth stretched around me, her auburn hair tousled, her brown eyes gazing up at me with a mixture of defiance and desperation.
I bury a hand in her hair and hold her head in place. "Do you know what a good girl does when she's given a task?" I growl.
She gazes up at me, her eyes wide and glassy with lust.
"A good girl swallows."
She lets out a muffled whimper, but the movement of her tongue tells me she understands.
I throw my head back and let out a groan. Her mouth is like heaven. Hot, wet, and perfect. She starts to move, her lips gliding up and down my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head. It's too much and not enough. My hips jerk involuntarily, pushing deeper into her mouth.
She gags and tries to pull away, but I hold her head in place, not letting her break contact.
"Stay," I command. "You can take it. Take all of it."
She relaxes her jaw, allowing me to slide deeper. Her eyes are watering, but there's a look of determination in them, and I keep pushing until her lips are pressed against the base of my cock.
I let out a low growl. She's deep-throating me like a fucking goddess.
"Look at me," I demand.
Her eyes flick up to meet mine, full of lust and submission.
I tighten my grip on her hair. "I want you to swallow. Every drop. Understand?"
She nods as best she can, her mouth still full of me.
