I freed myself with one shaking hand, shivering as my zipper rasped down and my cock sprang out, flushed and slick at the tip with precum. Sucking in a deep breath, I fed every thick inch of my aching cock between her lips. She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Her hands flew to my thighs for balance, nails digging in through the fabric of my slacks like she was afraid I’d vanish. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I pushed forward until I hit the back of her throat, held just long enough for that gorgeous, wet gag, then pulled back and did it again.
Fuck, her mouth was heaven. It was so hot, wet, and eager, I could almost swear she was made just for me.
I set a brutal rhythm, one fist knotted tight in her hair, the other braced on the bedpost to help me keep my balance as I brutally fucked her mouth. She took it like she was born to take my cock: cheeks hollowed, tears soaking the silk blindfold, little desperate whimpers vibrating around my shaft every time I bottomed out. Every time she choked she only tried harder, tongue flattening along the underside, throat opening wider, greedy for more of me, all of me.
I wanted to be buried in her pussy right then. I needed to pin her hips to the mattress and breed her until my cum leaked out of her for days and the sheets smelled like both of us for a week. The intensity of my desire scared the hell out of me, but there was no way in hell I was going to stop.
Fucking her sweet little mouth would do… for tonight, at least.
“Look at you,” I rasped, my voice shredded. “On your knees, blindfolded, choking on a stranger’s cock like the perfect little slut you are. Thanking him with that greedy mouth.”
She moaned louder. Fuck, that sound could be classified as a drug, and the vibration snapped the last thread of my control.
I shoved deep one final time and came with an animalistic, guttural growl. I sounded like a fucking monster, and I didn’t care one bit. Pulse after thick pulse of my cum spilled straight down her throat, scalding and seemingly endless. She swallowed every drop like it was communion, her throat working around me, tongue still fluttering until I was wrung dry.
I eased out slowly, watching her swollen lips cling, watching her lick them clean without having to be told what to do.
“Good fucking girl,” I growled, tucking myself away. Then I zipped up and cupped her wet chin in my palm.
“You took that beautifully, little doll.”
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, her sweet voice absolutely wrecked.
I bent and pressed a hard, possessive kiss to her forehead, breathing her in one last time before I forced myself to leave.
“Do not remove that blindfold until you hear the lock click behind me,” I told her. “Then you count to one hundred. Slowly. If I find out you disobeyed me, I will make the punishment you suffered tonight look like child’s play.”
I let the threat hang between us like the sword of Damocles.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed.
I forced myself to get the fuck out of her room. If I didn’t, I was going to do something even more monumentally idiotic than I already had.
I stalked down the corridor like the Devil himself was on my heels, and pushed through the hidden door to the servants’ passage. My mind roared at me to go back to her and make her mine in a way that was irrevocable, until the roaring turned to a static haze that drowned out everything else, and the only thing holding me back was sheer force of will. I was inside my bedroom in the west wing, door locked, before the haze in my head cleared the slightest bit.
I flung the domino mask so hard it hit the wall and shattered. I’d have to use one of the spares that came in with the bulk order of them. I was so goddamn hot I was going to spontaneously combust. I ripped off my tie, shirt, belt, shoes, socks, pants, and boxer briefs as fast as I could and kicked them aside, leaving them in a heap on the floor like a snake shedding its skin.
Somehow, I was still fucking hard. Of course I was. I’d just come down her throat, and I was already aching again, thick and heavy and jutting out at attention like I hadn’t emptied myself down her throat at all.
I staggered into the bathroom and turned the water on in my walk-in shower with its black marble tile and gold fixtures. The shower came on scalding hot. I stepped under it and welcomed the burn across the ruined half of my face, the heat lashing scar tissue that had forgotten how to feel anything except her.
I wrapped my fist around my cock before the glass even fogged.
I braced my forearm on the tile, dropped my forehead to it, and let the reel run in merciless, high-definition detail in my mind’s eye.
The way she’d dropped to her knees the instant I commanded it, blind and shaking but so fucking eager to please.
I replayed the way she’d opened like my cock was a gift she’d waited years to unwrap, and the way she’d gagged and drooled and still tried to take me deeper, like swallowing me whole was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.
I would never forget the way that she’d swallowed every drop and licked her swollen lips for more as long as I lived.
I groaned, low and broken, and started stroking, hard, punishing strokes that matched the rhythm I’d just set in her throat.
I pictured her punishment again… high on how she’d screamed with every strike, until her gorgeous ass glowed crimson and her sweet pussy juices dripped down her thighs. And then I’m pretty sure my soul left my body when she’d sobbed ‘I’m sorry, sir’.
I replayed her reward in my head, reveling in how she’d bucked against my mouth when I spread her open and devoured her pussy until she came so hard her back bowed and she forgot how to breathe.
Then I let myself picture what I still hadn’t taken… yet.
