“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Allie’s voice rings out in my head. She backs up until she’s flush against the wall and moves her feet apart. “You’re going to get on your knees and show me what a good boy you can be, and then maybe I’ll sink down on your cock after.”
I’m up and crossing the room before she even finishes her sentence.
I go to drop to my knees, but she stops me with a hand on my chest.
“Wait. I want to hear you say it first.” When I look confused, she prompts me. “Where do slutty boys belong, Ashton?”
“On their knees.” It’s not a question. I don’t stutter or stumble. It’s not timid or apprehensive. It’s the most freeing thing I’ve ever said in my life, and I say it with conviction.
She doesn’t give me a verbal response. She doesn’t give me the praise I’ve become addicted to in the last ten minutes. She simply sweeps her eyes down to the floor to indicate where she wants me. And I obey. With everything I’ve ever been and everything I will be, I obey her and sink to my knees, my face now inches away from her throbbing pussy.
I lean forward to taste her, and it feels like I’m about to take that first sip of water after a ten-mile run. Before I can reach her, I feel pressure on my head, and my scalp stings. She holds firmly onto my hair, pushing my head back and away from her.
“Last time we were in this position, you were in control. Now I am,” she explains.
“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper.
I wait patiently for what seems like hours, my hands resting on my thighs while she continues to grip my hair. She’s edging herself too, but that’s where her power comes from. She’s so strong that it makes me want to be strong right along with her.
“Does it feel like I hate you yet?”
No.
“Yes.”
It feels like so much more than that.
It feels likeeverything.
“Good,” she rasps. “You can lick me now.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I run my tongue up from her entrance to her clit in one languid stroke, and her hips buck, chasing the friction. Her warm hand is still in my hair, and when she tugs this time, I welcome the sting. It spurs me on as I flick my tongue over her little bundle of nerves again and again. Iinstinctively bring my middle finger to her slit but then remember my place.
“Can I use my fingers?” I ask dutifully.
“Yes,” she pants. “Fuck, yes. Just keep going.” She’s losing it a little bit. Her control is slipping, but I won’t take it as an opportunity to gain the upper hand. This is all hers.
Cupping the underside of her ass to spread her open, I slide my middle finger inside her and continue to lick her clit.
She lets out a little moan as she rocks her hips back and forth, fucking herself on my finger.
“More,” she gasps. “I need more.”
Yep, she’s definitely losing control, and it’s so beautiful to watch. I take a second to admire her. Dark hair falls down to her pink nipples, some strands sticking to the side of her face with sweat. She’s still wearing her glasses, but her eyes are rolled back. That is, until she snaps them down to me.
“Did I say stop?”
I shake my head.
“Then what are you doing?”
“Savoring.”
A self-satisfied grin crosses her lips. “Toys don’t savor, Ashton.”
I wipe the back of my hand across my face to hide my smirk. I can only imagine it would get me in more trouble. I lick another line up her clit, and then I do it again. And again. Until I get a steady rhythm going. I glance up to see her reaction. I can’t help it. I need to see every single intake of breath. Every flutter of lashes. Her little responses give me life.
I hike her leg over my shoulder so I can get a deeper angle and continue flicking my tongue, going as fast as I can until it’s nearly vibrating.
