“Four,” I breathe, trying to contain my excitement. “Do you know there are many ways to elicit pleasure while teaching someone manners?” I glide my finger up her exposed thigh, thankful she’s wearing a dress. I took the time earlier to admire the designer, but now, I just want the black fabric blocking her luscious curves from my sight gone.
Her breath hitches when I reach right under her breasts— the swell of them makes me eager to see how many times I can bring her right to the precipice without falling over through nipple play. As if they can hear me, the peaks fight to poke through the fabric of her bra, and I oblige their entrance, welcoming them by rubbing her left nipple between the tips of my fingers, and she whimpers.So fucking responsive.
I pull my hand back, and she whines. “Five. I’ll keep counting until you realize everything is now under my control. I’m going to get something from my bathroom. I want you naked with your legs spread by the time I return,” I instruct, turning and striding from the room. I want to rush, but anticipation is another form of foreplay.
Walking into my bedroom, I grab the box I bought months ago— the one I hoped, but wasn’t sure, I’d ever use. I open it, ensuring everything’s still inside before bringing it to the bathroom to clean the tools. Once everything is clean, I grab the lube and head back downstairs to see a very naked and flushed Ariah spread across my dinner table. “Fuck,” I grit as I see her pussy clench and release, and I imagine what she’ll feel like around cock.
“It took you fucking long enough, Sir,” she mocks, and I grin.
“Seven— that’s two more for that mouth. Tonight, you’ll count down from seven and then back up,” I announce, walking up between her legs and bending to sniff her already wet opening. No longer able to control myself, I bury my face between her legs and feast.
“Oh shit,” Ariah screams, and I feel her catapult from the table, her hands gripping my hair as my tongue swirls around her clit. I feel her legs begin to shake, and I pull away. She squeals in protest.
“Count,” I murmur against her pussy.
“Seven.”
“Seven, what?” I demand.
“Seven, Sir,” she whimpers.
I stand. “Good. Now you understand how this will work. First, you’ll count down from seven each time you’re denied your pleasure. Then you’ll count up to seven each time you’re awarded it. Do you understand?”
Ariah looks up through lidded eyes, hunger with lust and excitement. “Yes, Sir.”
I drop the box and lube on the table, then return my mouth to her clit as I slide two digits into her waiting pussy. She must be still riding the near orgasm from before because her walls begin to grip my fingers when my lips increase the suction on her clit. She moans louder— her body begins to shake, and again I pull away.
“No,” she shouts, and I lower my mouth and nip her clit.
“Count. That’s the only words coming from you right now,” I demand.
“Six, Sir,” she says through clenched teeth.
“I’m not sure you can last under my control. Would you like me to stop?” I probe as I stand between her legs.
She rolls her eyes, “Didn’t you just tell me not to speak?” I arch a brow. “Sir,” she adds.
I can’t wait to see just how much she moans ‘Sir’ willingly by the end of this.
Hovering over her prone form, I lower my mouth to her nipple, biting the raised peak between my teeth before swirling my tongue over the reddened tip as my hand brushes between her legs and my thumb rubs her clit. Ariah begins to squirm while she pants, signaling she’s close again. I pull back again, unlatching my mouth from her nipple and removing my hands from her pussy.
I watch her nostrils flare, but no vitriol leaves her lips. Instead, she mumbles, “Five, Sir.” My prompting is no longer necessary.
Smiling, I immediately begin to wind her body up again— each time inching her right to the edge before denying her— each stroke bringing her almost there, making her more eager the next time. My hunger for her grows as she counts down on moans and whines of frustration.
My mouth is between her legs as Ariah counts down for the final time. “One, Sir,” she cries, and I crush my lips back over her clit, swirling my tongue until she crashes into her first orgasm, her body shaking.
I don’t give her any time to recover. Instead, I slide three fingers inside her and pump in and out as my teeth nip her, and she comes again. Her juices run down my fingers, and I pull out, lifting my lips from her clit, and bring my fingers to my mouth and suck.
My hungry blue eyes peer up at her through her spread thighs.
“One and two, Sir,” she sighs, almost drunk off finally being able to come, and I want so badly to bury my dick so deep in her that I can’t ever leave.
I shake my head at those thoughts.Never again.
The moment my mouth returns to her pussy, her back bows, and her hands fist at my scalp, pushing and pulling— unsure if she wants me to stop or continue.
“Please, please. No more,” she begs, and I attempt to pull away, but she pushes my face back into her soaking wet pussy. “Don’t fucking stop,” she snaps, and I add a number for the next time we play.
