I found my rhythm, sucking and licking while my hands continued to stroke his shaft. And despite my best efforts to control myself, I felt my hips rock forward again, seeking friction that didn’t exist.
“I’m glad the perineal sensor can tell me when you’re masturbating,” Mike said, and my whole body went rigid with fresh mortification. “Because you’re going to have rules about that.”
Rules. Oh, god, he was going to control even that.
“You’re not to pleasure yourself without permission,” he continued, his voice firm. “Do you understand?”
I tried to nod, but his cock was in my mouth, so I made a muffled sound of agreement around him.
“Right now, though,” his tone softened slightly, took on that dark hunger again, “I want to see how hot it gets you to suck your first penis. So you may masturbate as long as you don’t come.”
The permission hit me like a drug. My thighs clamped together immediately, and I began to rock in earnest, creating that delicious friction inside that Mike had taught me. My core muscles flexed rhythmically as I sucked him, and the dual sensations—his thick cock stretching my lips while I pleasured myself—were almost overwhelming.
“That’s it,” Mike encouraged, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Show me how much you need it. Show me what a desperate little whore I bought.”
I felt my face burn hotter at his crude words, but my body betrayed me completely. My hips rocked faster, my thighs clamping together as I chased the building pleasure. The humiliation of being called a whore—of knowing he was right, that he had literally bought me—only made the ache between my legs more intense.
“Stop,” Mike said suddenly, his voice sharp. “Take your hands away from my cock.”
I obeyed immediately, my hands falling to my sides even as my mouth remained wrapped around him. I whimpered in confusion, my hips still rocking in that desperate rhythm I couldn’t seem to stop.
“Put your hands on your bottom cheeks,” he commanded. “Behind you.”
My arms moved back awkwardly, my palms finding the burning flesh of my spanked bottom. The heat radiating from my punished cheeks made me gasp around his cock, and I felt fresh tears prick at my eyes.
“I’m going to give you your first lesson in face-fucking,” Mike said, and something in his tone made my stomach drop. His hands moved to either side of my head, fingers threading firmly through my hair, holding me in place. “Keep your mouth open. Breathe through your nose. And don’t fight me.”
Before I could process what was happening, I felt him thrust up into my mouth. Not deep, not yet, but the sensation of him moving rather than me was completely different. I made a startled sound around him, my eyes going wide.
He pulled back slightly, then thrust again, a little deeper this time. The thick head of his cock pushed further into my mouth, and I felt my jaw stretch wider to accommodate him. My hands clutched at my burning bottom cheeks as he established a rhythm, each thrust taking him incrementally deeper.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice strained now. “Just relax your throat, sweetheart. Let me in.”
I tried to relax, but it was so much harder when I wasn’t in control. Each thrust made me want to pull back, to create distance, but his hands held my head firmly in place. I could only kneel there and take it, my fingers digging into my punished flesh as he used my mouth.
“Pull your bottom cheeks apart,” Mike commanded, his hips continuing their steady rhythm.
My face blazed. I couldn’t. I couldn’t do something so degrading, so?—
“Do it,” he said, his voice brooking no argument. “Spread yourself open for me.”
My hands moved before I could stop them, my fingers finding the crease where my cheeks met and pulling them apart. The position made me feel impossibly exposed, impossibly vulnerable, and I felt fresh wetness trickle from the seal between my legs.
“Good girl,” Mike groaned, and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. “Now think about how it’s going to feel when I have my cock there instead. When I’m buried deep in your tight little bottom while you do your naughty squeezing to make yourself feel better.”
CHAPTER 13
Mike
I couldn’t believe how close I already was to coming down Laura’s throat. I’d been with enough women to have developed serious control—control that usually let me draw things out as long as I wanted. But there was something about Laura’s complete inexperience, the way she whimpered around my cock while pulling her own bottom cheeks apart, that had me teetering on the edge far sooner than I’d anticipated.
The sight alone would have been enough—this twenty-year-old virgin on her knees with her panties in a tangle around her lower thighs, her freshly spanked bottom spread by her own trembling hands, her lips stretched obscenely around my shaft. But it was more than that. It was the desperate little sounds she made. The way her hips kept rocking forward in that involuntary seeking motion. The knowledge that she was sealed tight and aching and had just discovered she could pleasure herself through the soreness I’d given her.
I’d created this. I’d taught her how to find release even through her punishment, and now she was using that knowledge while servicing me for the first time.
Christ.
My fingers tightened in her hair as I thrust deeper, feeling the head of my cock bump against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, her body trying to reject the intrusion, but I held her in place.
