Hewantedthis.Jeremywanted this. I needed to earn it.
“You heard him.” I grabbed Dirks by the hips and yanked him closer to me. “You don’t get to come either.”
“Yes, Madame.”
Shifting my weight, I pressed one knee between his spread thighs, the other braced at his side. The strap-on slid along his inner thigh as I adjusted, teasing him without mercy.
His cock was hard—achingly so. It stood flushed and leaking against his stomach.
“Don’t,” I said, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head with one hand. “You touch yourself and I’ll stop. You hear me?”
“Yes, Madame.”
I reached between us, gripping the base of the strap-on and guiding it downward. Jeremy grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and passed it to me without a word. I poured some into my palm, then wrapped my slick fingers around the toy, stroking it slowly.
“Can’t have you dripping and still too tight to take me,” I murmured, coating the length with care before pressing the tip to his hole.
He flinched slightly as the cool lube met his skin, then exhaled shakily.
“You’re gonna take all of it,” I said, my voice a low, dark promise. “And you’re gonna thank me for every inch.”
He whimpered, breathless. “Please . . . ”
I pushed in slowly, feeling the resistance give way as the thick cock stretched him open. His back arched, a loud moan spilling from his throat. I watched his eyes roll back, his cock twitching between us.
“Fuck,” he gasped, “you feel so good. You always do.”
I slid my hand up his stomach, tracing the line of his abs, then across his chest.
I thrust slowly, making the base grind against my clit again. I gritted my teeth and pushed deeper.
“That’s it. You’re taking me so well. You love getting fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes, Madame.”
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, finally giving him a stroke—just one.
He bucked.
I stopped instantly.
“Ah-ah. Don’t come. You’re not allowed.”
He groaned, full-body trembling.
From where I was straddling Dirks, I could see Jeremy at the edge of the bed, his cock gripped tight in his fist, pace faster.
“Don’t be too nice to him, honey.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Harder,” Jeremy ordered. “I want to hear the slap of your thighs against him.”
I obeyed, thrusting into Dirks faster, until the sound of my body slamming into his echoed through the room. He cried out, shamelessly moaning as I fucked him with everything I had, hand tight around his cock but not stroking.
“God, look at her. You see that, Dirks? That’smineon top of you. My girl. My pussy. My rules.”
I pounded into Dirks harder, sweat slicking my back, thighs slapping his ass with every thrust. His fists twisted the sheets, his chest arched, and his cock bobbed with every bounce.
