I obviously won the bet, which meant I was currently spread out on top of the deck while Dirks ate me out like I was the best goddamned meal on the planet, which, let’s be honest, I was.
“Open wider,” I ordered as I hooked one heel over his shoulder and shoved the other foot flat on the edge of the tub, spreading myself for him like a feast.
He didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth latched onto my soaked cunt with raw hunger. I gasped, grinding against his face, the contrast of cold air on my back and boiling water on my thighs making everything sharper.
“Lick my clit. Slow... then hard. Show me you remember your place.”
He groaned and obeyed, tongue flattening over my clit before flicking it just the way I liked. I tangled my fingers into his soaked hair and yanked, hard enough to make his moan vibrate against me.
“Fuckinglookat me,” I demanded.
He tilted his chin, eyes glazed, mouth still locked to my cunt as he looked up like I was God.
“You like being my filthy little thing, don’t you? Just a mouth for me to use.”
He nodded with his face still buried in me, lips slick, chin dripping. I slapped the side of his cheek with a wet smack. “Use your words.”
“Yes, Madame,” he rasped against my clit.
I grabbed his jaw, pulled him up just enough to hover above my pussy. “Hands. On the wall of the hot tub behind me. Keep them there. If you touch me before I say, you don’t come. Understood?”
“Yes, Madame.” He braced his hands behind me, muscles taut, cock raging under the surface of the water.
“Now worship.”
Fuck, he did. Tongue gliding, circling and teasing. My back arched, thighs clamped around his ears as my orgasm tore through me, but I didn’t let him stop.
I held him there, grinding on his face, using him. “Again.”
He groaned and gave me every ounce of it. I came a second time with a strangled scream, nails scraping the cedar siding, vision going white.
When I finally yanked him back by the hair, his face waswrecked. Red lips, spit and slick dripping down his jaw. His chest heaved as he struggled not to reach for me.
“You wanna fuck your Madame now?”
“Yes,” he choked out. “Please. Let me, I—fuck—I need it.”
“Then sit. But keep your hands behind you.”
He obeyed like the good boy he was, sliding onto the bench inside the hot tub, bracing himself, cock bobbing just above the waterline. I slipped into the tub, straddling him, fingers wrapping around that thick, aching shaft.
“Look at you.” I taunted him, sliding the tip between my folds. “So hard it hurts, doesn’t it?”
He whimpered, jaw clenched.
“Beg.”
“Please, Madame. Please let me feel you. Please ride me.”
“Hmm.” I lowered just an inch, letting the head push in with a stretch. “Youearnthis pussy, Dirks.”
I sank all the way down. We both groaned, mine with satisfaction, his with relief and frustration. I rocked with slow, torturous rolls of my hips, my pussy clenching him so tight he looked like he was going to come undone.
I gripped his face, forcing him to look at me. “Don’t you fucking dare come until I say. You hold it.”
He nodded, eyes rolling back as I started to bounce on his cock, water splashing violently around us.
“Sit there. Shut up and take everything I fucking give you.”
