Even though her tone is full of amusement, her words hold truth.
So I do what I have never done before. I get off the bed and kneel beside it, my head bowed.
36
Lana
“What do you want me to do?” M asks me, keeping his eyes on the floor. I’m still sitting on the bed with my legs dangling.
“Are you fucking serious?” My eyes are widened. The sight before me should be studied: a lethal man on his knees, being submissive. This is a slippery slope into Hell, and I feel a pull toward the fire. If I let him do this, I might be putting everyone in danger. Most of all, myself.
I stand up, and stand before him.
“Get up. This is ridiculous.”
“No.” His answer is quick yet well-thought-out.
“You don’t know what you are wishing for.” I’m pleading for him not to let me do this while simultaneously begging him to letmetakehis sexy ass.
“Lana, you deserve someone who understands your needs,” he says without any preamble.
“They are within societal norms, M!”
“Fuck your fucking society. I don’t give two shits if the whole world burns down tomorrow, I want to ignite that fire inside of you.” His tone suddenly switches back to that of someone obedient. My mind is suddenly reeling with the possibilities of what I can do with him.
To him.
I was truthful, and look where that has led me.
Well, being honest is the highest form of manipulation.
I need to do this. I need to be able to do something for myself. So I relax my body, my breathing in and out.
“Start by kissing the lower part of my legs and move upward. And you’ll stop when I tell you to stop.”
“Understood.” M moves his hands toward my legs, and I react on primal instinct. My right hand flies to his hair, and I grab a fistful of it. I tug hard on his beautiful hair and make him look up at me. My face is still, almost emotionless—eyes narrowed with my lips flat like I’m nearly bored with the situation. And I watch through him, not at him.
“Did I fucking tell you to touch me with your hands? I only want those lips on me.” My brazenness is surprising me, but I don’t show it. When I’m not getting any reaction from M, who is only staring at me, I tug harder on his hair, making his head snap back.
“Yes, Lana.” This motherfucker is purring, and I instantly grow wet. M puts his hands back on his upper thighs, and he starts kissing my calves all the way to where my nightgown cuts off—interchanging legs.
“Now I want you to remove my panties with your teeth.” He doesn’t say anything and gets right to it as I take off mynightgown. Even though I’m fully undressed, I’m dressed in control.
“You are such a good and obedient dog.” I bite on my lip as he is just sitting there staring at my pussy. “Now you are going to grab my ass with your nails digging into my skin.”
“I’m going to start barking for you, little hummingbird.” And he probably fucking would. M places his hands on my ass cheeks and starts scraping my flesh with his short nails as much as he can. The first sting quickly turns into desire.
I grab his hair and make him look into my eyes again. They are burning with passion, and my body is getting warmer by the second.
“Your last task is to eat my fucking pussy until my bones rattle.”
“Fuck. Yes.” He first licks every little place around my pussy, and it’s building up the anticipation. He is not leaving anything unmarked. M flattens his tongue and applies light pressure to my clit by licking it up and fucking down. I close my eyes and throw my head back.
“Yes, just like that. Fuck, you are so good at it, baby.” My term of endearment makes this man completely feral as he abandons one of my ass cheeks. And then he goes fucking in.
He starts sucking on my clit, and my chest is heaving up and down. I scream because of the sensation.
“Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Your tongue needs to be buried inside of my cunt twenty-four fucking seven.”
