"Luc—"
"No talking. Just do what I tell you." I unzip my jeans, free my cock. I'm already hard, have been since I pulled her to the couch. "Hands behind your back."
She complies immediately, linking her fingers at the small of her back. The position makes her breasts push forward, her posture straighten. She's nervous. Her hands tremble slightly as she kneels there, staring at my cock. But she doesn't refuse. She's submitting because I ordered it, and that submission is exactly what she needs right now.
I thread my fingers through her hair and grip firmly. It's not painful, but it is controlling. "Look at me."
Her eyes meet mine. Dark with arousal and uncertainty and need.
"You're safe," I tell her. "I've got you. All you have to do is what I tell you. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
A pause. Then: "Yes, Sir."
Fuck. Hearing that from her mouth does things to me.
I position myself at her lips. "Open."
She does. I slide in slowly, just the head at first. Her mouth is wet and hot and perfect. Her tongue touches me tentatively. She's uncertain how much to take, her jaw stretching to accommodate my thickness. I control it for her. I keep one hand in her hair, guiding her, setting the pace.
"Relax your jaw. Breathe through your nose."
She adjusts, and I push in deeper. Not all the way. Not yet. She needs to work up to it. Her lips seal around me, creating suction that makes my balls tighten.
"Tongue flat. Just like that." Her lips stretch around my cock, struggling to take more of me. "You're doing so well, Simone. Taking me so beautifully."
She makes a small sound around my cock. Not quite a moan, but close. The vibration runs straight through me. Her eyes flutter closed and I tighten my grip in her hair.
"Eyes on me. I want to see you while you suck my cock."
They open again. She looks up at me, lips wrapped around me, and something primal sparks in my chest. She's gorgeous like this. Surrendered. Trusting me to take control.
I start to move her head, pulling her forward onto me, then back. The thrusts are shallow at first, letting her get used to the rhythm. Saliva starts to gather at the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. Her breathing is harsh through her nose. The wet sounds she makes fill the room.
"Deeper now. You can take more."
I push in further. She gags slightly, throat convulsing around me, and I ease back, give her a second to adjust. "Breathe. Relax your throat."
She nods slightly, then I push in again. This time she takes it better. Her throat relaxes and I slide deeper, feeling the tight heat of her.
"That's my good girl. Look at you, taking my cock so well. You love this, don't you? Being on your knees for me."
Her thighs press together. She's getting wet from this. From kneeling for me, from being used, from having no choice but to please me. Her nipples are hard, visible even from here.
I let her work for a few minutes, bobbing her head at the pace I set. Saliva runs down her chin, drips onto her chest. Her eyes are starting to water from taking me deep. She's making soft,wet, obscene sounds that go straight to my balls. Precum leaks onto her tongue and she swallows reflexively, throat working around me.
"Touch yourself," I order. "I want to know how wet you are from sucking my cock."
One of her hands moves from behind her back, slides down her body, between her legs. Her fingers disappear and her eyes go hazy. She moans around my cock, the vibration making me curse.
"How wet?"
She moans again, louder this time.
"Show me."
