It’s not immediate, but she obeys. She meets my gaze without being told, and the fire is back. Or it never went away.
The moment I see it, I draw back until I’m just inside her mouth, then push forward again.
The whimper’s louder this time. Her cheeks are flushed, her nostrils dilating. Her lips surround my cock, the best image in the world. Her mouth isn’t slack anymore, it’s fully engaged, and I don’t think she’s even realized.
“That’s right,” I say softly. “Suck it.”
It’s a deliberate provocation, because I want to see her fire again. She doesn’t disappoint.
Then her eyes close again.
“No. Open them. Keep them open.”Or you’ll be punishedhangs in the air. I don’t say it, but we both hear it.
Her eyes flick open, and this time there’s no fire, but submission in their depths. Her need, raw.
It’s time. I begin to fuck her mouth, drawing out slowly, pushing back in. Using it, because it’s mine to use. I don’t go deep—not yet—but I let her taste me. And I feel her tongue playing over my crown, a gentle suction where her lips ring my cock. She’s already better at this than she’s ever been before. More engaged, more willing—the irony almost makes me smile. But I don’t want her to think I’m laughing at her, not when she’s doing so well.
“You’re doing so well.”
The fire comes back. It’s such a delightful dichotomy. I compliment her, she likes it, she hates that she likes it. And now I do smile, letting her see my amusement. Letting her know I’ve noticed her reactions, clocked them, that Iunderstandher.
I enjoy being in her mouth, but Ilovebeing in her head. Especially when she fights me so.
Then I realize—slow to it, admittedly, but then I have been distracted—it’s notmeshe’s fighting. It’s herself.
My Vicky is losing the battle to her own body, her own mind. I’m only the catalyst.
“Do you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”
A glare. A brush of her teeth against my cock. The arm pinned beneath my leg twitches, like she wants to push me off.
I think it’s a no.
“When you do, simply lift your knees and spread them wider.”
Her glare intensifies, which I didn’t think was possible. Her eyes, so expressive. She’s telling me everything I need to know, and she hasn’t said a word in minutes.
“Until then,” I say, goading her further, “play with yourself. I want to see your fingers on your clit, inside you. But if you come, the belt’s coming out.”
She gives a little cry around my cock, high and short. Her eyes close, then she opens them again before I have to say anything. Between her legs, her hand begins to move, and to my delight, her tongue licks with more enthusiasm.
It takes a surprisingly short time. I thought I’d have to fuck her throat a bit, or at least wait another minute. But her knees come up, they spread open, and her fingers cease their ministrations on her pussy. She moans her need around my cock, her eyes close, and this time I let them.
I know what’s happened. She’s that close to coming, that another touch will put her over the edge. She was going to come with my cock in her mouth, and she fears I’ll follow through on my threat. She’s offering me her pussy instead.
“As you wish.”
I pull out of her mouth. Lower my leg from the bed—it was uncomfortable, anyway. Release her head.
She doesn’t try to move. Her knees don’t lower, or close. Her eyes open, and she watches me as I take a step along the side of the bed, climb on, between her feet. Kneel up over her.
Her hand falls away, and there are no barriers between me and her open, wet cunt. She’s so aroused that her hole is barely covered, her labia parted, slick and glistening. And I already know she’s close to orgasm.
I inch forward, between her spread thighs, and rub the tip of my cock up through her folds. She jerks, knees twitching, but makes no attempt to close her legs.
She hasn’t said a word, and there’s nothing stopping her speaking. My Vicky, whose tongue is as sharp as it is pleasurable, has nothing to say.
It’s just another barrier to overcome.
