“You’re so wet,” I murmured, beginning to stroke her clit in slow circles. “Your body knows what it wants, doesn’t it, naughty girl?”
A moan escaped her throat despite herself. Her hips lifted slightly, seeking more pressure from my fingers.
I worked her expertly, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her breathing became ragged, her whole body tensing with approaching orgasm.
Then I stopped. I pulled my hand away completely.
“No!” The word was torn from her throat. “Please, sir… I… I was so close?—”
“I know,” I said calmly. “And if you want to come, you’ll do what I told you to do. Put your tongue in my anus.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed. “Please don’t make me, it’s too much?—”
“Then you won’t come.” I kept my voice matter-of-fact. “It’s your choice, Valerie. Obey your husband and get your reward, or refuse and stay frustrated all night.”
* * *
Valerie
One of the voices in my head said,You don’t have a choice.
But, said another,Chris just gave you a very specific choice, didn’t he?
I lay there beneath him, my body trembling with need and fear and shame, and I knew what I had to do. The choice wasn’t really a choice at all. My body demanded release so desperately that I would have done almost anything to get it.
A sob tore from my throat as I whispered, “I’ll do it.”
“You’ll do it what?” he asked, his eyes narrowing so that my tummy and my belly clenched at the same time.
“Oh, God…” I whispered. “Sir… I’ll… I’ll do it, sir.”
Chris shifted his position a bit, moving forward until his ass cheeks were positioned directly over my face. I could see everything now—the muscular curves of his cheeks, the dark valley between them, and at the center, the small puckered opening he wanted me to kiss, to lick, to please with my tongue.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to gather my courage. Then I remembered what he’d said about looking at him, about not being allowed to hide. My eyes opened again.
To my surprise, there was no smell. Or rather, there was only the clean scent of soap. He had showered thoroughly, I realized with a strange rush of gratitude. Even in this degrading act, Chris had shown me a small kindness by making sure I wouldn’t be subjected to anything really foul.
The realization made something crack in my chest. I lifted my head and extended my tongue, pressing it against his anus.
Chris grunted above me, with evident pleasure. “Good girl. Now keep licking while you touch yourself.”
My hand moved between my legs without conscious thought, slipping inside the damp lace of my panties. The moment my fingers found my clit, pleasure shot through me like lightning.
I licked at him desperately, then. My tongue moved over that wicked, forbidden place while my fingers worked frantically between my legs. The combination of shame and need and Chris’s growls of pleasure above me pushed me toward the edge with terrifying speed.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Lick that asshole like the dirty girl you are.”
The condescending, degrading words should have horrified me. Instead, they sent me over the edge.
The orgasm crashed through me like a torrent. I cried out against Chris’s body, my tongue still pressed to his anus, my nose in the wrinkled skin of his scrotum, my fingers moving desperately on my clit as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. My whole body convulsed. My legs quaked as my free hand clutched at the sheets.
“I’m going to come,” Chris warned, his voice tight with arousal. “I’m going to come all over your pretty face.”
He moved quickly back, positioning himself above me. His hand worked his cock with rapid strokes, and I watched through tear-blurred eyes as his hungry expression changed as his masculine pleasure washed over it.
Then hot, thick streams of his seed splashed across my face. My cheeks, my nose, my lips—everywhere. I felt it coating my skin, dripping down toward my hair, and the humiliation of it made my still-spasming pussy clench harder.
When he finished, Chris stayed there, looking down into my face. The wolfish look in his eyes gradually faded. I felt my own eyes go wide as his expression softened and a little smile—an unmistakably loving, affectionate smile—appeared on his lips.
