Well, better get to earning my keep then.
I leaned forward, gingerly placing my hands on his thighs and looked up at him for approval. He was staring down at me, but his expression was a mystery. He looked proud like hewas enjoying himself but there was something else there that I couldn’t quite identify. I swallowed anxiously, glanced down at his cock, and opened my mouth.
Carefully, I opened my lips wider and pressed my head forward so that the head of his cock just entered my mouth. Tentatively, I licked him, circling my tongue around the tip. He groaned softly.
“That’s right, naughty girl. That’s my wet little mouth,” he murmured, and I continued to explore his length with my tongue. I licked him up and down and was rewarded with another groan when I did so.
His hips pressed forward, and I opened my lips wider, taking his entire head in my mouth. Slowly, he thrust back and forth, pushing deeper and deeper until the tip just pressed against the back of my throat.
I gagged just a little but realized that it wasn’t too bad. I could do this. Even down on my knees, I was controlling how deep his cock went in my mouth. I was granting him access to my throat and not the other way around and it felt like the most powerful thing in the world.
I was controlling him.
His hands ventured over my hair, petting me softly and I gradually sucked at his cock a little harder. The motions of his fingers were relaxing, and it lulled me into a calm state as I explored his length with my mouth.
“Hands behind your back,” he instructed. I obeyed and then he leaned over me, his cock still in my mouth. He grasped my wrists in his fingers and slowly bound them together with what felt like soft rope before he stood back up.
Hmm. That was interesting. I kind of liked that.
One of his hands petted the top of my scalp, trailing backward down the back of it. His fingers slowly fisted at the back of my head, pulling my hair as he did so. I balked, but it was too late for me to gain any sort of leverage against him. His grip was tight, and I whined around his cock, feeling an intense burst of pain at the back of my scalp.
With my arms bound behind my back, I couldn’t push back against him. In less than a second, he’d taken me from feeling like the most powerful woman in the world to something that was far more vulnerable and smaller than before.
I could have kicked myself for being so obedient. Opening my mouth for him and allowing him to tie my arms behind my back. Fuck me.
My body instantly betrayed me. My nipples hardened under the clamps and my clit throbbed. My thighs trembled and I felt the chains rattle against my chest, the cold metal chilling against my skin.
His hips thrust forward, much more harshly this time and I realized that I no longer had any semblance of control. He’d taken what little power I had and ripped it away from me in that single motion. I gagged around his thick length, but it didn’t matter.
He wanted to use my mouth on his terms, not mine.
He used me roughly then and I forgot myself for a moment, trying to open my throat for him but it was difficult. He was far bigger than I was prepared to take.
My scalp burned. My throat hurt and then I remembered myself.
I was stronger than this. I wouldn’t let him do this to me, not if I had a choice.
I’d fight back.
I did the only thing I could do. I clamped my teeth down around his cock, biting him with everything I had. He wouldn’t expect me to react like this, especially when he thought he had complete control over me.
It was difficult to gain purchase with my teeth around him. He was so thick, and I wasn’t able to bite down very far, but I gave it everything I had. His dick was incredibly hard and far tougher than I had been prepared for. I expected to taste blood, but no coppery tang washed over my tongue like I thought it would.
An unintelligible grunt escaped his lips and I knew that I’d at least hurt him, just a little bit. The corners of my lips turned up in amusement.
That would teach him.
He jerked the leash hard and I cried out, the sound muffled by the thickness of his cock still in my mouth. My nipples ached from the sharp pinch, but the agony between my legs demanded all of my attention. I whimpered, pain cascading throughout my body and I struggled to cope with it for several seconds until it faded away, leaving me feeling like a very sore and sorry little girl.
He pulled his cock from my mouth, just enough for me to see that I hadn’t injured him, that I’d failed in my attempt to regain control. Instead, it just served to show me that not only was the use of my mouth going to continue but that I’d failed in trying to teach him a lesson by biting his cock.
The clamps on my nipples and my clit felt unbearably tight and I cried out softly, the sound almost inaudible.
After a long moment, the pain receded, and desire coursed through me instead. His palm pressed against my right cheek and I waited nervously. Would he hit me? Would he punish me for what I had done?
I expected him to slap me, but he didn’t. Instead, he just patted my face gently before returning his fingers to pet the side of my head, all while the other still held my hair in his fist.
His kindness took me by surprise.
