I realize I must have groaned in disappointment when Ian says, “Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.”
I’m about to pull back and ask how, but Ian grips my hair, holding my head still, his cock deep in my mouth.
Breathing hard through my nose, I struggle not to succumb to the twitching sensation at the back of my throat that threatens to send me into a fit of coughing and gagging.
“Relax your throat,” he instructs. “I don’t mind you retching a little. I enjoy the humiliation, but I don’t think you will.”
I groan around his length, trying to pull back, but Ian’s grip is firm.
“Jenna, relax,” he urges when I start sputtering around him. “It’s the only way to control the reflex. Don’t try to swallow, just relax.”
He reaches a hand down to stroke the front of my neck. It brings my awareness to that spot, making me realize which muscles I need to relax.
“Good girl,” he croons when I finally manage and go still. “I’m going to give you a second to swallow, then we’ll try again, and I’ll go a bit deeper.”
Grip still firm on my hair, he pulls out. I take the moment to lift a hand and wipe at the sides of my mouth, swallowing repeatedly.
“Ready?” he asks.
I give a slow nod and part my lips.
The moment he nudges his cock against my mouth, I eagerly open up wide. But there’s no taking him deep the way I want to. Tightening his grip on my hair, he decides the pace, advancing slowly.
“Relax your throat. Let me in, sweetheart.”
I’m not sure what it is about that affectionate word.Sweetheart.It balances the turmoil inside me, dragging me deeper under his command. Part of my brain registers that he might be manipulating me, but I can’t be sure, and as he sinks deep into my mouth, filling my senses and narrowing my airways, I don’t care. All I can focus on is relaxing, taking him deep inside, and being his good girl. And he rewards me with two blissful words every time I take him a notch deeper.
“Good girl,” he croons, sending waves of heat to my heart and to my pulsing core. “I think you just might end up taking me inside your throat.” He strokes my cheek with his knuckles, then grunts when he pushes a bit deeper. “And it’s only your first time.”
Taking his length becomes my only motive, and I sink into a trance. My brain shuts down, my vision glazes over, and my body melts, opening up to him. And little by little, he sinks into my throat.
I instinctively grab onto his legs, clawing and clutching at his pants, when he blocks my airways completely. But it’s not to fight. It’s sheer overwhelming sensation that needs an outlet.
“Shh,” he soothes. “I’ll let you breathe in a second. I’ve got you.”
His words make me pause. I stop grappling, just holding on. There’s nothing else I can do. Because at that moment, I’m his. His to control and his to own. So when he pushes a bit deeper instead of pulling back, I let him.
“Christ, Jenna, you’re so damn submissive,” he growls, twitching with the pleasure of it all. Slowly, he pulls out, then sinks to his haunches, watching me with feral intent.His hand in my hair forces me to keep my focus on him, vulnerable and exposed.
“I had no idea,” he says, surprise twining with the primal lust written across the hard lines of his face.
“I... Neither did I.”
A smile warms his gaze. Releasing my hair, he slides his hand to the back of my head and leans in, just a breath apart. I’m so stunned when he presses his lips to mine—slowly and deliberately. I pant hard as he starts to move, brushing soft kisses over my mouth like he’s feeling out every part of me. When I finally respond, leaning into his kiss, he tilts his head and deepens the connection. I part my lips, letting him in, and our tongues meet in a slow, exploratory rhythm. It’s tender and intimate, yet firm and assertive. There’s no doubt who’s in charge as he takes his time tasting me, but there’s also no mistaking the care in the way he gently cradles my head.
When he finally breaks the kiss, his smile is gone, the dark look from before back. His jaw tics. “Ask me to make it hurt.”
I stare at him, the hunger in his eyes and the danger rolling off him in thick waves. I should run. But logic and self-preservation hold no meaning to me at this moment. All I know is obedience and an urgent desire that makes my words come out with startling sincerity. “Please make it hurt, Ian.”
“My pleasure.” He gets up in one purposeful motion, grabs my hair, and shoves his cock deep into my mouth. I sputter and gag as he hits the back of my throat and holds me there.
“Relax,” he demands, his tone now hard and unforgiving. It goes straight to my core, lighting a fire of desire even as it pulls me into a submissive trance.
I relax, opening up for him, and he sinks inside my throat, snuffing out my breath. When he pulls out, it’s so brief that I only manage a shallow inhale before he sinks back in. Before long, he’s fucking my throat, his tight grip on my hair forcing me to take him. I can’t keep up. I gasp and gag, sputtering as I struggle to relax and take it. I focus all my attention on relaxing my gag reflex enough that I don’t retch. It’s all I can control, and just barely. Tears leak from my eyes as he repeatedly fills my throat, and spit drips down my chin. I reach up to wipe it away a few times, but I soon give up to just hold on, needing the purchase as he throws my world into chaos.
“Touch your clit,” he growls. When I don’t immediately react, he raises his voice to a startling command. “Do it!”
I shoot my hand down to rub the sensitive nub. Lightning goes off in my nerve endings, crackling and crashing, sending me straight for the edge.
