“Spit in your hand and work it down. I want to see your cock glistening. It won’t get you as wet as my cunt would, but it’s better than nothing.”
Doing as she asks, I restrain myself from saying anything, but I’m unable to stop from shaking as I imagine it’s her sweet pussy that has me lubed up.
“Very good. No need to stay silent. If you need to express yourself verbally, you may. Now slowly work from root to tip, with a very light pressure in your grip.”
Every stroke feels like heaven, and I throw my head back, groaning.
“Ah, ah, ah, look at me. You may speak, but your eyes stay on me. Is that understood?”
There’s no problem there. I’ll gladly gaze upon the goddess before me. It was her I saw when I closed my eyes anyway.I don’t think I can remember what another woman looks like right now.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. Now increase your speed, stopping about halfway down your shaft. Squeeze a bit tighter…Good job, just like that. Nowstop.”
Fuck,I was so close. I was close before I even touched myself. The taste of her alone had me on the verge of my release. I try not to let my posture falter, but the disappointment is hard to hide.
“Oh, my poor boy. Did you want to come? Not so fast. I want more of a show than that. You listened so well, stopping for me when you wanted to keep going. For that, you may continue. Same pace, same grip. I think you were enjoying it.”
Relief floods through me as I stroke myself again. I’ve never been edged before, but I understand the hype. The brief ache was worth the sensation that followed. Every touch is more intense than the last, and it doesn’t take long at all before I’m approaching my pinnacle.
My orgasm crests, but I keep my eyes on Mila, imagining it’s her I’m spilling into.Maybe if I continue to be good for her, she’ll let me.
I’m so lost in that fantasy, I don’t notice she’s gotten up from the bed until I feel her touch. Two delicate fingers run up my lower abdomen, sending chills through my body.
“That was quite the show, solnyshko, but I didn’t give you permission to come.”
She’s so close, just an inch away. I’m only taller than her by a couple of inches, so her eyes are almost level with mine. She leans in closer, and my lips part involuntarily, closing my eyes. I want so badly to kiss her right now. After tasting how sweet she is between her legs, I can only imagine…
Something fills my mouth, but it’s not her tongue. It’s her fingers. And it’s not her I’m tasting, it’s…
“Do you like the way you taste?” My eyes pop open to see a devious smirk. “Coming without permission is not how good boys behave. But I’ll let you make it up to me.”
She scoops up more of my cum from my stomach, then brings her fingers back to my mouth. “I want to see you clean up themess you made. Lick up every last drop for me, and you’ll be my good boy again.”
I stare into her gaze and suck her finger completely into my mouth, relishing the lust that fills her eyes as I twirl my tongue around in a show of getting it squeaky clean.
“Good fucking boy. Now get on your knees and clean it off my floor.”
I drop to my knees before her and look up one last time before performing my task. I’ve never felt the peace I do at this moment as I follow this woman’s every command.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Chapter 12
Ugh.Why amI so damnhot? Did someone light the fireplace in my bedroom after I went to sleep last night? I don’t even remember coming to bed. I was so mad about the afternoon meeting that I wore myself out any way possible and then…
Oh.
Oh shit.
A sleepy groan from behind me might as well be a foghorn with how it rattles my skull and forces me fully awake. The source of the ungodly heat tightens his arm around my middle, and I remember everything with startling clarity.
Thatcher offering himself up for my pleasure. Coming from the efforts of someone else for the first time in recent memory…Praising, chastising, soothing, degrading.It’s been too long since I felt the heady intoxication of being in control of someoneso completely, and I had almost forgotten the height of sensation to be found when I’m so focused on leading someone to mutual pleasure. My brain was quieter last night than it’s been in…I don’t know when.
Exceptfuck.Despite Misha thinking a good fuck would simplify my life, and wedidn’t even fuck,I feel…like I need coffee. The blackout curtains hide any hint of how late I’ve slept, but when I wrench myself from Thatcher’s hold and check my phone, it’s only five in the morning. My internal clock remains undefeated.
He rolls over immediately and burrows into the comforter, clearly not a morning person. I don’t know how I fell asleep with him in my bed last night, considering that usually my alarm bells ring if there’s anyone at all in the room where I’m sleeping. I can’t think of a time I’ve ever shared a bed overnight with someone, and in shared spaces, I always slept with one eye open.
