There was no one in this world who got this inside my head, who had the capability to make me this furious—and now we were fighting over how badly I wanted to give him head.
“Colson—”
“Ask me nicely, and it’s yours.”
I was shaking. “Fuck you.” He went to lift his boxer briefs like he was going to put his dick away, so I said, “Fine. Please.”
“Please, what?”
I felt my eyes go wide. “Please give me your dick.”
He took a step closer and aimed the tip toward my mouth.
“I should bite you.”
“You can use your teeth. At this point, you know I enjoy pain. But be careful, Sophie. I’m giving you a bit of control back. Don’t compromise my trust. Once it’s gone, it doesn’t return easily.”
His threat vibrated in my ears as my mouth parted and I took in his head.
“Fuck, has your mouth been watering for me?” He knew I couldn’t respond. “It feels that way …”
The saltiness of his pre-cum dissolved on my tongue, and I moaned at the taste. The metal instantly tinged against my teeth as he went in deeper, the texture such a strange feeling as my cheeks surrounded each of the balls.
I couldn’t use my hands—they were above me and tied. All I had was my mouth and tongue, so I sucked in as hard as I could and licked in each direction, depending which way I washeaded. I lifted my head off the chair to bob, holding eye contact the entire time. And with each dip, I picked up more speed, I added more suction, I twirled my tongue over his tip and ground it against the side of his cock as I lowered.
“Fuck me … just like that,” he exhaled.
I wasn’t afraid to use my teeth, not on someone who liked pain. So, I used just the very ends, like a sprinkle, but not enough to give him chafing. And as I sloped my head even more, I opened my throat, relaxing my gag reflex, focusing on his pleasure, not the way he was hitting the back of my mouth.
“You can fucking take it, can’t you?”
My eyes filled—not from pain, but from the fullness. My spit was thickening.
“Deeper, Sophie.”
The tilting of my neck allowed me to give him what he wanted. But in this position, I could no longer move. The action was all on him, driving in and out of my mouth. And the look he gave me while he did, the passion and feral glimmer in his eyes, made me the wettest I had been all night.
“Fuck yes!”
I could feel his orgasm building. How his roughness, which he had warned me of and I welcomed, peaked. How his dick became even harder, his movements sharp instead of fluid, and when I thought he was going to fill my mouth, he pulled out and aimed toward my pussy. Each jerk of his hand created another stream, the thick white cum splattering onto my bareness.
“Yesss, Colson.”
Even though my legs were shut, the drips fell past my clit, rolling all the way down my pussy and finally puddling beneath me. A feeling so beyond sexy that I shuddered.
“Jesus, you can suck some dick.” He gave one final tug andreleased his hard-on.
“You’re welcome.” I smiled.
He held my chin and kissed me. “You were even better than last time.”
I captured his bottom lip before he had a chance to pull away, and I held it between my teeth. My stare was locked with his, silently begging him to make me come. I needed it; it was time. And when I let him go, he lifted his boxer briefs from his ankles and zipped and buttoned his pants.
Once he was dressed, he moved behind me and loosened the belt until it was off my hands. He then weaved the leather through the loops of his pants and buckled it. “I have a question for you, Sophie.”
He was standing too far away. His hands weren’t on me.
I didn’t like it.
