Page 44 of Serpent & Saviors

He continued to hold my hands hostage as he stared into my eyes. Kneeling in front of him in my knickers was otherworldly, and I knew at that moment I was long gone.

“Hands on your thighs, and eyes on mine.”

A full body shiver went through me at the low and direct tone. Just like safewords were something I learned about at the sex clubs, I’d also gotten good at knowing the difference between control and cruelty.

His next words proved exactly where he placed on the spectrum. Full and complete control.

“We’re going to take things slow tonight. Nothing complicated. That will have to wait for a more proper evaluation of your wants, needs, and boundaries. Understood.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“We stop at any moment you are uncomfortable or uncertain.”

“I like that,” I whispered and trailed my gaze down his body and settled on the zipper.

A couple of minutes went by, and I struggled to remain still. His hand moved, and my eyes followed the movement. I gulped hard and struggled to tear my eyes away. He pulled his cock out and slowly stroked it in front of me.

It was absolutely beautiful. He had to be nine or ten inches long. Fiercely erect and proud. His neatly trimmed hair was darker than that on his head. I couldn’t even speak. All I wanted to do was run my fingers across the silky head, brush my lips along it. Taste him.

“Tori, where are your eyes supposed to be?” he asked firmly.

“On yours, Sir,” I muttered, unable to tear them away. “Oh no,” I whispered, reaching out as his thumb ran over the engorged tip, capturing the pre-cum that threatened to drip. He rubbed his palm over the head and stroked down his length.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I wanted…to taste,” I answered, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. “Can I?”

“Can you? I don’t know.”

My eyes trailed up his body, and I locked gazes with him. “I know how. I might choke, but I won’t spill a drop. I promise,” I said, hating that my voice had that desperate neediness to it. “It’s beautiful,” I added before I looked up again.

I brought my face close, and once my lips were near the tip, I blew. He moaned, and more pre-cum formed at the slit.

“Please,” I begged.

The anticipation was killing me. He pushed the swollen head of his cock against my lips. “Tip only.”

“Thank you, Sir. Tip only,” I repeated his words.

Pressing my lips to him, I kissed softly before letting my tongue flick out. I moaned at the taste of him, savoring the weight and feel of him.

“Mmm…so good.” I paused before licking along the underside.

I focused on the head, alternating between sucking and licking, but going no farther than what I was instructed. The feel of him pulsing and the desire to take more of him into my mouth had me salivating.

Whimpering in frustration, I pulled back and stammered, “May I have more, please?”

He grinned, flashing me that dimple of his, and my pussy fluttered. He shook his head, denying me.

“Don’t you want to use my mouth, Sir?” I asked before taking him back between my lips.

His eyes darkened, and I hoped my words would get me what I wanted. Foolishly, I expected him to thrust deep into my waiting mouth.

“Am I sensing some impatience, angel? Maybe I want to enjoy this moment with you. Savor it.”

He moved his hands to my face and directed how much of him I could have. Which was only a little more than the tip. My tongue cradled his shaft as my lips moved along the tip.

More pre-cum leaked out of his throbbing cock and mixed with my saliva. Skillfully, I used my tongue to tease the ridge under the crown where it met his shaft. I licked in a circular motion, then once more flicked the tip with quick strokes.