Page 89 of Greed

Raising up higher on her knees, she licked the tip and moaned at the taste. He didn’t taste anything like she’d expected. He was sweet to her senses, and her tongue eagerly lapped off the clear liquid before sliding her mouth down the long shaft. She only made it halfway when he hit the back of her throat. She retreated and took a breath before sucking hard until her cheeks hollowed out and taking him deep into her mouth again. Once more, he hit the back of her mouth, and this time she swallowed and tried to relax, but he only got partway past when the panic hit, and she pulled back.

He groaned loudly. “Good, my little bird, try again.”

She looked up at him, and the eagerness in her eyes made her determined to do this. She swirled her tongue around his shaft and loved how it flexed in her mouth as if begging her for more.

She took a deep breath just as he hit the back of her throat, but she pushed past the opening into her throat, and this time she didn’t stop and pushed through the awkward pain until her nose met his abdomen. “Fuck, little bird, you have a hot mouth.”

Minetta pulled back slowly, her eyes watering as she took him down easier this time.

“Ready,” he asked, and she had no idea if she was but nodded as she looked up at him. He didn’t give her any more warning as he pulled back and slammed home into her mouth. Her nose hit his body, and fresh tears sprang to her eyes. He tested her again, and her eyes rolled up to his as her nose bumped into him once more.

“Fuck, little bird, you’re hot.”

Pride and confidence swelled in her chest as he praised her. She held perfectly still as he picked up the pace, the sound of slurping and soft groans mixed with the running water. His hand tightened in her hair every time his hips pulled back and pushed her forward, lancing her throat once more. The initial nervousness was wiped away as her own desire soared and overrode everything else.

She wanted him to come. She wanted to drink him down. “Fuck yes,” he mumbled, his pace picking up and making it harder to breathe.

She forced down the thread of rising panic, her nose flaring to take in as much air as she could. His movements became jerky, the rhythm she’d found to be able to breathe disappeared. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long to get her wish as he pulled back, so just the tip was in her mouth.

“Suck hard,” he ordered, his voice rolling over his skin and making her shudder.

She sucked with all she had, her cheeks hollowing out with the force. “Swallow it all,” he said a second before he came in her mouth. Even knowing he was going to come hadn’t prepared her for the force of the first shot. It slipped down her throat before she had time to contemplate swallowing, and when she didn’t choke, figured it went the right way. Sucking harder as he continued to release, she gripped his hips hard and pushed him a little further into her mouth. Her throat feverishly worked on drinking him all down and marveled again at how good he tasted. Riker was genuinely sweet with a touch of tang like fresh oranges. She moaned around his dick as his body settled.

“Stand up.” Her legs were stiff as she stood, but she’d endure the pain anytime to do that again. Her nerves were tingling as she stood and stared into the softly glowing eyes that made her want to melt. Grabbing her waist, he turned them around in the tight space, so she was facing the back of the tub. “Bend over,” he whispered into the side of her neck.

She wasn’t sure what to expect, but her knees buckled as his tongue found her sensitive folds. A hard crack sounded, and she yelped with shock as his hand came into contact with her ass. “Keep your legs straight, or you get another one.”

She panted hard. Her arms shook as the pleasure raced through her body—she almost broke the rule and cried out as his fingers pressed into her heat while his mouth latched onto her clit.

He stopped and looked up at her and she wanted to scream never to stop. “You like that, my little bird?”

“Yes Master,” she mumbled, barely able to form the words. His fingers worked feverishly, pressing on all the right places, and she could feel her orgasm building. She involuntarily jerked and pushed back into Riker as the climax started to ascend through her body. Minetta whimpered as he stopped. His mouth and fingers slipped from her body, leaving her feeling empty—she shamelessly waved her ass at him in a silent beg to continue.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself, or you will be punished.” She nodded, but the pressure was painful as her body throbbed for release. “Stand up straight.”

“Hang onto the rod.” She cheekily raised an eyebrow at him. Riker smirked, a small chuckle leaving his mouth, knowing exactly what she was thinking. “That one.” He pointed up, and she wiggled her ass at him, daring him to smack her again as she maneuvered herself to stand with her back to him and grip the shower curtain with both hands.

She was having way more fun than she should be teasing a demon.

Her body shivered with anticipation as his hand hovered over her body, close enough that she could feel the heat from his skin, yet he didn’t touch her. Minetta arched her back as the nervous energy coursed through her body and hummed along her skin.

Riker placed his hand on her hip, and she softly moaned with the simple contact. As he slid his hand around to her stomach, her breathing picked up a little more. He was slow and meticulous with every inch as his fingers skimmed over her sensitive skin until he reached the delicate nub that was begging to be touched. He rubbed her swollen clit for a few seconds, and it took everything in her not to make a sound. He knew exactly what he was doing to her as his other arm wrapped around her body to tweak her nipple.

The heat from his skin pressed into her body, and she was so tempted to rub against the cock she could feel pressing into the cheeks of her ass. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she fought to remain compliant. He continued to roll the nipple with his fingers and once more rubbed her clit. She looked back at him, and a wicked smile played across his lips.

Riker did it all over again for the third time, but this time added a soft smack to her mound. She groaned with the slight sting that didn’t hurt but made her want to cry out for more. A moan vibrated in her throat as she laid her head back on his shoulder. By the fourth strike, she cried out in pleasure, and she could feel him smirking even with her eyes closed.

She was a mess emotionally. She couldn’t help it, but no matter what he did to her, only heightened her arousal. And just as she was nearing that beautiful peak of her orgasm, he let go of her body altogether, his hands falling away, driving her insane. She wanted to scream in anticipation, she had to have the release soon, or her body was going to combust with this need.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Little Bird?” Riker’s tongue made a wet line up the side of her neck, and he nipped her ear. “I can’t hear you.”

“Y…yes, Master.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Master,” she practically yelled, and she could feel his lips smile against her skin.

“Then call me by my real name when I fuck you. I’m not your Master.” She looked over her shoulder at him, and her heart swelled with the simple statement that said so much about how he saw her.