Page 46 of Silver

I try not to wince. “Yes, Sir.” Is there another answer?

I’m surprised when he unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper. A moment later, he lifts his boxers over his cock and pulls it out. Holding his dick in one hand, he strokes my cheek with the other. “I know you’ve read about cockwarming.”

I swallow and stare at his shaft. I’m certain it’s not even fully erect, and it’s huge. It’s also the first penis I’ve ever seen. And he knows this. My entire body stiffens.

“More than one of your kinky books has the corners folded so you can reread the scenes with cockwarming,” he points out. Damn him. “You know what to do. Lean forward, take my cock into your mouth, and hold it there while I eat. You may only move your tongue and lips enough to swallow and maintain my semi. No hard sucking. No teeth.”

Silver brings his free hand to the back of my head and forces my face closer to his crotch.

I whimper as I start to panic, struggling slightly against his grip.

His fingers tighten on the back of my neck. “You can do this, Daphne. Mind over matter. Eventually, you’ll take my cock in the back of your throat and learn to pleasure me. Swallowing my seed will be a regular part of your routine. For tonight, I’m training you to keep my dick warm while I eat.”

My breathing becomes erratic as the tip of his shaft touches my lips.

“Open, naughty girl.”

Whining, I open my mouth to let him in.

He pushes my face all the way down until my airway is cut off by my nose being pressed against the base of his cock.

I release my hands from behind my back, grab his knees, and push against him, fear consuming me.

He doesn’t let go. “Hands in position, little slut. Now,” he orders.

Shaking and scared out of my mind, I struggle some more before realizing he’s not going to let me breathe until I obey him. I throw my arms back and grab one wrist with my other hand out of sheer self-preservation.

Silver immediately eases his grip enough to open my airway. “That’s better. I know this is new to you. I won’t punish you tonight for your insolence, but don’t let it happen again. Rest your cheek on my thigh and gently suckle my cock while I eat.”

Panting through my nose, I lean in closer and do as I’m told. Giving him my full weight against his thigh alleviates the strain of holding myself upright. I’m able to relax—sort of—and focus on the fact that his dick is in my mouth. All of it. All the way to the base.

If his erection were fully hard, it would not fit like this.

“Gentle sucks, precious girl,” he encourages, stroking the top of my head. “Just enough so you can swallow and keep my cock warm. Light strokes of your tongue. Not so much that I can’t focus on eating.”

I experiment, trying to follow his instructions. I’ve never given a blow job, of course, but I doubt this is anything like a normal blow job. This is far more intimate and intense.

The only taste is the saltiness of his precome dripping slowly out of the tip. I’ve read it would be salty, but now I know. I assume it’s combined with his own personal musk. And every inhale through my nose draws in the clean scent of his soap.

Silver is a meticulous man. Not just his rooms, but his grooming. The hair around his cock is well-trimmed. Again, this is an assumption since I only have literature and the occasional porn to go by. But his pubic hair is not long, wiry strands that would be tickling my nose.

Silver takes his time eating, all the while talking to me and petting my head. “Like I said before, tomorrow we’ll go through what will become your regular daily routine, so there won’t be any surprises on Monday. If I feel like you’re ready, I’ll let you attend your classes on Monday. You’ll have to demonstrate your full submission to me in order for that to happen.”

Trying not to panic about Monday, I listen to the sounds of his utensils against the plate as he eats, each clank a rhythmic tinkle that reminds me of the sounds of my various chains extending from my neck, wrists, and ankles.

I memorize the feel of him. The thick vein that runs up the underside of his length, from the base to the tip. I bet it will be more pronounced when he’s fully erect.

I’m peripherally aware of him pushing his plate away, finished with his meal. I should be grateful. This might mean he will remove his cock from my mouth. My heart rate picks up, and it takes me a second to realize it’s not from hoping I’m done with this heinous task. It’s from fretting over the impending loss.

Of all the tasks he’s made me endure today, this one is nothing like I anticipated. It’s almost a reprieve. A break. I’ve probably been nursing his cock for half an hour. That’s thirty minutes he wasn’t reprimanding me for anything else. It’s apparent I can do this well. He hasn’t complained. Based on the way he has gently stroked my head the entire time, I’m confident he’s pleased.

Giving me his full attention now, he cups the sides of my head with both hands and then leans forward to slide them down my neck and shoulders before reaching around to fondle my boobs.

I whimper as my nipples stiffen and my pussy reacts to the gentle touch. A moment later, he pinches my little buds, making me moan.

I’ve probably been hovering on the edge of full-blown arousal for the last half hour, and his touch sparks something in me that tips me closer to ecstasy.

Silver growls deeply, startling me. “When you moan around my cock, precious girl…” He thumbs my nipples again. “Spread your knees, little slut. This isn’t about you. When my cock is in your mouth, it’s only about me.”