Logan walks around me, gripping me hard by the hair and looking straight at me. “It’s time you learn your place, Kitten. On your back, at my mercy. First, I’m going to lick your pussy until you’re begging for my cock. But you’ve been difficult, so you’re going to get my cock, but you’re not going to get it where you’re wanting it.”
I feel my eyes widen slightly. I think I know what he means. Is he going to fuck me in the ass? I’ve never tried that, and the idea is more than a little frightening to me, but I hold my tongue. It’s like he said our first time together, this is about testing my limits. If I don’t like it, I can always tell him to stop.
I keep reminding myself about that. I can stop this at any time. Still, it’s one thing for him to tell me I can stop him and another for him to actually stop. For all I know, he’s never planning to let me go. Guilt creeps through me at the excitement that idea brings me. It’s only a shallow level of excitement though. I need more than sex. I need more than finding the right guy. I need to succeed with my business. The truth is all three are connected, and I don’t think I’ll be completely satisfied unless I have all three. Call me greedy.
His hands snap me out of my thoughts. It’s starting for real now. His touch brings me so powerfully to the here and now that all the rambling musings in my mind are shut off in an instant. There’s only his calloused touch against the softness of my thighs, the heat of his breath against my clenching pussy, and the sound of my shallow breaths as I wait for him to fulfill his promise.
He doesn’t just lick at me or gently kiss his way toward my slit. He presses his face into me forcefully, driving his tongue into my opening and dragging it up to my clit, circling, kissing, and sucking. The immediacy of it makes me throw my head back and gasp.
“Oh, Logan,” I moan.
He grunts into me, the vibration of his mouth only intensifying the already unbelievable sensations flooding through me. He barely has to kneel to reach my pussy with the way I’m suspended, and I’m completely at his mercy. I could struggle, fight, and try to resist all I wanted and it would make no difference. Right now, as his mouth kisses wetness and heat into my most sensitive place, I’m completely his and I’m completely at his will.
The mounting pressure within me threatens to burst at any moment and I want to clutch his head and gently push him back, but I can’t. He’s squeezing my breasts and pushing down slightly so that I would have to exert inhuman force to pull myself up with the way I’m strapped to the ceiling. All I can do is lay back and brace myself, fearing the intensity of my coming orgasm.
Just when I think I can’t hold it back any more, he stops. I don’t know why I’m afraid to cum yet, but I remember the way he wanted me to wait until he was inside me last time. I feel like it’s some kind of test to see if I can still figure out his wishes even if he doesn’t tell me what he wants. He moves to my side, still fully clothed and masked. He leans down slightly to kiss me and I can taste myself on him, but I don’t care. It’s part of his show of dominance to make me do it, and I gladly play along. Anything to have his lips against mine and his hot tongue probing my mouth.
I hear a faint zipping sound and he pulls back as he frees his cock. My core throbs when I look at it, getting even wetter, which I didn’t think was possible. His dick stands fully erect, veins pulsing faintly with his heartbeat. I lick my lips, unable to take my eyes away from it.
It seems like a vulnerability, the only vulnerability in his otherwise impenetrable armor. He’s my dom. He’s all powerful and his will is the law when I’m in this room. But that perfect, fat cock of his is my one weapon against him. It’s the one way I have of bending his will to mine, and if he lets me, I’m going to see just how well he can maintain his control.
As I hoped, he reaches up and adjusts my straps slightly so I sink down a few inches until his cock is level with my mouth.
“Suck my cock, Kitten,” he says, voice a low, rumbling growl.
The harness around my bicep gives me the freedom to bend at the elbow and wrap my fingers around his waiting cock, taking the velvety head of his cock into my mouth. My eyes trail up to his face. His eyes are squeezed shut, forehead scrunched in pleasure. His lips are slightly parted. I love that I can affect him like this, and it only pushes me further, daring me to do more and do it better.