He released her arms, being sure to keep her steady, and eased her to her knees on the floor in front of him. She let out a soft mewl of protest but kept her gaze downward, her blonde hair damp and framing her flushed cheeks. Beautiful. Perfect.
“Look at me, Kelsey.”
She raised her face to him, those blue eyes soft and yielding. Eager.
He tucked his hand inside his pajama pants, taking his now-aching cock in his palm. “You see what you do to me. How much I love having you under my hand?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered as she watched his hand with rapt attention. He pulled his cock free of his pants and stroked upward. The tip of her tongue touched her lips.
“I was going to fuck you again tonight. Was going to bring you to my bed, take my time, and taste every sweet bit of you.”
A pained look crossed her face.
“But you tried to push the issue. To control how things went down. And so now instead of tonight being about me pleasuring you, you will please me instead.”
She nodded. “I understand. I want to please you, sir.”
He rubbed the bead of moisture along the crest of his dick, watching her watch him. She wanted this. Either the submissive in her had kicked into full stride, and the thought of pleasuring him would please her. Or the defiant part of her knew that the best way to get the upper hand on a male dominant was to bring him past the brink of his self-control—and her mouth around his cock would be a surefire way to get there.
Either way, he was one step ahead of her. She just didn’t know it yet.
He spread his thighs wide, clasping his fingers around the base of his cock. “Take me in your mouth, love. Show me how much you yearn to please.”
Kelsey’s lips twitched at the corners, a secret smile. Oh, yeah, the effect of the spanking was fading and she was looking for a way to grab the wheel again. She scooted forward on her knees and with the litheness of a cat, lowered herself to his lap, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and sliding down, down, down. Slow. Past the point where most women stopped. He felt the tip of him tap the back of her throat.
He didn’t hold back the strangled groan that welled up in him. “Fuck, that’s good.”
She lifted her gaze, locking with his, as she slowly dragged her lips and tongue upward, caressing him in the hottest, wettest, sensual slide. His feet arched—actually fucking arched—with the sensation of it all. He laced a hand in her hair, gripping the side of her skull as she continued her expertly crafted assault. And that’s what it was, a full frontal assault on his willpower.Author: Roni Loren
As if sensing the tug-o-war shifting in her favor, she let his cock slip from her mouth, then dipped lower, gliding her tongue along the base and laving at his sac. Like she loved it. Like she craved a taste of every part of him. And regardless of skill or experience, nothing was hotter than a woman who sincerely enjoyed giving pleasure—not marking time until it was her turn but truly relishing every moment her mouth was on him. Unable to stop himself, he grabbed his cock with his free hand to stroke as she took one of his balls in her mouth.
Fuck. Me. His eyes felt dangerously close to rolling into the back of his head.
Then, as if to prove she wasn’t going to let up until he completely lost it, her spit-slicked fingers teased lower, along his perineum and ringing the sensitive rim of his ass. His hips lifted off the couch, his body going taut with the onslaught of responses firing in his body. His balls drew up tight, his whole system on the verge of meltdown. He thought he’d been prepared for the feel of her, had a plan, but goddammit, she was throwing grenades at him left and right. This woman knew exactly how to bring a man to his knees.
With the last shred of control he possessed, he gripped her hair and tugged her away. Ragged words scraped across his vocal cords. “Enough, love.”
She blinked up at him in confusion with big doe eyes that nearly made him lose his resolve. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you’re doing everything too fucking right. Believe me.” He released her hair. “Turn around, face down, let me see my marks on your pretty skin.”
Though she seemed taken aback by the shift, she followed his instruction, turning and lowering herself into a graceful pose, arms stretched out in front of her, the long line of her back and the curve of her ass exposed to him, knees parted. The pink welts on her flesh only served to make his cock throb harder in his hand.
He leaned forward on the couch, reaching down, and dipped his fingers into her pussy. Christ, she was soaked, the evidence of her arousal now coating part of her inner thighs. He couldn’t remember ever seeing someone so fucking sexy. He drew her moisture onto his fingers, then pulled out and brought them back up to his cock, coating himself with her juices and mixing it with the slickness she’d left behind from her mouth. Her scent wafted up as it hit his hot skin, wrapping around him as he pumped his cock with his fist.
It was no substitute for her mouth or the feel of her body around him, but the sacrifice was vital to reiterate who was in control. He needed her to see that he wasn’t going to let her down in this training by being easily manipulated. Every response she’d given him showed how much her body and mind craved this kind of surrender. She might not be ready to accept it yet, but he was more than ready to show her how much he wanted to be the one to bring her there.
“Touch yourself for me, love. You have permission to come when I do.”
He stroked his fist along his cock with measured speed, drawing out the inevitable, savoring the sight of Kelsey bowed and spread before him. She braced herself on one arm and reached between her thighs, those slender fingers parting her folds and rubbing her clit. No hesitation. No shame.
He loved that unapologetic sexuality of hers. In front of the world, she came across as that sweet girl next door with the secret smile. But behind the scenes, she was vixen personified, a woman who didn’t worry about how “nice” girls were supposed to act. And after living his life in circles where “proper” behavior was like religion, the sight of Kelsey taking her own pleasure was enough to make his blood feel like it was going to burst out of his veins.
“That’s right. Show me how you like to be touched.”
She tilted her head back, her spine arching, and slid two fingers inside with a breathy moan. Her hips rocked against her hand as she alternated fucking herself and stimulating her clit. Wyatt found himself mesmerized and unconsciously matched her rhythm, as if it was his cock pumping inside her instead of her fingers. He gripped himself hard as he stroked, thrusting into his fist as Kelsey’s speed increased.
Acting on pure instinct now, he reached out and smacked her still-pink ass as he charged closer to release.