“Yes, please,” she said.
“I don’t know. You were awfully bossy earlier.”
She exhaled slowly. “I’ll be good.”
The crop sliced through the air suddenly, landing hard against her other ass cheek, and Payton let out a startled cry.
“I know you’ll be good.” His voice was patronizing. “You’ll be fucking amazing like you always are, but you,” he tapped her clit gently with the crop, “are not in charge.” His free hand grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing. He had to speak loud to be heard over her pants for air. “Tell me, Payton. Who owns this?”
“You. Oh, fuck, you do.”
He slapped the crop once more on her flesh, watching the heart develop on her stinging skin. He snarled the word, “Mine.”
My fingers had paused their wicked movements between Noemi’s legs, distracted by the display of power. I was so hard it was painful. Every subtle shift of her body on mine was blissful agony.
I slapped my fingers on her clit, just a little too aggressive to be playful, and she jolted. Her shocked eyes blinked wide, but then hooded again when I rubbed her. Her quiet moan of pleasure shot straight to my dick, so I slapped her pussy again, this time harder. She let out a little yelp. Pain? Surprise? I couldn’t tell, and her hand covered her mouth.
“I think you need one more,” I whispered.
Her unblinking gaze focused sharply on my hand. Where was the wait from her lips? Or the stop? I reared my hand up and brought it down swiftly, halting suddenly an inch from her skin, but the effect worked. She flinched for the incoming blow, and as soon as she realized what I’d done, her shoulders relaxed. That was when I slapped her clit a final time.
“Fuck,” she cried, shuddering in my embrace, and her hand fell away from her mouth to clench on my forearm.
“There’s the tremble.” I massaged her slick skin, teasing. “Doesn’t it feel better now when I touch you?” Fuck, I could get lost in those big eyes of hers which seemed to see right into my soul. Her fingernails dug into my skin.
“Yes, Sir.”
I kissed her, and for the first brief moment she tasted of the champagne, but then it was one hundred percent her. The flavor of Noemi Rosso, another hit of my new drug. I wanted my cock in her mouth. In her cunt. Deep in her ass.
“Get on your knees,” I said.
She moved swiftly, kneeling between my legs, her hands on my belt. She rushed to get the leather end undone.
“My, we’re enthusiastic.” I pulled her silky hair up into a loose ponytail so it wouldn’t be in her way, but also gave me a point of control. Noemi’s fingers deftly extracted me from my pants and boxers, and I groaned at her touch. Finally. I’d chosen not to participate earlier, wanting to draw out the anticipation, but holy fuck, I’d almost broken a dozen times during it.
The half-smile on her lips was my clue something was up, but then her rosy lips opened and she welcomed my cock into her scorching mouth.
“Shit,” I said quietly.
Overall I liked fucking better, where we were both getting off, but there was nothing that matched the pure sensation of oral. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive spot on the tip, forcing my free hand to clench into a fist.
“That’s right,” I whispered. “Just like that.”
Warmth slid down and then up, and she pulled me from her mouth. She ran her lips all the way down the length, skimming the edge of her teeth on the way back. I appreciated the visual, and my lust burned a thousand degrees hotter when her eyes fluttered open to catch me watching.
She took me once again in her mouth, her tongue spinning around the head of my cock, before pushed down to take me further. And further.
“Yes, baby girl. Oh, fuck, yes.” Holy shit, she moved slowly but was inching along, taking me much deeper than before. I hit the back of her throat and she kept pushing, her mouth like a vise. Then, she made a gagging sound and backed off abruptly.
“What happened here?” I teased. “They’re offering cock-sucking classes at that Catholic school now?”
She looked like she found it both amusing and offensive at the same time, but brushed the comment away. Her expression was determination and she stared at my dick, wet with her saliva. “I can do this.”
A short laugh tore from my lungs. “I love that you’re such an overachiever. You don’t have to immediately be the best at everything you try.”
She ignored me and wrapped her hand around my cock, running her tongue over the tip, licking. My toes curled inside my shoes and my balls ached. Her mouth descended on me again, and it was more torturous pleasure. Why was I giving her a hard time about this? She wanted to practice deep-throating on me. I needed to shut my stupid fucking mouth and thank my lucky stars for this girl.
But the wolf inside me would not be quiet. “Maybe if you make it all the way to the base, I can get you a cake.”