ANTON
Her eyes turn a dark hazel as she stares at me. She looks both terrified and expectant. She wants something to come of this night—she just hadn’t bargained for quite how much.
I wonder for a moment if she’s considering defying me. Part of me hopes she does. I’d take a savage pleasure in breaking this little filly.
But then, slowly, she sinks to her knees.
She’s moving on autopilot. I feel like a puppet master, with a fistful of Jessa’s marionette strings held firmly in my hand.
“Unbutton my shirt,” I rasp.
She swallows hard. I watch her throat ride up and down. So fragile. So beautiful. So utterly naive.
Her hands float up towards me. They undo the first button with difficulty, then the second, the third, until my torso is bared before her. The wine has trickled down to run between the grooves of my abs.
“Now, clean up the mess you made.”
She starts to reach for a napkin at the unused place setting. But before she can even get halfway there, I shoot my hand out and snag her wrist.
“Not with that,” I correct. “You’re going to lick me clean.”
Her eyes are huge. Caramel brown and emerald green flowing together. A lock of hair has fallen over her face. I reach out and smooth it back behind her ear.
“It wasn’t a question, kotyonok.”
The air in the room is impossibly tense. She looks up at me for a long time. Ten, twenty, fifty beats of our hearts. Well, of hers, at least. Her pulse is going a mile a minute. Mine is as cool as ever.
I wonder again if she’s going to make me show her what happens when I am defied.
But then, she does what I thought she’d never do.
Submits.
She leans in and drags her tongue over my skin. My cock is stiff and it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than my need for her.
She laps the wine up until the scent of it is replaced with hers. But she doesn’t stop there. Her uncertainty seems to dissipate as she licks her way down my body to the button of my pants. Slowly, she unzips me.
My cock nearly hits her in the face, but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she doesn’t hesitate as she runs her tongue over the head of my dick.
I shudder as the sweet warmth floods through my body. I’ve had thousands of blowjobs in my life, maybe more.
But not a single one like this.
She licks my head for a few seconds before she practically swallows my cock. I’m not expecting her to take me so deep so soon. I press a hand to her head and push her down a little further, losing myself to new sensations.
It’s been a while. Maybe that’s why it feels so intense.
But somehow, I doubt it. I have a feeling this has more to do with the woman on her knees before me than anything else.
She pulls out, gasping. I expect her to stand and claim she’s done as I asked, but she dives back down and starts sucking on my balls. I wince as she finds a sensitive corner between them and consumes me.
And then I’m done waiting.
I need to sate the desire coursing through me. This isn’t enough. Not even close. I grab her and yank her upwards. She yields easily, her eyes wide with uncertainty and desire.
I force her to a standing position in front of me and then I start stripping her. She doesn’t move. She just stands there and lets me remove her clothes.
She’s wearing white panties and a black bra. Both are practical, functional, not designed to be seen by a lover.