My cheeks bulged and I took in ribbons of air through my nose. He was travelling smooth and steady and sliding over the back of my tongue.
“Fuck, yeah,” he said. “I can see the outline of my cock filling your throat. Fuck, that’s hot, take it. Take more.”
I swallowed around him.
He groaned and gently caressed my neck and the underside of my chin. He was so damn big and solid, and the salty tang of pre-cum laced my tastebuds. “Oh, Freya.”
He withdrew a little, then pushed back in, his angle the same and filling my throat. He repeated the action. For several minutes the rhythm continued.
I tensed around the plug in my ass and curled my toes. I was trembling. I wanted him to come and I wanted to come again too. My pulse whooshed in my ears, my upside down position intensifying the sound. My skin prickled with sweat and the small hairs on my arms stood to attention.
“Fuck, I have to stop,” he said, pulling out.
I gasped for air and he raised my head so it was level again. Within a second the bench had been put back together and I could rest my crown on it. “Jonathan,” I said, missing his cock in my mouth. “Please.”
“Not Jonathan—Master.” He released the clamp on my left nipple.
The sudden shot of discomfort had me squeezing my eyes closed and rising from the bench. The blood rushing to the area was white-hot.
He set his mouth over it, laving it with his tongue.
I groaned and thrashed my head. My pussy was throbbing and damp. I needed him. I needed fucking.
But I knew better than to demand that.
It would get me nothing.
“You’ve got me so hard it hurts,” he said, kissing from my breasts to my belly. “And now I’m going to fuck you…hard.”
“Yes.” I was panting. “Yes, oh…yes…” I was glad I was strapped down, I hardly knew what to do with myself. My need for him was so intense. I was sure just one flick of my clit and I’d come.
He stepped between my legs, holding his cock.
I tensed my thighs, tugged at the straps around my shins. I wanted to wrap my legs around his hips, drag him close, closer still and deep into me. But I couldn’t. I was sprawled helpless before him, his to do with as he pleased and he was certainly having a good play with me.
“You’re still so wet.” He slipped two fingers into my pussy. “Sucking my cock turns you on.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Dirty little girl.” He chuckled. “You look so sweet, but I know the truth.”
I didn’t think I looked sweet, but if he thought so, that was fine. So long as he gave me some cock, soon.
“I love your pussy,” he said, “so warm and greedy for it.” He wriggled his fingers and his thumb brushed over my clit.
I moaned and bit on my bottom lip to stop from crying out for more.
“And my cock loves it too.” He withdrew his fingers and finally I felt the tip of his glorious erection at my entrance.
“This is going to be a squeeze,” he said, pulling the skin on my mound to expose my clit. “But worth it.”
He eased in, stretching me around his glans.
Damn, he was right. The plug seemed to take up half the space in my pelvis. I could sense its hardness through the thin membrane between my ass and pussy.
“Oh God, yes…” Jonathan tipped his head back and gritted his teeth. “That…is…it.”
I tensed around him.