She nods, licking her lips hungrily.
I release her jaw and brush back a few strands of hair from her face. “Beg me.”
A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth and she squirms, trying to bring her mouth closer. “Please, Becker. I want to feel you in my mouth. I want to make you come. Can I please, make you come, Becker?” Her hands reach forward, bracing herself on either side of my hips.
Fuck, the way she says my name is like she’s already worshipping me, and my balls tighten with anticipation. I’m still clothed, and it just adds to the level of horniness, to the entire scene. Nora’s completely naked, begging for me to fuck her hot mouth, and I’ve barely got my dick out. There’s something so raw and empowering about having her begging me like this.
“You should see how sexy you look right now. Begging to please me.”
Her cheek strokes the length of my shaft, but she doesn’t take me inside her mouth. She’s waiting for permission.She’s too fucking perfect.
“Let’s see how much of this dick you can take at once, Nora.” I grip the shaft and press the tip to her lips. “Show me how eager you are to taste me.”
She takes the tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling the vein on the underside and we both groan at the same time. I fist her hair, gripping the back of her head to hold her still, and she slowly takes more and more of me. A few bobs of her mouth and then she’s taking the rest of me in, making a sweet gagging sound, and her eyes watering as she stares up at me.
Nora’s nails dig into the back of my thighs to brace herself, and she continues to fuck my cock without any guidance from me. “Fuck, Nora. I’m going to blow already.”
Her eyes twinkle with a satisfied smile, and she cups my balls, massaging them just enough that it takes me over the edge. I grab a fistful of her hair again, and with a hard thrust once, twice, I’m shooting my hot seed into her mouth.
Chapter three
Nora
Becker’sgaspingforair,his entire body tense as he shoots hot streams of come into the back of my throat. I swallow it all, then drag my tongue along the base of his silky cock. It’s a thing of beauty. Thick and long, and veiny. Smooth, too.
“Did I do a good job?” I ask, leaning back on my heels. I glance up at him, meeting his gaze. Wiping my mouth of excess drool with the back of my hand, I wait for his response.
“You did an amazing job.” He tucks his member back into his pants. He catches his breath and takes off the tie that’s dangling around his neck. “Lie on your back.”
I oblige because I don’t enjoy being a brat. I learned quickly, being a submissive, that I’m not here for the punishments. I’m here for my rewards. Sure, I like a few spankings and a little bit of pain, but not as a punishment. I like it if my Dom likes it. Just because.
Becker keeps his gaze on me as he heads to the fridge and grabs two bottles of water. He returns, handing one to me, and we sit in a comfortable silence as we both guzzle down our bottles. He sits at the edge of the bed, his eyes trailing over my naked body. The smile on his face tells me everything I need to know.
I don’t need to feel self-conscious around him, because he enjoys looking at me. So I don’t hide my body. Instead, I spread my legs to give him a better view. He swallows, a heated look in his eyes. “I think it’s safe to say you’re not a brat.”
I nod. “Is that what you normally like?”
He shrugs. “I don’t really have time to tame a sub. Brats are too much work. If I wanted to house train something, I’d get a dog.”
I laugh at that. “I’m definitely not a dog.”
“No. You’re not.” Becker clears his throat. “You seem independent. You know what you want. Why were you looking for something more than just playing scenes out in the club?”
“I want companionship. And it’s hard to find that in this lifestyle. The guys that seem to be interested in dating me…” I trail off. “Well, I don’t seem to have any luck in finding someone I’m interested in dating who also can ground me this way.”
He tilts his head. “In what way?”
“The sensory thing. It hinders me a lot in my everyday life. And letting myself go like this helps. I need the escape from reality. My therapist agrees he’s seen a major difference in my progress, too. So I think it’s time to merge the two. Find someone that I can be with inside and outside the lifestyle.”
He nods. “That makes sense. Is the sensory processing disorder something you’ve always had?”
I tear my gaze from him for a moment to gain my composure. I definitely am not ready to go down that road with him yet, even if he did just bruise the back of my throat. Speaking of–I swallow, wincing at the pain, and clear my throat.
Time to change the subject. “Why did you decide to start dating in this scene?” I ask, sipping my water. “Maybe it's a bit judgey of me, but I always just imagined a rich man like you would date someone in your social circle, and come here on weekends to blow off steam.”
He draws a brow at me. “Yes, that is a bit prejudiced of you.”
“Sorry,” I say nervously. I offer a timid smile.