“What now?”
“Come here to me. And bring me those knickers of yours. You left them for me after all.” She took a step, bending down to reach for the fabric. “No. On your knees. Hold them with your teeth and crawl.”
Her eyes widened as my order registered. Her body gave her away. My words had her pressing her thighs together as she slowly sank down, holding my gaze the entire time. This was the first of many new things my innocent creature would do for me. I looked forward to introducing her to them all.
Her firsts belonged to me.
She was fucking exquisite as she moved across the floor. What could have looked silly was bloody sinful. She had an innate grace and newly discovered sexuality that made each roll of her shoulders primal. And the way her breasts swayed with each move she made had me wanting to bite those nipples and feed from her here and now.
I forgot how to breathe as I watched her. All I could hear was the rush of my blood in my ears. Could I simply pull her to her feet and free my aching cock here and now? All I had to do was lift her into my arms and spear her on my length.
She reached me then, rising to her knees and tilting her head back, the cotton in her mouth an offering. I leaned down, taking her cheeks in my hand and squeezing until her mouth opened. Pulling the knickers free, I tucked them into the pocket of my trousers.
“Do you like how you taste, petal?”
She nodded, a little whimper escaping her.
“I wonder if you’ll like howItaste as well.” I sat in the leather chair behind me, opening my trousers and spreading my legs wide. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. I don’t even think she realized she did it. “Do you want to taste me, petal? Do you want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours until you’re choking on my dick?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?
“Yes, my lord.”
Oh, the things she could do with three words.
“My title never sounded as good as it does from your lips, but I meant tell me what you want.”
“I... I... whatever you desire.”
I swallowed as all the blood in my body rushed to my weeping cock. She had no idea what she was asking for.
“We’ll get to that. Right now, I am more interested in whatyouwant me to do.”
“Fu... put it in my mouth.”
A dark chuckle escaped before I could school myself. “What was that?”
“Let me suck on your... manhood.”
“Oh, petal. If you want my cock, you have to ask for it. My wife cannot be a simpering miss. Not when I want her to be my dirty little slut.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and squirmed, her hands tightening at her sides.
“Are you my dirty little slut?”
She nodded, a little uncertain but so very aroused.
“Use your words, petal. Prove it.”
“I want... I want your c-cock.”
I took my shaft in my hand, slowly working my palm along its straining length. Her eyes followed the movement, her breath stuttering, her nipples sharp little points. I knew if I reached between her thighs, she’d be fucking dripping. My very own waterfall.