“Tell me, my little whore,” I warn her softly, giving her a pet name for the first time. I have to smirk as she blushes and tries to hide her smile. She’s so much more relaxed than she was at first. We’ve fallen into a rhythm and I fucking love it. “Never hide the truth from me. It’s one way to immediately get punished.”
“I know, Sir,” she answers and clears her throat. “I want to look into your eyes as you fuck me in the bed, Sir.”
I smile, stroking her cheek. “Is that all?”
“And I want to kiss you, Sir. As we fuck.”
It takes everything in me to hold my composure. She’s a greedy girl. But romance... she knows that’s off the table.
“You want me to make love to you?” I ask her, very much uncomfortable. She’s asking a dangerous thing. What she wants isn’t just sex or fucking.
She shakes her head slightly. “It doesn’t have to be that.”
Doesn’t have to be, but that’s what she wants. Hesitation pricks its way through me.
“How about at the very end of the night, I bring you to bed and I fuck you that way? Hmm?” I offer, knowing damn well that I plan to use her up all day today. I have no other plans other than to fuck every hole she has. “Would you like that? If I take you to bed that way?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and I lean back on the sofa, spreading my legs and allowing her to get back to the task at hand.
She doesn’t hesitate. She swallows my cock again. In seconds, I’m groaning in pleasure as she hollows her cheeks around my shaft. “You love my dick, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she hums, the vibrations adding to my pleasure. She pushes further, swallowing, and with one stroke, she swallows my cock down her throat until her lips have fullywrapped around the base of my cock, my dick buried in her throat. She swallows, massaging my tip with her throat muscles, and I throw my head back.
I can’t get enough of this woman. “I could see you enjoying getting fucked right now while you suck me off.”
Kiersten pulls back, my dick popping out of her mouth as well. “Sir?”
I read it in her eyes and the way she pants, her chest rising and falling. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Sucking me while getting fucked?”
“I... I’ve fantasized about that,” she admits. “I didn’t want to tell you.”
I nearly laugh at her thought of not telling me. I’m her Dom. It’s my pleasure to see that hers is met.
“You thought I’d be angry, didn’t you?” I ask, stopping her before she can go back to my cock by gripping her chin in my hand.
Her gaze struggles to stay on mine before she nods.
“Tell me.”
“Yes Sir, I thought you’d be... upset or angry at the thought of another man involved.”
I chuckle deep and low, my cock twitching with need.
“But I’m not... my little whore.” I repeat the nickname, and her bottom lip drops slightly, her cheeks flushing with desire at the term, and I know I’ve hit close to her deepest fantasy.
“I’ve never told anyone that before, Sir.”
“We have time in this month... and the next, if you’d like,” I remind her, lifting her to her feet. “So tell me all your fantasies. I want to make as many as I can come true.”
KIERSTEN
The Past,May
Aslightly familiar shiver goes through me as I look through the thin black curtain, out at the stage. It’s small, just large enough for one person to stand, like a mannequin on display. It’s all black, and faint lights line the inside edge of the short runway and circular end, giving anyone who walks onto the stage both sure footing and total illumination.
There are no flaws that can possibly hide between those lights and the overhead spotlight that illuminates the woman at the end of the stage right now, not that she needs to worry. She’s a sculpture of a would-be goddess, her flat, toned stomach glittering with a single diamond stud, her long legs lightly tanned, her breasts high and proud on her chest. Even her long, raven’s wing hair is a fantasy, framing a triangular face with plump lips and a button nose.
“Don’t think about her or them,”hewhispers in my ear, placing a warm hand on my shoulder. My heart races. He’s snuck back again. It’s not normal for a Dom to be backstage with his submissive. He shouldn’t be back here at all. He hasn’t bought me yet, either, but I still know I belong to him. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, my little whore.”