Daniel helped her stand. Her cunt still throbbed, swollen and wet between her legs. “Get dressed. We still have chores to finish. Then you’ll have your lesson in sucking cock.”
Alex obeyed, smiling to herself at the thought of driving Daniel as wild as he’d driven her.
~*~
The chores were done, fresh flowers cut and arranged in their vases and a fragrant eggplant parmesan was baking in the oven. They had a little over an hour to practice before Liam came home.
Daniel looked down at the naked young woman. If the arrangement had been purely sexual, he would have preferred a young man to be kneeling at his feet. While he enjoyed women well enough, he preferred the hard, masculine beauty of the male form. Yet his cock jutted out hard from his groin nonetheless. As women went, Alex was pleasing—lithe and feminine. Most importantly, she was submissive—submissive to him. That was what had his cock hard more than her high, pretty breasts or pert, rounded bottom. She was kneeling naked on the playroom floor, ready to do his bidding, willing to accept the consequences if she failed.
He took his cock in his hand, stroking it as he said, “Are you ready to serve me, slave?” He watched with satisfaction as her eyes widened slightly, her lips parting. He understood completely the effect his use of the word “slave” had on her. After being brought so close to the edge of orgasm and then denied, she’d spent the day in sexual frustration. He knew if he touched her cunt, he would find it wet. Yet she hadn’t tried to touch herself or to manipulate him in any way to touch her. She was staring at his cock, mesmerized as he stroked it. It stiffened under her ardent gaze.
Slowly she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He stepped closer, touching her lips with the head of his cock. At once she opened her mouth, her wide green eyes staring up into his. He pressed slowly forward, letting her adjust to his girth. At once her tongue and lips were moving, licking, biting, kissing as her small hands came up to cup and caress his balls. He permitted her attentions for a few minutes because it felt so good. Yet he knew he mustn’t come. He was here to teach her. He pulled back. She held on, only reluctantly releasing him as he stepped away.
“You have a certain talent,” he said. “That is, if your goal is to get someone off as fast as you can. Liam prefers to take his time. You should be prepared to spend easily an hour serving him with your mouth. It’s not a race. Your job is to draw out the pleasure. Your mouth is a vessel to receive him for as long as he cares to use you. He might come down your throat or on your breasts or not at all. That will be his decision not yours.” He stared down at Alex, whose hair was falling into her face as usual. She shook it back and nodded.
“Let’s see how well you can deep throat,” he said. She opened her mouth, kneeling up to receive him. Lightly holding the sides of her head, he entered her mouth, pushing until he felt the head touch her soft palate. Her mouth was warm and soft against him. He pushed deeper, holding her still as he pressed down into her throat.
Alex, who had been doing well, suddenly jerked back, gagging. He let her go, watching with amusement as she coughed and sputtered, her eyes tearing. “Man. It’s too big. No way can I do that.”
“Of course you can. It’s just a matter of learning to relax. Now we’ll try again.” He half expected her to protest or refuse. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, took a deep breath and leaned toward him, her mouth open. He held the sides of her head as he guided himself into her mouth.
Again as his cock head made contact with the back of her throat Alex balked and tried to pull back, gagging against him. This time he held her fast. “Stop it. It’s mind over matter. Will yourself to relax. Stop rejecting me. That’s what you’re doing. You’re rejecting your Master. That’s grounds for punishment. Stop it.”
He could feel her throat muscles convulsing as she struggled against him. She pulled back with more force and all at once he let her go, annoyed she gave up so easily. She fell back, gasping for air, her eyes watering. “I’m—I’m sorry. I know I can do better. It’s your cock. It’s just too big.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” He grinned. “But I’m not going for it. You should be able to take any size cock once you’re properly trained. You’re holding on to tension. You aren’t making yourself my vessel—you’re trying to retain your independence as a separate person. You can’t do that. Not if you want to really serve your Master properly. You have to give of yourself. To suspend your own control, to give it over to him. That’s the essence of submission. You claim you want that. Your actions say otherwise.”