Last time. He'd pushed me too far, that was his fault. He should have known I couldn't stop my body's reaction to the teasing motions of his tongue. I still thought he did it on
purpose, knowing exactly what would happen, just so he could deal out my "punishment" - a
spanking that I enjoyed as much as he did, before he bent me over the table and took me so
hard I climaxed twice more, sobbing his name.
I licked my lips. Okay, this might not be so bad.
"Why are you smiling?" he asked, loosening his hand on my neck. I hadn't meant to,
but I realized my lips were curving up with the memory.
I swallowed, feeling my pulse quicken even more - and knowing that he could feeling it
quickening too. "I don't know."
"Does it please you to follow my orders?"
"Yes," I said.
And it was true.
He rested two fingers against my lips, and I understood. I opened my mouth, accepting
them in, sucking, tasting myself. His eyes were heavy-lidded.
"Kneel," he said, stepping back and letting me go. I hurried back onto my knees again,
unsteady with my hands still tied behind my back, and tilted my face up to him.
"Please, Sir," I said. I wasn't sure if I needed to or not, this time, but it couldn't hurt.
He smiled fiercely, coming close and guiding himself into my mouth again. I swirled
my tongue eagerly, hoping if I did a good enough job, he'd decide to abandon that whole
"waiting" thing and just return the favor. Before I exploded.
Already, his breath was coming in short, growling pants, and I knew it wouldn't be
long. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the heat and the taste of his skin. When he groaned
and flooded my mouth, pitching forward and grabbing my shoulder, I felt a thrill run through my core, renewing the frustrated throb between my legs.