Not waiting another moment, I sucked his erection as deep into my throat as I could — hitting and pushing past the back of my throat so I could swallow every inch of him. Having no gag reflex was a beautiful thing, too bad the person that taught me had been an unwanted lover. Master agreed from the groan that filled the air. Both his large hands grasped my head, fingertips digging in since he couldn't hold my hair. Slowly, I moved back up the long, thick shaft. Using one hand, I held onto the base of his shaft, making sure he stayed right where I wanted him before once again taking him all the way in.
"Fuck, that feels good. No one has ever taken me so deeply in their mouth," Master muttered almost to himself. His hips jumped as I swallowed around him, squeezing him tighter. "Don't stop." He said when I released him from my mouth completely.
"Mmm. Do you like my mouth, Master?" I purred, dragging my tongue along the bulging veins in his shaft as my hand used the left-behind saliva to slide up and down. Slowly. I wasn't rushing anything. I wanted him to last. I wanted to make it better than anyone had ever been for him before. Who knew if I'd ever get the chance to do it again since he'd barely let me touch him any other time.
Master pushed up on his elbows again and reached behind my head to yank the tie from my hair. The strands fell around my shoulders before he sank one hand into it, pulling my face to his. His soft lips pressed against mine for only a moment before his tongue speared into my mouth. There was no asking for permission; once again, he took what he wanted and I was more than happy to give.
His tongue dragged against the inside of my upper lip, tasting me in the most unique kiss I'd ever received. Yanking back on my hair, he kissed along my jaw until he reached my ear. His voice was deep and very distinctly British as he breathed against my ear. "You taste better than anything else I've ever had in my mouth. And I absolutely fucking love the way you suck on my cock." Slamming his mouth to mine again, his teeth hit mine, but I didn't mind as his tongue was once again invading my mouth.
All the while, I let one hand keep the slow, teasing rhythm on his erection. As much as I savored his kisses, I wasn't done with the prime piece of flesh I'd been granted either. It was my turn to break the kiss. Even though his fingers twisted my hair tighter, making me moan and heat flared between my legs, I pulled my lips from his. "I'm not done, sir." Dropping my head to his lap, his hand still tangled in my hair, I took him back into my mouth, moving my hand to cup his balls as I picked up a rougher, faster suction on his cock. If he let me, I was going to make him come. There was nothing more I wanted at that very moment. I'd bargain for it if he tried to keep me from going that far.
The longer he let me keep him in my mouth, dragging my lips upon his heated flesh, the more confident I became. When his hips started to thrust to meet my lips, I dropped my hand on his balls to press two fingers into the sensitive skin right behind his sack. Never stopping the up and down movement of my head, I added a little pressure and rotation to that sweet spot.
"Shit. Shit. Shit," Master rasped. His hand was tighter than ever in my hair, pulling it from the roots, but I refused to stop because of a little pain. When his other hand lifted from the mattress to cup my jaw, thumb brushing over my cheek as I moved, my eyes rolled back in my head. It was such a caring touch when I'd least expected one. "Precious, I'm going to come." The hand in my hair pulled harder, telling me to release him.
Acting as if he hadn't just tried to move me, I continued what I was doing, more determined than ever. The pulsing on the base of his shaft warned me right before I got a throatful of his wonderful release.
His deep moans, the thrusting of his hips and that damn hand still gently holding my cheek nearly made me come too. I waited until he released my hair to let him slide out of my mouth.
His wet, already-softening dick slapped against his stomach. "Fuuuuuuuuuck." The single, drawn-out word was all I needed to know that he more than enjoyed what I'd done.
"Thank you, Master," I murmured before slipping off the bed and out of the room. I knew I should've waited until he recovered and took over again, but I didn't. I turned just as I opened the door to the dressing room and tried to get a glimpse of Master's face, but he'd already turned on his side so all I got was an eyeful of his nude body. He had dark brown hair. That was a new fact that I learned at least, not that it was all that special. Many people had hair that color and similar hair styles, but it was something.
Master stirred, probably from the light still spilling into the room, so I quickly shut the door. Inside the small dressing room, I quickly replaced my clothing, or what I still had from it. I was going to have to go panty shopping if he was going to keep destroying the ones I had. It made me smile to remember what had happened in the crowded room. While I should probably be embarrassed or nervous about who saw me, I couldn't stir up those emotions, not standing just on the other side of the door from the man who'd seemed so hungry to get at me there was no time to simply remove the tiny garment.
Once I had dressed, I noticed I was missing my necklace. I'd been so occupied with getting a glimpse of Master and finally getting to make him come, I didn't even think to try to find them in the mess the bedding had become. Tapping my foot, I debated going back to get them or leaving without them. It was a hard decision, it really was. Did I leave the one thing Master had given me that not only served as my link to him, but also was a symbol of his ownership of me? Or did I return to the room when I hadn't been instructed to? Then again, I left the room without him telling me to, so it couldn't be such a bad thing, right?
Sighing, I put my forehead on the door. Finally, I gave in and opened it. To my surprise, the bed was empty. Completely. Not only was the delicious naked man that had been there only moments before gone, but so was all the bedding. The room was brightly lit and there was no sign that I'd spent an unknown amount of time in there with Master. I had to blink numerous times to let my eyes fully comprehend. Stumbling backwards, I slammed the door only to open it again. Still looked the same.
Frowning, I brushed my hair behind my shoulders. They caught upon cold metal though. Jumping in front of the mirror hanging on the wall, I saw that I hadn't been left without a symbol of ownership or without something to remember Master by. I still had the leather collar wrapped around my neck with the metal chain hanging from it that he must have used as the leash. Running the tips of my fingers over the soft leather, I remembered what it'd felt like for him to put it on in the first place. A contented sigh left my lips as a smile brightened my face. Yes, it would be okay if I left without my pearls. I might prefer them since they caught less attention, but I could work with the leather collar for a few days until I managed to meet with Master again. Maybe he'd give the pearls back to me. Or even better, let me experience his special kink again. Never before had I known pearls could be used in such a naughty way, but I would never forget, that's for sure.
Making my way back to the front, I picked up my purse before returning to my car. As I walked toward it, I heard footsteps behind me, but they didn't sound close or menacing since there were other people in the area. Once I reached my car, I turned to look over my shoulder to see if I could find the owner of the trailing footsteps, but there didn't appear to be anyone close by. Rubbing at the bumps that popped up on my arms, I closed myself in my car, making sure to lock the doors before I put the key in the ignition. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I kept my eyes open as I searched for someone that could be hiding or lurking, but there was no one. It had to just be me being on edge because of the night's experience. It always took me a while to feel “normal” again after time with Master.