She’s doing things to me. She’s always done things to me. That incident we had years ago? I’ve never had that happen with another girl. Not when I was a kid, and definitely not now. Yet from the moment I lightly kiss her throat, inhaling her intoxicating scent and feeling myself stiffen more and more, I feel like it’s about to happen again.
Kathryn Alison gives me tremendous thrills.
It’s only right I give those back to her.
“Katie,” I murmur against her heartbeat, feeling her relax against the couch beneath me. “Do you like it when I call you that?”
Her hand rests on my leg. Her touch is everything I want, everything I need. My body is heating up. My cock is going to make a great escape from my pants if I’m not stupid careful. Tonight will be such a test in self-control.
“Yes.”
“No one else calls you that, right?” I’ve never heard it. Granted, I’m not thinking much about it as I unbutton the top of her coat and reveal that she’s wearing nothing but lacy black underwear beneath. A pushup bra. Not that she needs it… but holy shit, looking into her shadowy cleavage has me… I can’t help it. My hand grabs her breast, gently, although trust me when I say I’m using every ounce of self-control to keep from mauling her.
“You’re the only one, Ian.”
“You will call me sir, tonight.”
This time I know she’s stiffening from discomfort. I reminded her of why she’s here. I’ve established our roles.
She must submit.
“You’re the only one, sir.”
Her voice is droll. Robotic. Fuck. She’s not into it.
And yet here I am with a major hard-on straining against my zipper. So, I don’t care about how she sounds at the moment. She’s lucky I’m not a raging alpha animal right now, splitting her cunt in two and making her scream into the couch.
Ah, fuck.
I don’t know what’s going through her head. I really don’t want to care. I want to hear her call me sir with all the need and passion I want from a sub. It’s not enough to hear the word. I need to hear her true intent.
“You can say no tonight,” I mutter, feeling the heat in her thigh. “You can always say no to anything.”
“I know that… sir.”
“Do you not like this?”
“I’m still getting used to it.”
“You’re beautiful.” These platitudes work for most women, but she’s different. I’ll need to step up my game. “So sexy and smart. I want to give you so much pleasure that you go blind.”
A smile twitches on her lips. “Worship me?”
Domme talk. I can work with it. “I’ll worship you, Katie. Worship you in a way no man has ever dared to worship you before. Trust me. Do you trust me?”
“I don’t know…”
“It’s okay. I know what you mean.”
“Do you know? I trust you to stop if I say so, but do you know me?”
“I’m learning. This is a first for both of us in a lot of ways. Give me a chance to show you a world you’ve never visited before.”
She sucks in her breath, her lips mere inches away from mine. “All right,” she whispers. “Please kiss me… sir.”
I do. I kiss those lips like I’ve been begging to all night, my tongue instantly diving down her throat, claiming everything it can. She has a tight, warm mouth. A little mouth. Yet her tongue is fire, blazing against mine, her hand on my cheek as she kisses me back with every ounce of passion inside of her.
Shit. Shit. I’m so hard.
Shit, shit, her hand is on my cock.
Normally, I would pull her hand away. Normally, I would admonish her for not following directions, but I like her sense of adventure. It’s Katie. I want to go easy on the orders tonight.
It’s Katie.
I don’t know what that means anymore. Just that she’s ruining me as much as I’m getting ready to ruin her.
As we kiss, my hand dipping into her bra to indulge in those soft nipples, her fingers pull down my zipper and dance on the head of my cock. I groan against her tongue, and the next thing I know, she’s got her hand wrapped firmly around me.
“You don’t get to play with that and not do what I want,” I growl, holding back orgasm.
“And what do you want, sir?”
She knows. She knows. “I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.”
I can feel that smile as she continues to kiss me. Insubordinate. I have to remind myself that she’s no normal sub tonight. I have to go easy.
“Thought you would never ask.”
Katie kisses my throat, the buttons on my shirt, and then my belt buckle as she slips onto the floor and in front of my legs. Her blond bun entices me to the point I grab it, filling my hand with thick hair as she completely pulls away the opening of my pants, my cock sticking straight up between us.
I’ve been waiting for this for weeks now. Not only is she finally doing it, but I ordered her to do it.
It makes it hotter.
“Like this?’ she asks, grabbing my base and licking the underside of my cock. Her blue eyes consider me coyly, and I wonder who this is – Kathryn, or Stephanie May? “Anything you want in particular?”
Yes. I want you to swallow me whole, Katie. Why aren’t you doing that? “Tonight, I’ll let you call that shot. I’m going easy on you.”
Her smile briefly fades, but is replaced when she sees my precum glistening on the head of my cock. “Whatever you say.”
There was never any doubt that she was good at this. She’s a Domme, and Dommes use a lot of oral sex as rewards and punishment. They have to be good cock and clit suckers if they’re going to get subs lining up for their domination.
Katie isn’t just good.
She’s fan-fucking-tastic.
If my size intimidates her, I never feel it. Her lips and tongue slide so effortlessly over me that I feel like I’m slipping into a sweet state of unconsciousness. I want to lie back, close my eyes, and enjoy this until I come on that tongue and throat. But I can’t show her that side of me yet. When she looks up at me, with those big, blue eyes, her lips pulsing, her tongue licking, she needs to see my stoic face.
Even though inside I am fucking dying.
Oral with a woman who has a smaller mouth is beyond amazing. They can’t slowly expand and open up to take you, like an aroused slit does. It’s a different kind of pleasure. A woman working her mouth open to take you. Relaxing her gag to swallow you without choking. Maneuvering cunning tongues so you’re always on the brink of orgasm. And that look Katie gives me. She can feel how much I love this, even if she can’t see it in my poker face. She can feel it in the way my cock trembles in her mouth, in the way I squeeze her bun, in the way my heat expands through her body. Whether she’s jerking my shaft and sucking nothing but my tip, or swallowing me whole so my cock is surrounded by tight, warm heat… she knows this is an instance where a sub has total control.
I am losing control.
All right, Ian, it’s decision time. We’re almost to the point of no return. Another minute of this, and you’ll be shooting your seed somewhere. Either in her mouth or…
I could spend it on her breasts. The ones poking out of that pushup bra and tantalizing my eyes. Or I could spray her pretty hair… but I would like to keep grabbing it.
I’ll grab it now.
“Mmf!” I’ve never felt a gag relax so quickly. For a moment even I panick that I choked her too hard, that I’d have to pull out and watch her fight to catch her breath as she smacks me for that and I lose her all night, forever. But she’s quick to adapt. Katie takes a deep breath through her nostrils and resumes sucking me, squeezing my base, my balls, mimicking swallowing motions in her throat so I have a constant stream of ripples going over my cock.
I can’t hold back. My thighs are burning, my sack full of my virility and getting ready to plant my seed somewhere in or on this woman.