"Harder!" she ordered, grinding herself down, rocking her hips faster as he fastened his teeth around her nipple. "Suck me harder!"
He sucked; she could see the cords in his neck stand out as he fought to keep his hands in place behind his head, and the movement of his jaw as he sucked and licked and at last drew the whole front of her breast into his mouth. Inside that hot, wet cavern, her nipple strained and he swirled his tongue, that thick, strong muscle, up and around and under her jutting nib.
Carlotta slid a hand between her legs and found the kernel of her sex, jimmying it around as she rocked and he sucked and she came closer to the end. The orgasm vibrated through her, and she moaned, keeping the rhythm of her finger strong until every last bit of pleasure had shuddered through her nerves.
Guy released her nipple as she pulled away, and he was breathing hard. His eyes were dark and unfocused, his mouth open as he drew in circles of air. But his arms had remained behind his head as ordered.
"Very good," she purred, leaning forward to kiss him. She planted one hand on each side of his head, resting on his bulging forearms, wrapping her small white hands halfway around the tan muscles, and bent her lips to his.
She tasted the bare musky scent of herself on him, and thrust her tongue into his mouth to get every drop. He began to kiss her back, his lips fighting with hers, but she pulled away.
"I did not give you permission," she reminded him sharply, sitting back on her heels, her hot quim warm on his belly. "You shall have to be punished quite thoroughly."
His eyes flared dark and his pupils grew larger, and for a moment, she thought he was about to beg. But he did not, for he did not have permission to speak.
"Good, very good," she told him, acknowledging his restraint. "Now you will eat me." That ought to get him to the edge.
She slithered up his hot, muscular torso, taking a moment to suck, hard, on one flat nipple, before arranging her widespread legs over his face. Gripping the ornate iron decoration of the headboard above him, she positioned herself just above his mouth, making certain she was high enough that he would have to lift his head to reach her.
The first swipe of his strong, hot tongue sent a wave of renewed lust spreading through her. He swept it over one thick labium, up, around, and down the other one. His tongue was flat and wide and wet and it made a delicious slapping sound as it dipped around her lips. Carlotta stifled a moan and tipped her head back, her breasts pressing against the cold iron scrollwork. Her nipples were tight again, hurting in their pleasure, and her knees began to tremble.
She could see the red silk that draped from the ceiling in a sort of canopy above her and she focused on its burning hue, bringing the sensation of pulsing, red heat from her vision down to the throbbing of her sex. Guy slid his tongue into the slit between her inner and outer lips, tracing it around and back, around and back again. He had not touched her pip, not even slipped inside her vagina. Just stroked and teased over her hairless lips, sending her hips to rocking again above him.
"Eat me!" she ordered, and felt the trembling of her knees and thighs, trying to keep herself from settling down over that luscious mouth. She would make him work for it. Beg her for it.
But he wasn't begging yet; he was nibbling at her labia now… ignoring her nib, ignoring that wide open sex of her rumpled inner lips… just nibbling with gentle, hard teeth. Teasing. By God, he was teasing her!
His tongue slipped away from her outer lip and swept over the delicately wrinkled skin between it and her inner thigh, down and over the shivery sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and then back to allow his lips to suck on the lower edge of one swollen labium. Right where it folded into her skin. She was dripping, and she felt her juices running down her thigh, heard the erotic wet sounds as his tongue lapped through them.
"Eat me!" she ordered again, her voice husky.
And then, without warning, Guy reared his head up and fastened his mouth around her hard, swollen pip and sucked, drawing the little nib harshly into his mouth, and pulling on it as though he were trying to swallow it.
The sharpest, most intense arc of pleasure burst through her, radiating in a blast from the center of her body. Carlotta screamed and came, shuddering so hard that she lost the battle with her muscles and collapsed over his mouth, where his tongue and lips still worked, still did their job, as she dissolved into a mass of shudders and sweat.
When she fell away, onto the bed next to him, she became aware of the manner in which his chest was rising and falling: fast, as though he'd been running. And she saw that his hands were still behind his head.
"Very good," she told him, and reached for the column of his cock. It was purple and thick and the vein that ran down it looked as though it were ready to burst. When she closed her fingers around it, Guy jerked, his eyes fastening on her hand as though he could will her to move it. Up and down, up and down…
She did not, of course. She held it, purposely still, barely touching it, not nearly as tightly as he wanted her to.
"Is there something you wish to say?" she asked.
"Please… may I come?"
She did not answer; she gave him a delicate stroke that sent tremors rippling over his stomach. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the bed.
"Please…"
She tightened her fingers around his cock. Warm velvet it was, and she wanted to feel it inside her. Her sex was awakening again, even after the intense orgasm. Her breasts tightened. Saliva pooled in her mouth.
She stroked him, twice, hard and fast, and then released him when she felt him get ready to let go.
"No, you may not."
Carlotta straddled him and slipped his cock up inside her slick inner lips, her mouth opening in a silent moan of pleasure. She moved, rocked, once, to settle his length, then looked down at him.
He stared up at the ceiling, eyes focused on it as though it held some great secret of immortality. His handsome face was set, unmoving, his nostrils flared as though to draw in greater amounts of air. The vein in his neck contracted madly and she saw that…
"I did not give you permission to move your hand."
Guy drew in a harsh breath and closed his eyes. He replaced the hand that had moved from behind his head back where it belonged. His lips moved; Carlotta thought perhaps that they moved to form the word "please."
"Open your eyes," she ordered. "Watch me. If you take your eyes off me, your punishment will be boundless."
He obediently opened his eyes and she shifted her hips deliberately. She saw the way his lids flickered and twitched and his breath hitched… but he did not look away. His eyes did not roll back into his head as she was certain they wanted to.
"Very good," she purred. And twitched her hips again, harder, and tightened her inner lips around him. This time his lips moved involuntarily and his breath stopped, his chest full… then, after a moment, started again.
She gathered her breasts in her hands and began to pluck at her hard nipples, sending those delicious sensations down to her sex. She licked her lips, watching in delight as Guy mirrored her by licking his own lips.
She rose up on his cock, and back down, and up again, and watched him struggle to maintain his composure… and congratulated herself, not for the first time, on her student. This find of hers… this lustful man who was little more than a boy willing to be molded and taught… and tortured. Would the Comte de Chagny be so pliable?
Somehow, she thought not.
She rocked on his cock, not up and down, but back and forth, making certain the head of his cock stroked the special spot inside her vagina, and pressed against her nib. Her own breath was coming faster, and she heard his even when her eyes were closed.
She opened them, and saw to her delight that he was still watching her, a desperate expression blazing in his eyes. His mouth gapped; his arms strained behind his head, muscles bulging.