At His Instruction(4)

I wasn't going anywhere.

My breasts jutted out as my shoulder blades pressed toward one another. I felt so deliciously naughty, spread open for him on his office floor, ready to be taken any way he wanted me.

His hands were in my hair again, tilting my head to one side.

"You are absolutely stunning," he said, his breath tickling my neck.

He ran his tongue over my skin, tasting me. "Are you ready to begin your training?"

"Oh, yes," I said, closing my eyes as his lips grazed my ear.

His hand jerked my hair, making me yelp in surprise.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir!" My panties were soaking wet now, and I wondered if he could smell how turned on I was.

"Good girl."

He stood up and crossed in front of me. His hands went to his fly, and he undid his zipper, the fabric of his flat front suit parting tantilizing slowly. He reached in, drawing out his rock hard erection, and I opened my mouth, ready and eager to taste him.

"Run your tongue over the tip," he said.

He leaned toward me, bringing the head of his beautiful cock to my lips. I leaned forward and licked the slit, moaning as the salty taste of his pre-cum slid over my tastebuds. He smelled like expensive soap and that musky scent that was all his own. I inhaled, letting him fill my senses, then ran my tongue in fat strokes over the entire glans.

His breath hissed between his teeth, his rod giving a little jump against my mouth.

"Yes, Isa... very good."

He groaned as I went back for more, lapping and nibbling at the tender spot just beneath the head.

"Now, take me inside. Wrap your lips around me. Slowly now..."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I opened wide, wanting, needing more of him. True to his word, he guided himself into my mouth, patiently feeding his cock to me. I ran my tongue over the ridge on the underside as I swallowed him, groaning around his length. I loved the taste of him, the feeling of being filled in this new way. I'd given boyfriends oral before, but never had it been this slow, this sensual. Never had I wanted to please them so badly, my own sex throbbing with each flick of my tongue.

I sucked harder as he urged more of himself into my wet mouth.

"Oh, God, Isa. You're far too good at this."

He wrapped his hands in my hair and drew himself out, all the way to the tip, before slowly pumping back in. I lapped at him as he did, smiling around him as I watching his eyes close above me and his body twitch.

Suddenly, even though I was the one on my knees, I felt powerful, controlling him like this. I was making him feel this, here and now, turning him on as much as he was me. I suckled harder, bobbing my head over him even as he began slowly fucking my face. I moaned again, the vibrations making him clench his jaw above me.

"You keep this up, and I'm going to cum, little temp," he said through gritted teeth.

He pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop. "Not yet."

I frowned and leaned forward, trying to recapture him with my mouth.

His hand came down, slapping my breast.

"What do you think you're doing, slave? I said not yet! You are such an eager thing, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am, Sir," I said, looking up at him defiantly.

I wanted him. If I could have moved my arms, I would have stroked that gorgeous dick of his, cupping his balls until he came then and there, but I was trapped. Helpless to do as I pleased. Waiting on his instruction.

He looked down at me, appraising me with a bemused expression on his face.

"What am I to do with you?"

I could feel the burning heat inside of me, begging for release. Not only his, but mine. I was so aroused, I ached.

His hand closed lightly around my throat again.

"Stand up, Isa."

He pulled upward, and I gasped, before pushing myself onto my feet. His hand steadied me, then pulled me close.

"You want me now? Then I'll fuck you blue until you cum, little slave. But later, you're going to kneel beneath me, and get exactly what you deserve for being such a bad girl."

"Oh God," I breathed.

The little voice inside me screamed Yes, Yes, YES!

He pulled me to him, kissing me hard, his hands roughly squeezing my breasts through the lace. He pinched my nipples, twisting sharply with both hands. I cried out, tears stinging the corners of my eyes, my sex tingling at the jolt of pain.

"Trust me, Isa."

With that, he spun me around and bent me over, holding me by the leather gloves tying my arms together. I screeched, fear stabbing through me as I hung in his grasp, feeling like I was falling, even as he held me fast.

His weight shifted as one hand let go, and I pressed my lips together, trying not to scream, willing myself to trust my master, my Mr. Drake. There was a tearing noise, like foil meeting teeth, then rustling behind me.