"That's a lot of trust," he said, "To let me... take charge like that."
"Let you dominate me, you mean? Theo, there's nothing in the world I want more." I sat up and took his face in my hands. He looked shocked. That girl must have really done a number on him. "I loved how it made me feel. It shut off all the noise in my brain, and you know there's a lot more noise, now. It's like a goddamn warzone in here."
His hands surrounded my waist. My entire body rejoiced at the contact. I let my hands trail down his chest, back to his waistband. "Please," I whispered.
His eyes darkened. He answered by tilting my head to the side and brushing my hair out of the way; he peppered my neck with feather-light kisses. "You'll tell me if I'm too rough."
"I will," I said, though the idea of "too rough" for me was amusing. I plunged my hand inside his pants and found the object of my hunger. The velvety skin was furnace hot against my palm, and it twitched at my touch, lengthening and hardening as he groaned against my neck. My body throbbed with lust as our conversation put all sorts of ideas in my head. Most would have to be saved for later, but one in particular stood out. I leaned back and bit my lip. “Would you like it if I called you Sir?”
His cock answered before his mouth could, twinging and swelling to full attention beneath my light strokes. He looked surprised. “God, more than anything. Do it.”
“Yessir,” I smirked.
His fingers dug into my jaw as he tilted my head back. “With a little more respect.”
“Yes, sir.” Heat flared in my belly. He ran a thumb over my bottom lip as if examining it.
“You talk too much. Why don’t you show me what that mouth can do when it isn’t busy yapping.”
I stroked his length slowly. “Yes, sir.” I scooted further down the bed positioned myself between his legs. The sight of his cock in my hand sent another wave of arousal coursing through me. He was so big and so thick, it was almost concerning. I wanted to learn every vein, every bump and ridge. With a quick smile sent his way, I kissed the tip and flicked my tongue across the spongy mushroom head. He sighed with pleasure when I closed my lips around him.
I had every intention of taking my time until I found myself so wrapped up in him - his smell, his taste, all so very masculine and just him. It was just what I needed. I sucked him down as deep as I could, bathing his cock with my tongue. I bobbed with long, slow motions. What I couldn’t take with my mouth, I held in my hand and stroked, my saliva dripping and coating him down to his base.
When I felt his hand on my hair and his hips thrust subtly, an electric thrill ran through me. I loved this - his heat and his hardness, the soft sounds of pleasure he couldn’t hold back - I loved that I could do this for him.
I created suction around his shaft and quickened my pace. His hips bucked again and he groaned, then said, “Stop.” No, not yet… He yanked my head up by my hair. “I said stop.”
“I’m sorry. Sir. You tasted so good.”
He got up and stood next to the bed. I felt cold as he moved away. “Undress. Then get on your hands and knees.” I moved quickly, flinging my panties in one direction and my t-shirt in the other before getting into position on the mattress. Every nerve was at attention, awaiting his touch. “I love having you on display for me like this,” he said as his eyes roved my body.
He didn’t leave me hanging long. His hand came down on my ass with a loud smack. I yelped, then asked, “Shall I count, Sir?”
“No.” He struck again. I fisted the blankets; he gently massaged me where he’d struck and said, “Shh, easy.” I leaned into his touch. “Tell me why you’re being punished.”
“Disobedience. Sir.”
Two more quick blows had me gasping and panting, my head hanging down between my arms. I tried to remember that we were in a motel, not in a soundproofed room, and bit back yelps. He ran his hands along the smooth skin of my ass, soothing away the sting. I expected him to strike again, but his fingers slid between my thighs and sought the heat and wetness there.
"I'll be good, sir, please."
"Do you have any idea how hard it makes me when you say that?" he growled.
"Show me." I wiggled my ass enticingly. "Or..." I remembered something he'd said what felt like a long time ago. Something he wanted to do.
"Or what?"
"You said you'd like to tie me up. I think I'd like it, too."
He muttered something under his breath. He caressed the globes of my ass again as he considered it. I waited patiently though my heart raced. "I don't deserve you."