Then his voice roughened. “I’m pleased with what you’ve done so far.” He took a deep breath. “Do you want me to tell you what to do next?”
I sighed with relief. “Yes, please.”
“How about trying yes, please, sir?”
“Yes, please, sir.”
“And you’d better open your eyes for the next bit.” There was laughter in his voice, and my eyes snapped open.
“All right. On your knees, Toni.” His hands tangled into my hair, pulling it back off my face so he could look at my expression. “Tell me, have you ever sucked anyone off before?”
I shook my head. “No.” There was a pause. “Sir.”
He bent close to me. “I like it when you call me sir.” He kissed me lightly on my forehead. “But only when we’re playing like this.” Gentle pressure on my head from his hands encouraged me to sink to my knees, and his cock bobbed frighteningly right in front of my face.
“All right, Toni, now take your time and start by using your hands.”
I glanced up, then swallowed and reached out with one hand and touched his cock. It jerked slightly, and he took a deep breath and held still.
I took him in my hand, felt the velvety smoothness around the throbbing heaviness. It was the first time I’d really looked at a man’s cock, and I was surprised that I wasn’t disgusted by it. I held it in my open hand and traced my finger up from the base to the tip. Hearing his deep breaths, I carried on, encouraged. I let my finger circle around the head, and felt for the slit at the tip. I was rewarded by his hands tightening their grip on my hair. Perhaps I was doing this right after all.
I leaned forward and licked at the very tip, wildly pleased at myself for daring to do this. I loved that he was standing still, letting me go at my own pace, even though he’d challenged me out of my comfort zone. Then I raised my head.
A small drop of precum oozed from the slit. Fascinated, I watched it, not knowing what to do. James took one hand out of my hair and took my hand. He used one of my fingers to pick up the droplet and carry it to my mouth.
“Taste me.”
Cautiously, I licked my fingertip. He tasted musky, salty, very male.
“God! Girl, you’ve no idea how hot this is, watching you explore. But if you’re not careful, I’m going to explode in the next minute or two.” James’ voice was hoarse, tightly under control.
I leaned forward again, licking my lips which had gone suddenly dry. His cock looked huge, rigid, close to my face. I opened my mouth, and put it to my lips. I had to open my mouth wider, managing to take in an inch or so. Then I stopped, trying to work out the mechanics of breathing with my mouth full.
I put my tongue forward, slid his cock further in, just a little, and wriggled my tongue to feel what it was like. His hands tightened in my hair and he jerked away.
“No! This is no good. I don’t want to go too far your first time.” He bent and grabbed my hands, wrapping them around his cock and with one push and a guttural cry, his cum spurted out over my body, his thick shaft pumping through my hands, coating my palms in a layer of slippery fluid.
I loved watching him let go, lose control like that in front of me. Surely it meant we were getting ever closer to being able to talk about actually loving each other?
Then he was bending over me. “Thank you, Toni, that was unbelievable. Now I’d like you to lick me clean.” I looked up at him and then began my task. My body was so turned on by all that had happened, I tried to rub my thighs together as I knelt in front of him.
I just got frustrated, so leaving one hand supporting his cock as I played giant lollipops with it, I let the other hand steal down to my clit. I hoped he wouldn’t see, or maybe I hoped he would, surely he’d fuck me now, I’d done my punishment, I needed that reward.
“Oh, not you don’t.” He had seen. He reached down and took my hand. “You’re not getting any release today, Antonia.”
“I’m not? Why not?”
“You’re not.” He confirmed. “As to why not? Well, firstly because I said so. Secondly, because this was a punishment for you. They don’t always end in rewards, you know.” He grinned. “Thirdly, and most importantly, it’ll make tomorrow even more interesting!” His eyes glittered, and I forgot to feel angry about being left with an ache of dissatisfaction.
“Why? What’s happening tomorrow?”
“Wait and see.” He turned away from me. “Now, go and have a shower, Toni. I expect you downstairs in the lounge in thirty minutes. We’re going for a picnic.” And with that, he left through the adjoining door to his bedroom, tucking his clothing in and not looking back.