Sunny was appalled at how quickly he could turn her from the keening mass of misery and pain that she had been a few minutes ago to the slut she was now, who would do anything to get him to please her, but her body apparently recognized him as her master and responded to him as such, with or without the consent of her consciousness, or her conscience.
Eventually, when he had her very near a fever pitch, he turned her onto her back and gave the other breast the very same treatment, while fondling its mate so that it didn’t feel abandoned.
Sunny swore she was a mere sigh away from coming. She had to fight herself, not to just let go and explode all over him, come what may.
She didn’t. She couldn’t. Her backside – even now – was throbbing and burning from his handiwork, but it didn’t provide anywhere near the distraction she needed, especially when he left her breast and began a lovingly sloppy, wet trail down the center of her stomach, licking her at some points and suckling at others, until he ended up where he intended to spend one entire weekend some time: between those lovely legs of hers.
Just the thought of his mouth on her nearly had her fainting, and he wasn’t even touching her right now as he adjusted himself and made himself comfortable for what he intended to be a very long stay. Then, that would depend on her.
“Sunny,” he whispered, his lips millimeters from hers, so close she could feel his warm, moist breath on her bare flesh.
“Sir?”
“Mmmmmmm. Have I told you lately how much I like you calling me that?”
“N-no, Sir.”
“Well, I do. It lets me know that you acknowledge me as your dom. And you do, don’t you?”
His tongue snaked out and licked one enticingly puffy lip, then the other, and she could barely wrangle her senses enough to answer him coherently. “Y-yes, Sir.”
“Say it.”
She reverted, instinctively, to what she’d told him yesterday - or was it this morning? “I’m Sunny McClure, and I belong to you, Sir.”
“Yes, you do. Don’t ever doubt it. That’s very, very good, Sunny.”
Her entire body flushed with pride of a kind she’d never known before this weekend, but she knew that – even in the real world – praise wasn’t something that was easily earned from Rod Salem.
“And so, because you’ve been so good this weekend, I’m going to love you with my mouth, Sunny.”
She contracted, just once, when he said it. Then he said the sexiest thing that any man had ever said to her: “And I want you to hear me when I say that I want you to relax and enjoy it. It’s not a race. You don’t have to rescue me from a fate worse than death.” He’d always been appalled by men who wouldn’t reciprocate oral pleasure for their women, or did it so grudgingly that the women stopped asking for it, which was their original intent. That kind of selfishness was a crime against female humanity. “You have my full permission to come any time you like, as many times as you like, because you never know when I’m going to allow you to do it again.”
And with that, she found the spot on her body she most wanted him to touch covered – not by his dry, scratchy finger, but by his lips as he very gently – almost too gently for the fever pitch he had driven her to – suckled her into his mouth to be warmly greeted by the thick, wide flat of his wet tongue, that settled and surrounded her tender bud and began to move against it lazily, as if he had all the time in the world, and he intended to use up most of it on this.
A few moments ago, she would have sworn that his doing that to her would have shot her over the moon and into the next galaxy. But she’d had to hold herself back for so long, that it wasn’t necessarily something where she could flip a switch and her body would recognize that it was okay for her to come.
So what she did was relax. Although it took a little while, she was greatly rewarded as he ate her up, introducing every inch of her, slowly, adoringly, from her gushing slit to that oft-forgotten area just above her clit, to his eager, talented lips and tongue.
“You taste like the stars look, Sunny. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he breathed, in one of the few times he actually lifted his face away from her. This was not a man like others, who was only doing this long enough to bring her off, and was going to expect on-demand blow jobs in compensation for his one annual – or semi-annual, mandatory foray down there. He was very thoroughly enjoying himself.
There was something she would liked him to do, though, that she was debating about asking him, and while she was doing so, he did it on his own, moving just a bit away from her and bringing two fingers to bear against her opening, pressing them inescapably into her, as far as they would go. He could feel how she had to stretch around them to accommodate them, and it nearly got him off right then and there.