The Gentleman Mentor(18)

I’m not sure how to answer, because while there are things that make me nervous, a small voice inside me says that’s the entire point. I want to grow in confidence and in experience, and the only way to grow is to push myself outside my comfort zone.

I recall the quote taped to my fridge: Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

When he trails his hand down my lower back, I realize I haven’t responded yet. My ass is exposed in this position and he takes full advantage, brushing the pad of his thumb over my backside and stroking me there.

“Is this fair game?” he asks, his voice rough.

His warm finger in a forbidden place causes little fractures of heat to radiate down my spine, and butterflies take flight in my belly. Since I couldn’t form words right now if I wanted to, I merely nod.

“Hmm. Naughty thing,” he says under his breath. He pulls his hand away and lifts my chin, even though eye contact is impossible with the blindfold. But perhaps there’s something he needs to see in my expression, in my reactions to him.

“You need to choose a safe word. Something easy to remember. If I do something you don’t like, use it and I’ll stop. Understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper, the need growing inside me.

“So, what’ll it be?”

“I-I’m not sure. Any suggestions?” I ask.

“It needs to be something easy to remember when you’re getting your ass handed to you—literally.” I can hear the playful smirk in his voice.

The word is on my lips before I have time to process it. “Peach.”

“Perfect,” he says adoringly.

I hear a zipper being tugged down slowly. A faint trace of soap tickles my nose, along with masculine musk. All of my senses are finely tuned in to what’s happening just beyond my reach.

“I’m going to show you how to pleasure a man with your mouth, Brielle. Would you like that?”

The sound of skin rubbing together sends my mind spinning—I imagine he’s freed his cock and his hand is sliding up and down. His breathing grows harsh, and I can feel myself getting wet.

I told him at our first meeting that performing oral sex makes me uncomfortable, which is probably why he’s making that our first lesson. “Y-yes, please.” I don’t know who this woman on the floor begging to suck his cock is, but there’s complete honesty in my reactions to him. It seems his dominant nature brings out a side of me I didn’t know existed until this very moment.

“Open for me,” he says.

I open my mouth wide and wait.

“Wider, sweetheart.” I can hear a hint of dark humor in his voice.

I force my mouth even wider and feel the blunt head of him caress my lips. My tongue darts out instinctively to taste what he’s offering. A grunt pushes past his lips as my tongue swirls around the head of him.

Then he eases forward and fills my mouth. Every sense is heightened with my vision obstructed, and I soak up every detail I can. The vein that runs along the side of his length. The slightly salty taste at the tip of him, the heavy weight of his balls when my tongue ventures lower.

“Take it, sweetheart. Take me deep.”

I swallow him down, my throat closing around his massive girth, and he grunts. Pride surges through me.

Each time he glides over my lower lip, I’m reminded of where he bit me earlier. It’s swollen and sore, but in the best way possible.

“That’s it,” he says to encourage me, his voice impossibly tight. “A man wants to feel how into it you are. He wants to know you’re enjoying yourself too.”

I am into it, more than I’ve ever been. I think the difference is this dominant man and my need to please him. Unlacing my fingers, I grip his impressive length, stroking as I suck him.

His hands slide through my hair, and he gives a firm tug. The sting of pain is slight and dissipates quickly. “Hands behind your back.”

I pull back and instinctively lift my chin to gaze up at him, even though I can’t see him. “I want to touch you.”

“You are touching me. Your mouth feels incredible, pet.”

I soar at his compliment and place my hands behind me again so I can resume where I left off, my open mouth seeking him in the darkness. His hands on either side of my face guide me forward and his hips begin rocking, pushing his thick cock in and out of my mouth. I am a vessel for his pleasure, and nothing could please me more.

As the intoxicating scent of the burning candle fills the room, I’m consumed by him and by all the sensations. This big man looming over me, my mouth open so wide my jaw aches, and my pussy so wet and greedy, it clenches each time he thrusts forward.

“Stop.” His voice is raw, and he pulls his cock from my mouth with a wet sucking sound. Growling out a curse, he leaves me to wonder what I’ve done wrong. “You lied to me, Brielle.”