This time I concentrate on breathing. I’m still gagging at how deep he’s going, but I don’t mind this time. This is dirty and I love it. He’s holding onto the swing and pushing himself deeper into the back of my throat, pulling out occasionally to let me catch my breath. I’m drooling on myself and I don’t care. Fuck embarrassment and self-consciousness right now. This is what he wants. When he looks down at me, he looks 100% bad ass. Again, he thrusts into my mouth. After several pumps, he pulls out.
“Open your mouth, love,” he orders.
He strokes himself into my open mouth, watching me possessively as I drink up his warm come. When he’s done, I lick my lips, not wanting to waste any of it. He sinks to his knees and kisses me while I’m still upside down.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispers in my mouth.
“Whatever you want, Sir.”
***
No Safewords
Dylan
“So you like to cause pain. So what? If that’s what you want to do to me, then do it. You can do anything you want to me, Dylan. Anything. Because I love you; because you’re my Husband; my Sir; my Master; and because you own me completely.”
Damn. Her voice is smooth as butter and with her final words she licks her full lips and my sex drive shifts into full throttle. This woman has no idea what her words do to me or what she does to me. Or what I would do to keep her. I’ll never ever get used to her being in my head and knowing exactly what I want and need to hear. I can do anything I want to her, huh? It turns out I didn’t give Isa enough credit. She may regret saying that, but I look forward to the challenge.
I reach over and call for room service and order us some food. When I hang up I tell her, “You’ll need your energy for what I have planned for the rest of the night.”
Her eyes widen with anticipation and she watches my mouth intently.
“What do you have planned?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out. When the food arrives, I want you to answer the door naked,” I tell her. The anything starts now and I want to see her uncomfortable. Her head is lying in my lap and I’m still holding her.
“You have to be kid…” Isa starts in, but I immediately put my hand up to her mouth to shut her up.
“Do as you’re told.”
Her eyes narrow at me. Hell no, she doesn’t. “I mean it, Isa. I don’t want any of your attitude tonight so get that look off your face or I’ll make the rest of the night very uncomfortable for you.”
She immediately looks apologetic and tries to smile at me. “Yes, Sir, but do you really want me to answer the door naked?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. Now go wait by the door on your knees while I get things ready.”
Isa hesitates, but then she slowly gets up and starts walking towards the door. She stops, looks back at me as if waiting for me to change my mind. I hear that damned clicking of her tongue ring on her teeth and I narrow my eyes at her.
“What did I tell you about that?”
She immediately stops and then gets on her knees in front of the door. I walk over to the dining room table, clean it off from our previous activities and set out some things. It’s not long before room service arrives. I look over and Isa is slowly getting up and then stands at the door and starts twirling her hair between her fingers. She’s obviously nervous. I love it. I stand back and watch to see her reaction. Room service knocks again, but she still stands completely still, not answering the door.
“Isabel Young, answer the door.” I tell her loudly. She jumps and then looks back at me momentarily.
“But Dylan, please…”
I pick up the whip that I brought along and snap it loudly on the table and it startles her enough that she grabs the door knob. I snap the whip one more time and she responds appropriately by slowly opening the door.
I’m happy to see that it’s a man who brought the food up to us. I’m standing where he can’t see me, but I doubt even if he could he would look anywhere but at Isa. His eyes widen and he stutters something out. Isa is looking down at the floor and she’s maniacally twirling her hair between her fingers. The man flushes red, but his eyes move up and down Isa’s body and I feel blood rush to my cock and I harden. That’s right… look at her - she’s all mine. I can just imagine the color of Isa’s face right now; it’s probably something the shade of blood red.
The man nervously hands over the tray of food to Isa and she quickly grabs it, thanks him and slams the door. She brings the food over to the table and slams it down and gives me the most evil look ever. She’s beet red, just like I knew she would be, and her mouth opens to stay something, but I snap the whip down on the table again, effectively silencing her.