“Unbutton and unzip my jeans.”
Her fingers went to the fly of his jeans and slowly undid the snap, then drew the zipper down, the sound loud in the eerie quiet of the room. He breathed deep, trying for control, and she waited for her next order, resting her hands on the tops of her thighs.
“I want you to suck my cock until I come.”
She nodded, her hands going for the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he stopped her, his hand gripping her silky soft shoulder.
“I’m not going to touch you.”
“What?” She gazed up at him, her fingers sliding beneath his underwear, touching his bare skin and…holy shit it felt so good.
“Your punishment is that this right now, is all about me. Not you. You get nothing.”
“It’ll please me to pleasure you,” she murmured, the tips of her fingers brushing his cock.
Ah Jesus, she would have to go and say something like that. But he couldn’t dwell on it too long because the next thing he knew she had his briefs yanked down and his cock out, her mouth wrapped around the head, her fingers curled around the base.
It felt amazing, all of that wet heat surrounding him, her lips plumped and taking him in. Her tongue licked, circled, lapped at him as if he was a treat and she was starved. He watched as he leaned against the edge of the board table. His hands dropped to the top of her head, his fingers threading through her hair, and he tightened his grip, tighter, tighter still until he saw her wince, felt it in the press of her lips on his cock.
“Does that hurt?”
She shook her head, drew him out of her mouth, her tongue lashing at the tip of his cock, sliding along the slit, gathering the pre-come that had just gathered there. Her eyes glittered when she stared up at him, her fingers clutching him tight before she dropped her hand, cupping his balls.
He wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept this up. “You want me to pull harder?”
She nodded, licked down the length of him, and he yanked her hair even tighter, knowing that it must’ve hurt like hell. Michaela didn’t seem to mind if the moan of pleasure she gave was any indication. She continued to lick, her tongue tracing the throbbing vein that ran the length of his cock, and he forced her to take him fully.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he gritted, shocking himself at his coarse directions. What was it about this woman that brought this dominant, possessive side out of him?
“Yeth,” she whispered just before he started to thrust in earnest. Deeper and deeper he went, until he bumped the back of her throat but she took all of him, her lips working, her mouth a magical thing. Closer and closer his orgasm came, the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the tightening of his balls, all of it indicating it was near.
She reached beneath his tight balls, her index finger stroking the sensitive skin there, and he pushed deep in her mouth, coming in long, wrenching spurts, sending his semen straight down her throat. He groaned, watched as she milked every last drop, the sexy little sounds of pleasure she made urging him on. So tired he wanted to collapse, he wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold her tight, stroke her hair and tell her how fucking great she was.
But he had a role to play and he knew she expected him to maintain it. He watched her as she slowly withdrew him from her mouth. Without his urging, she tucked him back into his underwear, zipped and snapped his jeans closed. She sat back on her haunches, waiting for his orders, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion for her.
She was perfection. If he was smart, he’d latch on to her and never let her go.
So why did that thought scare the hell out of him?
Chapter Six
Michaela sat before Austin on her knees, waiting for what he wanted her to do next. She’d given her all in that blowjob and he hadn’t even resisted when she touched him just behind his balls. Of course, he’d been with men—many men so he’d probably done things she didn’t even know existed.
Still, he’d enjoyed her touch, the way she sucked his cock and when he came she’d almost become overwhelmed.
His semen had been endless, and she’d drunk every drop. The salty, slightly sour liquid had slid down her throat. The throb of his cock, the way he growled he was going to fuck her mouth, all of it had made her so wet, so achy that one touch, just one touch and she would shatter.
Austin rubbed the top of her head, his touch tender, the complete opposite of the way he’d yanked her hair just moments ago. She’d begged for that, loving the pleasurable pain it brought her, and now he ran his fingers in her hair. Smoothing it away from her face, his fingers trailed down to stroke her cheek.
She glanced up to find him watching her and he offered her a hand, which she took. Hauling her up, she stood before him, unsure of what to do next.
Austin was in control of this scenario. And there was something so freeing in giving him this.
“That was amazing,” he murmured and her gaze lifted, meeting his. The sincerity she saw there warmed her, and she wanted to reach out and touch him but held herself back.
“Thank you,” she whispered and he chuckled.
“Come here so I can kiss you.”