Oh God, the sight of her kneeling for me is just too much—such a willing sub. I reach out my hand to caress the side of her face, tracing her pretty lips with my thumb. "You have such a pretty mouth," I say. "I think it's time to fill it."
"Yes…" she hesitates, her lips parted "…sir."
Time stretches like the sweetest taffy as the word settles inside me. It shouldn't feel so good to have her address me with such respect, but it does. It feels better because I didn't need to instruct her. It feels better because her submission is all her.
"Good girl," I say, watching as some of the tightness in her shoulders releases. She likes the praise, and I like giving it. It's an awesome combination.
"Now, I'm going to get my cock out, and you're going to open these sweet lips and take it. You're going to swallow it so deep that it'll hit the back of your throat, and your eyes are going to water, but you'll breathe through it."
There's a tiny dip to her head that is all the permission I need. My cock has been aching ever since I wrote those words on a scrap of paper and placed it in a bowl. It's been aching at the thought of this moment, but I didn't do anything to relieve myself. I'm in control of my actions and my destiny. This is all for Kyla.
Reaching beneath the waistband of my sweats, I grab the thick bar of my cock, bringing it out like a weapon. Kyla's eyes fix on it, her bottom lips dropping down with what looks like shock. Or is it readiness to do as I've ordered?
I can imagine what it will feel like to have her mouth wrapped around me. Hot, wet, and tight. But there's another layer, an emotional one. That is what sends a skitter of sensation from the base of my spine upward. It's one of deep acceptance.
Women don't suck the cocks of men they don't respect. At least, not willingly.
They don't get on their knees for men they don't respect.
Everything about this situation tells me how Kyla feels about me.
The way I slowly push her hair behind her ears and caress her jaw should tell her how I feel about her. I might want to dominate her, I might even want to punish her, but that doesn't mean I don't have a deep and profound respect for her too.
When I run the tip of my cock across her bottom lip, she opens her mouth like the good girl she is. "That's it," I say, canting my hips to test the depth. She hollows her cheeks, and I want to grab for the counter to give me something to hold onto, but that wouldn't fit with my persona of control. I can stand here, my thighs and glutes tensed, my hand resting under Kyla's chin as I push further, touching the back of her throat.
A little moan reverberates around my cock, causing my hand to grip around her jaw. My knees are weak as the wet sounds of her mouth reverberate around the room. I slow my movement, exercising restraint. I would be so easy to come across her tongue. It would be so easy to let this burning need loose so my body can relax, but I'm not wasting it. Kyla's going to feel me come, and when she does, I'm going to fill her up and feel her sweet pussy milk me dry.
I draw my cock back, letting it snap up and slap against my belly.
Kyla's lips are wet with saliva, and her eyes are watery with tears but bright with excitement.
"Come with me," I order, tucking my cock back into my pants and striding toward the bedroom. Kyla gets up, and I hear the padding of her feet against the hardwood. The light in my room is muted, coming from a small lamp on my desk. I slump into the black leather armchair in the corner of the room and watch as Kyla looks around. I guess the décor is a mix of traditional bachelor style, with a sprinkling of tattoos and dusting of Viking. When I submitted a DNA test, I was hoping to find some Nordic DNA, and it turns out I'm twenty-three percent from Scandinavia. I guess that explains my bulky form, my crazy light eyes, and my blond hair that always looks better longer than it does short.
"Take off your clothes, Kyla," I say coldly. "Fold them neatly and place them on the desk."
She blinks, absorbing my words before her hands rise to her throat. She unbuttons the shirtdress slowly, taking her time to be precise and not to fumble. Her spine is straight, showing her strength even in submission. It's an intoxicating combination. The fabric parts slowly, revealing her soft skin illuminated by the warm, soft light of the room. My eyes follow as the delicate space between her breasts and her belly comes into view. She's wearing a gorgeous black lace bra and panty set that looks expensive and classy and fits with what this evening deserves.