“Palms to your thighs.” I continue to stroke myself while she watches.
One hand raises, fingers going to one of her nipples.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself? Hands to your legs. Eyes on me.” I grab a wooden spoon from the container on the counter. Hazel disobeys again, moving to touch her belly. I wrap a fist around her bun, jerking her head back. “Move again without permission and I’ll take this spoon to your ass.”
I stroke myself, daring her to move so I can dole out her punishment.
Chapter Eighteen
Down on my knees I shiver in anticipation for what my man will do. I don’t normally like a man telling me what to do but with Beni it’s different. It always has been. He turns me on. Makes me want to do things I’d never dream of with anyone else. I love him in cont
rol.
“This is as much about your pleasure as it is mine. Establishing boundaries. Finding what makes you uncomfortable and what makes you squirm.” He caresses my jaw with the wooden spoon he threatened to spank me with. I know he won’t do anything I don’t want. He’d never hurt me. Not physically. Not emotionally if he can help it.
With him I know I’m safe to explore my darkest desires. Safe to press his buttons and find out what makes him tick. What will push him over the edge of the control he’s so fond of when it comes to sex and intimacy. I’m eager to discover all the ways to drive him crazy.
He stands in front of me, cock jutting out proud. One hand stroking his length. I lick my lips wanting to taste him. Wanting to wrap my lips around him and suck. Wanting to please him. But I don’t dare attempt it. I wonder which of us will break first. Will I beg or will he shove himself in my mouth without remorse? I’ve never wanted anything more than to be his good girl. The only one he thinks about.
Piercing me with his gaze he continues to tease me. He’s achingly beautiful to behold. Tan skin. Dark ink covering his chest and both arms in full sleeves. That thick rope chain around his neck calls to me. I want it to dip between my breasts and slap against me when he fucks me. To brand me with his cross.
His ab muscles tense as he continues to taunt me.
I lower my gaze, staring at my twitchy palms resting on my thighs, itching to touch him and myself.
“Told you. Eyes on mine” The wooden spoon slaps against my nipple. “I think you like to misbehave.” He repeats the motion this time striking my other breast.
My cheeks warm. The sensation spreads down my neck and across my chest to my stinging skin. The thrill of what he’ll do next is a rush I can easily become addicted to.
“That it? You like to be a bad girl and get punished?” He whips the spoon across both nipples. It stings yet the pain turns me on. The spoon drops to the floor, and he rubs the head of his cock over my lips. “Open,” he demands, pressing his dick against the part of my lips.
I open my mouth and he slides in slow and precise, thick and hot. One hand on his cock and the other grips my hair. “There’s a good girl. Now you can touch yourself while I fuck your mouth, but you don’t come until I say.”
Not coming will be a challenge. My pussy is already wet and pulsing. I’m practically dripping with need as I tweak my nipples, rubbing away the sting the spoon left me with.
Holy unleashes his dominance using me like his filthy little rag doll made for his pleasure. Fucking my mouth hard and fast, controlling the act by the grip he has on my hair. I can hardly focus on touching my clit as my mouth burns and stretches around him with each thrust nearly taking him to the back of my throat.
He stiffens on the verge of release and there has never been anything hotter than the way he is gazing down at me, satisfaction evident on his face. The veins in his neck, arms, and hands popping out. He starts to pump his hips again. That cross hanging around his neck beats against his chest hypnotizing me like a pendulum.
“I’m about to come, if you don’t finish, I’ll take care of you after,” he promises, pulling out to shoot his orgasm on my lips and onto my tits. I dip my finger in his hot and sticky mess to lick it off. Salty and a bit bitter but all him and all man.
He goes into the kitchen and returns with damp paper towels to clean up.
“Bend over the back of the couch,” his voice comes out all husky and sexy.
I do as he says, quivering with desire. Now he’s on his knees for me, tapping the backs of my legs for me to spread them while he jerks my undies to my ankles, kissing each one as he removes the black lace. His rough fingers massage their way up the backs of my legs to my ass. Even though I know what’s to come I’m not prepared when he gets right to it burying his face practically in my ass. His tongue punches in my sweet spot while he teases the rim of my asshole with his thumb. An unspoken promise that one day he’ll fuck me there too.
Holy devours my pussy like it’s his first meal after being starved for days on end, and I enjoy the ride. Arching my back, pushing my ass into his awaiting thumb, riding both it and his tongue, chasing my orgasm. My nipples tighten and my clit throbs. I can’t get enough. I need him inside me. I need him to fuck me. I cry out so close and yet so far away. I’m teetering on the edge, unable to grasp that beautiful release. It’s as if he knows and is holding back to drive me crazy.
“Fuck me,” I rasp. My plea only serves to make him suck my pussy harder and to tease my asshole with more force than before. “Oh god.” My legs tremble but he’s relentlessly working me harder and faster but it’s not enough. I want his big fat cock buried inside me. “Please,” I whisper the one word he’s been waiting for.
I feel him smile against my ass cheek as he wipes his mouth on me. His hands slide up my sides as he goes to his feet. His weight presses down on me, his cross hanging between us. The head of his cock presses between my cheeks threatening to claim my ass first but he corrects and rubs himself back and forth across my pussy lips, getting good and wet in my juices. I’m dizzy with need. Consumed with desire.
“Please,” I beg.
“So beautiful, my little Honey Bee.” Finally, he shoves in. “So tight and wet for me.”
My pussy greedily squeezes him, and I feel whole. Full. All the parts of me that have been missing for so long repaired. The puzzle pieces magically weaving back together my soul. Everything that dreams are made of comes alive with our bodies joined.