In a trance, I peel my panties down. Now I’m naked, there in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but the diamond choker. His eyes on me. Devouring.
His jaw is tense. He grips the whiskey glass.
I did this.
“Show me.” he growls. “Show me everything.”
I straighten my posture, my heart racing in my chest. Slowly, I turn for him, presenting every inch of my body for his inspection. My skin crackles with awareness. It’s like I can feel his gaze on my body, the slow molten path of his eyes spreading heat across every inch of me. I clench, already aching for him. When I finally face him again, the pure lust in his expression takes my breath away.
He wants me.
He needs me.
Caleb beckons, and I move immediately to him. My whole body is tingling, crying out for his touch. But it won’t be eased just yet, because with one brief order, he tells me exactly what he wants to happen know.
“Get on your knees. Hands behind your back.”
I feel a rush as I follow his instructions. The carpet is thick beneath my bare knees, and I move into position between his legs. “Time to finish what you started.”
He unzips his pants, and frees his cock for me, guiding it towards my mouth.
I lick his shaft, then open wide for him, and I’m rewarded with a groan as I take him deep between my lips.
Damn.
It’s like a drug, the desire coursing through me, hot in my veins. Driving me on as I lick and tease him, giddy with adrenaline. Caleb knots my hair in his hands, controlling my pace exactly the way he likes it. He tugs firmly on my hair, moving me how he wants, and I obey him without question, thrilled at his dominance.
The world contracts to just the feel of his cock in my mouth, pumping faster, velvet on steel. I’m so turned on, I can’t think straight. My nipples are stiff, aching. I’m wet, trembling, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
I look up, locking eyes with him, hoping I’m doing this right.
“Yes,” he hisses. “Just like that.”
There’s something animal, primitive in the way he’s looking at me that fills me with a new fire. I flick my tongue over the head of his cock, teasing, and Caleb lets out another ragged groan.
He grips my head tighter, thrusting into my mouth now, so deep he hits the back of my throat. I almost gag at the size of him, gasping for air, but it’s thrilling, too. To be overwhelmed like this.
Used as he sees fit.
I feel another shudder of lust. His breathing deepens. He’s close. I suck harder at his beautiful cock, trying to take the thick length deeper into my throat as his fingers tighten in my hair, almost painful.
But just pleasurable enough.
I feel his thighs tense underneath me, the telltale leap of his cock between my lips. I start to pull away, but his hand remains, heavy there on the back of my head.
“No,” he says, half an order, and half a desperate groan. “Take it all. Be a good girl, and swallow every last drop.”
Oh God.
I feel a damp rush of desire between my thighs at the command. It’s so dirty.
So raw.
So unbelievably hot.
I moan around his cock, taking him deeper still. His fingers grip me, hard, and then he erupts with an animal growl, unleashing a hot jet of cum down my throat.
I take it all, just the way he told me to.