A Lesson in Blackmail - Black Mountain Academy

“If ever I order you to undress me, this is how I prefer my things,” I tell her low, letting it hang in the air that this won’t be the only time we’ll be together.

“Yes, Mr. Black,” she replies, and I can see in her eyes she understands my insinuation. No hesitancy, no pause to think about it, to battle it in her mind. As if she wants there to be more between us as well. And another link in the tightly wound chain inside me loosens.

“Lie in the center of the bed on your back, little mouse.”

And she does, and since she follows my order so exquisitely, I’m able to enjoy the image she makes as she climbs gracefully onto her queen-sized bed, atop her perfectly made covers, and centers herself. Her back has barely hit the mattress before I’m there at the foot, my hands on her knees, spreading her legs apart, the only thing covering her the tiny swatch of blue lace barely wide enough to keep her slit hidden.

“Fuck, Evie. Even my fantasies couldn’t compare to the reality of you,” I murmur, and her face softens.

“Thank you,” she says, and an involuntary swallow lets me know her words are heavy with emotion.

Sliding my hands ever so slowly from her knees down the insides of her smooth thighs, I’m fascinated by the immediate goose bumps that lift along her skin, and I glance up to see her nipples are tight, looking almost painfully hard. Her body is so responsive to my barest touch, and it adds to that powerful feeling only she gives me. When my hands reach the middle of her thighs, my grip tightens, my fingers sinking into the softness there, and I spread her open even farther. It causes the lips of her pussy to spread past the tiny underwear, so they only keep just her very center covered. Making it all the more enticing to see what’s hidden beneath.

“I have another confession to make, little mouse,” I murmur, and I look up from that blue lace to find her breath coming out in quick pants of anticipation.

“Yes, Mr. Black?” she breathes.

“Because of the way I am, because of the control I’ve always needed but tried to keep hidden, there are things I’ve never done before. I told you how I’ve never allowed myself to get rough, worried I’d hurt someone. But there are also things I’ve never done, because I had no desire to. Finding it repulsive, too intimate to share with someone I cared nothing about.” My hands begin to travel the rest of the way down her wide-spread thighs, and they stop just in time to frame her pussy, my thumbs pointing toward the mattress and the rest of my fingers pressing into her mound.

“Th-that’s okay. That’s one of those hard limits I was t-talking about earlier. It’s fine for you to have th-those,” she stutters, still trying to be the perfect supportive submissive even as her arousal heightens with anticipation, my hands so close to the epicenter of her lust.

I shake my head slowly then lower my knees to the floor at the foot of her bed. “See, that’s the thing.” I move suddenly, grasping hold of her legs and yanking her toward me, so her ass rests on the edge of the mattress and her feet have nowhere to go but the tops of my shoulders. “In every one of my fantasies about you, Evelyn, the very first thing I ever wanted to do—” I hook my pointer finger in the lace over her pussy hole, my balls drawing tight at the feel of how soaked it is, for me, because of me, because of her desire… for me. And I pull the blue material to the side, finally revealing my fantasy come to life. “—is taste you,” I finish, and with that, I lower my head and take one long, languid swipe of my tongue up her slit, hearing her whimper when I get to her clit. She tastes like ecstasy, the citrusy scent of her skin mixing with the musk of her juices, and it takes everything in me not to come on her floor.

Although I’ve never eaten a girl out before, I’m not completely inept. I know what and exactly where the clit is and the power it yields. And I know how to kiss like a fucking Casanova. So without even second guessing myself, I let my instincts take over, pull back her little hood with my thumb, and bury my face between her legs, kissing, encircling, licking, sucking, and even nibbling at her clit when she cries out in pleasure, letting me know she likes that.

Suddenly, her hands are buried in my hair. Normally, hands would be promptly removed from anywhere near my head. But for once, I like it. In fact, I fucking love it. I love the way she’s tugging me tighter to her, her hips grinding her pussy against my mouth and chin, and when I look up her body, her tits are thrust upward, hiding her face from my position. But when I latch on to her hard little clit, sucking it into my mouth to hold it still so I can lick it with tight circles of my tongue, her back unbows and she lifts her head to look at me. Her eyebrows are furrowed, an almost panicked look on her face, but the pleasure I see in her eyes lets me know not to stop what I’m doing.