A Taste of Sir (Doms of Decadence 6)

“What? How are we going to have sex if you keep your clothes on?”

“We’re not.”

“Not what?”

“Not

having sex tonight.”

“Then what are we doing?” The confusion on her face was clear and a little cute. He held back his smile though as he drew her further up the couch so he could kneel between her spread legs. Damn, he couldn’t wait to taste her.

“I’m going to bring you to a screaming orgasm then tuck you in bed for the night. I’ll call you in the morning to check on you then I’m taking you out for brunch.”

“But what about you? Don’t you want . . . I mean aren’t you . . .” She looked upset, and he reached up for one of her hands, bringing it down to his crotch.

“Feel that?”

“Y-yes.” Her eyes grew even wider. “But then why don’t you want to have sex tonight?”

“Because when I take you I want you so hot for me you’re begging.”

He leaned down and took a lick of her, savoring the salty-sweet taste. Just as delicious as he’d thought she would be. He took a long lick from the bottom of her slit to the top, stopping to suck her clit into his mouth. He pressed one finger inside her. Damn, she was tight. She was going to feel like fucking heaven around his cock. He groaned as his balls tightened. He’d be lucky if he could walk straight after this. It was going to be a long car ride home until he could give himself some relief. He drew his finger in and out of her passage as he suckled her clit, then flicked it firmly. Her hips rose slightly, and he slid his finger from her, wet with her honey, then slipped it between her ass cheeks, pressing it against her tight hole.

She gasped, tightening up. “Oh, God.”

“Anyone ever taken you here, Lacey?”

She stared down at him then shook her head. “No.”

He smacked his hand down lightly on her clit, and she jumped, moaning.

“No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“You’re forgiven, sweetheart. And I’m glad to hear I’m going to be your first. I’m going to possess you, Lacey. All of you. There will be nothing off-limits. I’ll know everything about you. What your favorite food is, what puts you in a bad mood or a good one.”

“You can’t own another person.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I will own you. You will be mine.” Damn, he felt possessive. More possessive than he’d ever felt in his life. He returned to her pussy, licking, sucking, and playing with her. He slipped his finger slightly into her asshole, listening as her moans of pleasure deepened. What would it feel like to have his cock here, pressing into her ass while he pushed a vibrator deep into her pussy?

It was going to be fun shopping for toys for her. She’d probably never experimented with anything more adventurous than a vibrator. He was going to show her a whole world of pleasure she’d never experienced before.

Her thighs trembled around his face, and her moans grew louder. “You may come whenever you like, beautiful girl.”

He drove his tongue deep inside her, right as she came, her pussy pulsing around him. He drew his tongue out, lightly flicking her clit as she continued to come. When she slumped back against the sofa, he gently kissed her clit before pulling back to stare down at her for a moment. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks red. He didn’t like the dark marks beneath her eyes. She needed more sleep than she was getting, and it was late. Standing, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom.

She opened her eyes, a smile crossing her lips. “That was amazing.”

He grinned as he placed her on the end of the bed then pulled back the covers. She just sat there, staring at him. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

“Glad I could be the first.” And the last if he had anything to say about it. Slow and easy. She’d already come so far, the last thing he wanted was to scare her off now.

It wasn’t a simple thing for him. He found himself wanting to bulldoze his way into her life. To simply command her to be his. To demand it. But while that might work with some women, it wouldn’t work with Lacey. She still had walls in place. And brute force wasn’t going to tear them down.

Luckily for him, there was more than one way for him to get through.

“Do you wear something to bed?” he asked.

“Under the pillow,” she replied, with a small smile on her face.