Not his lover. Just club property, she reminded herself, gripping her wrists to keep from throwing herself at this handsome, sexy man so casually fondling her.
Releasing her, he took a step back. In a businesslike voice, he said, “One of your functions as a pleasure sub is to provide sexual satisfaction upon the request of any Dominant who requires your services. Remember, this isn’t about your sexual gratification. It’s about obeying the desires and needs of the Masters and Mistresses who have invited you into their private paradise. That’s all you need to hold on to—that you serve at our pleasure. That service in and of itself should be enough for the true submissive.”
Something of her apprehension must have shown on her face, because he smiled, adding, “I know your orientation is solidly heterosexual. If that’s what’s worrying you, don’t stress overmuch about it. While we do have a few gay and bi Mistresses in our organization, they rarely invite subs they don’t already know well to scene with them.”
His smile fell away as he added, “But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. If called upon, you will submit with alacrity and grace, end of story. If it’s going to be a significant stumbling block, you might want to reconsider your status as a pleasure sub.”
“No,” she blurted. Catching herself, she added in a more respectful tone, “It’s not a problem, Sir. I want to be a pleasure sub, with all that entails.”
He smiled again. “Good girl.”
Taking a step back, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs. He was wearing black silk underwear that cupped what appeared to be a sizable package. Reaching into the waistband of his underwear, he pulled these down as well.
His cock, long, thick and fully erect, sprang free. In spite of herself, Jess drew in a sharp breath, taking an involuntary step back.
She forced her gaze back up to his face. He was regarding her with hooded eyes, his lips softly parted. “On your knees, sub girl,” he said in a low, sexy voice that made her legs wobble and her heart flutter. “Hands behind your back. Keep them there while you worship my cock and balls.” He glanced at his watch. “You have ten minutes to show me what you can do.”
Chapter 15
Cameron sighed with pleasure as the girl’s hot mouth closed over the head of his shaft. He looked down, watching as she licked in a teasing circle around the head, her tongue gliding over the slit.
He’d given her ten minutes. Now it was up to him to hold on that long. Fortunately, he’d masturbated just before coming to the club, for the very purpose of desensitizing himself, at least as much as that was possible with a beautiful young woman kneeling before him, his cock in her mouth.
She lowered her head slowly, her lips creating a pleasant suction as they moved toward the base of his shaft. She stopped short, however, taking him in only about two thirds of the way. It felt good and she clearly knew what she was doing, but he wanted to test her deep throat ability.
Placing a hand lightly on the back of her head, he pushed gently to indicate she should take it deeper. “Take it all the way into your throat and hold it there until I release you,” he directed.
She obeyed, though as her lips reached the base of his shaft, she gagged and pulled reflexively back. That wouldn’t do.
“Relax your throat muscles,” Cameron directed, actually glad of her misstep. It helped refocus him on his task, which was to test her skills. Any pleasure he might enjoy as a result was just a bonus.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said breathlessly, looking up at him with those luminous green eyes the color of a clear sea glass. She had an adorable spray of freckles over the bridge of her nose. “I didn’t mean to. I’m not used to—”
“Shh,” he said, lightly touching her lips with a fingertip to silence her protests. “You don’t need to make any excuses. You just have to do better. Now, I want you to take the length of the shaft slowly into the back of your throat, and then just hold it there. It’s okay if you gag at first, but the goal is to relax your muscles sufficiently so the gag reflex is desensitized. Remember, worshipping your Master’s cock is a submissive act, and submission entails letting go.”
Something softened in her expression at his words. She sighed softly and nodded, the simple gesture supremely submissive and deeply erotic. The Dom in Cameron responded, his cock hardening to steel. A sudden fantasy of holding her head with both hands and fucking her face until he shot his load down her throat leaped into his mind with such clarity that, for a second, he thought it was actually happening.