So did this little game she was playing about master and slave-girl. Given his past, Rill didn’t typically encourage sex play that might bring out what he considered to be the worst in him.
Her tongue teased his cock like a flicking hummingbird and then gave him a deep massage on his sweet spot. All thoughts about what was the “worst” in him were forgotten. He was just a man who had been exposed to the elemental feminine flame.
His fingers tightened in her golden hair.
“Suck it good and hard. Ahhh.” He grimaced when she immediately did what he asked. Her cheeks hollowed out as she inhaled him deeper. It felt like a damp, warm, gentle vacuum tugging at his cock. He instinctively twitched his hand on her head and she slid him farther into her mouth, then out an inch and down again.
It was sublime. His head fell back on the couch cushion for a few seconds, but he found he couldn’t stop looking at her. She continued to bounce her head up and down, midstaff on his cock, moving only an inch or so. He was stunned at the way she kept him in such a tight vacuum as she moved.
“I’m going to spank your ass pink for knowing how to suck cock the way you do,” he said as he watched her. “And then I’m going to thank you for it in ways you’ll never forget.”
He smiled when he saw her eyes widen. He pushed down on her head and she took another inch of his cock, her strong suction making him grimace in pleasure.
“Aw, Katie. You kill me,” he whispered, but he meant the opposite. He felt as if her dance, and her eyes, and her sweet mouth—everything about her—was bringing him back to the world of the living. He watched her through narrowed eyelids as she sucked him deeper and her head began to bob exuberantly over his lap. Her lips butted against his hand where he fisted the base of his cock. He was overwhelmed with a need to let her take him to paradise again like she had in the woods yesterday.
But his need to make her feel the same way overpowered even that blinding lust.
She made a sound of protest when he tugged on her hair and his cock popped out of her mouth. He resisted an urge to slip it back between her lips, to plunge into her mouth and throat until his entire body erupted in fire. Why did he feel this mixed urge to protect her, cherish her, and yet also to take everything she offered, use her for his pleasure . . . slake his monstrous lust in Katie’s supple, willing flesh?
“Stand up, Katie,” he whispered as he stroked his damp, steely cock, unsuccessfully trying to tame the animal in him. He smiled when he noticed the mulish expression on her full lips. “You said you would do whatever I pleased; isn’t that right?”
Her stubborn expression faded. Her golden eyebrows arched with peaked interest. He recalled he’d restrained her wrists behind her back and helped her to rise with his hands on her shoulders.
After he’d rolled on the condom, she gave him a secret smile.
“Now turn around,” Rill ordered. She complied. He slid a finger beneath the waistband of the tiny, sequined thong she wore. He felt her go still beneath his touch. He moved aside the ends of the knot he’d made on the veil. Her ass looked like a plump, ripe piece of sex fruit. “I’m not so sure it’s wise for a slave-girl to wear quite such indecent little thongs around.”
“I thought my costume would please you, Master,” he heard her say as he drew the golden thong down to her thighs. He grasped a firm buttock and molded it into his palm.
“Your ass pleases me,” he stated bluntly.
Her long hair swished around her hips when she glanced over her shoulder. He smiled at her briefly before he forced himself to look stern. “It pleases me so much I’m going to have to spank it.”
“Oh,” she said, the whites of her eyes showing. “Okay.”
His smile broke out again. Katie was too adorable to censor it.
“Bend over,” he instructed, his eyes glued to hers. She bent at the waist, her movements striking him as always as supple and fluid.
He more caressed than spanked her. He enjoyed the sensation of her firm flesh beneath his hand, whether he was swatting it or shaping a buttock in his palm. Her ass looked so succulent in the fire-lit room he leaned forward and bit tenderly. She moaned softly at his action, and Rill knew for a fact at that moment he wouldn’t be able to play this game much longer.
Her position was awkward, bending over with her hands tied behind her back, so he released the knot of the veil and pushed her thong down around her ankles.
“You can put your hands on your knees to support yourself. Spread your thighs. Bend over a little farther. No, farther, baby. Arch your back and send your tailbone up in the air. Let me see your pussy.”
When she was positioned the way he wanted, he came down on his knees behind her. He parted her pink ass cheeks and gazed hungrily at her exposed treasures. Her cunt was glossy and flushed with arousal. The sight of the blood-swollen, tiny, erect bundle of flesh that slightly protruded from her labia and the puckered, closed bud of her asshole made his cock pop in the air. His need for her was sharp and nearly untenable, but the anticipation was sweet . . . so sweet.
He leaned down and lowered his nose to within an inch of her pussy. Her unique scent filled his nostrils. He heard her soft cry of anticipation. He used his thumb and forefinger to slightly widen the m
oist slit. And with no further ado, he lowered his head and slid his tongue in deeply to taste her. It was like plunging into a tube of warmed sex honey.
He tongued her until her cries became increasingly desperate. He grasped her buttocks in his hand and pushed them back farther. His tongue slid between her labia and found her clit. He pressed with his lips and applied a firm suction while he stroked the nerve-packed flesh. She cried out in pleasure and jerked in his hands. Her hips dipped as she came, making it hard for him to continue his stimulations.
“Awww, baby,” he murmured regretfully when he heard the edge of anguish in her cry as he withdrew. He considered forcing her back into the position so that he could nurse her through her orgasm, but his cock plagued him with acute arousal. Eating Katie’s pussy did something to him on a chemical level.
It turned him into a madman.
He sat back on the couch and grasped her hips, pulling her toward him.