“You feel good in me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m going to fuck you, Knox. I’ll ride you hard and fast until I come again.”
“Anything you want.” His seemed about to say something else, but he closed his mouth.
“Talk to me.”
“Can I touch you while you’re riding me?”
She leaned down and kissed him. “As much as you want. Anywhere you want.”
“Thank god.”
As soon as she pushed upright, Knox sat up too.
He kissed her neck while his right hand slid up her back. He ran the tips of his fingers up and down her spine from the dimples above her ass to the nape of her neck. His right hand cupped her breast, alternating between kneading the flesh and teasing her nipple with a combination of sweeping caresses and hard pinches.
Shiori rested her forearms on his shoulders as she propelled herself up and down on his thick, hard shaft. Squeezing her cunt muscles around the base, she started grinding her clit against his pubic hair on every glide back up.
Knox constantly moved his hands. Tormenting her breasts. Squeezing her ass. Dragging those wonderfully rough fingertips up and down her thighs. All the while his mouth focused on her neck, and her ears, and her shoulders. Sucking kisses. Biting kisses. Soft nibbles. The man worshipped her body with every caress, every kiss, every stuttered breath. And yet he gave her total control. He didn’t rock his hips or thrust up into her. He let her fuck him. That surrender made this connection all the more powerful.
And she fucked him hard, using the strength in her thigh muscles to lift and lower her body. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin from the exertion. But as much as she rolled her pelvis and clenched around his cock, it didn’t get her any closer to orgasm.
He sensed her frustration. He brought his hands up, curling them around her face and forcing her attention to him. “Let me get you there.”
“We’re not changing positions,” she warned.
He rubbed his lips over hers. “I’d never presume, Mistress. But if you lean back and grab on to my thighs, I’ll have more room to touch you how you need it.”
Shiori smashed her mouth to his, kissing him crazily, loving the tender way he held on to her face even as she bit and sucked at his mouth.
Then she leaned back, clamping her hand just above his knees. Her hair swung free, drifting over the tops of his thighs. She kept her pelvis aligned with his so her movement didn’t cause his cock to pop out.
Knox’s mouth followed the arch of her neck, down past her collarbone to her left breast. He sank his teeth into her nipple before he sucked away the sting with suctioning pulls. His right hand traveled down the side of her body to her hip and then slid over to her core. Her clit spasmed once as he began to stroke.
She whispered, “Faster,” and groaned when he achieved the perfect amount of friction.
The orgasm that seemed so elusive now teased her with being so close.
“I need . . .”
“What? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“Push your hips up when I push down.”
The first time he did it, she moaned. The second time he did it, she felt that goose-bump-inducing tingle. The third time she remained still while he fucked up into her hard.
That sent her tumbling over the edge. All the good parts of her body throbbed; the nipple he sucked on, her clit that he stroked, her pussy clenching around his cock. A gray haze filled her vision, and she lost herself to her release.
A tickling on her ear brought her back to reality. She groaned as Knox tugged on her earlobe.
“You are beyond sexy. Seeing you come . . . I could’ve come just from watching you.”
Shiori wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, pressing her thumbs beneath his jaw as she tilted his head and kissed him. A sweet coming down from an orgasm kiss. Then she rested her forehead to his. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted in a submissive but I’ve never had. Thank you. So it’s hard for me to tell you that you don’t get to come.”
“Fuck.”
“I appreciated your honesty in telling me you rubbed one out this week. But I specifically told you not to. Coming by your hand means you blew the chance to come inside me.”
She felt him grit his teeth. Felt him clench his ass cheeks together. Felt his breathing change.
But he didn’t utter a single word of protest.
After several long moments, he sighed and buried his face in her throat. “I’m sorry.”
“I know you are.” She smoothed her hand down the back of his neck. “Now you’re done with discipline or punishment or whatever we choose to call it.”