Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 9)

He grinned. Then slapped it down again. “Sir, please.”

“You like that, little subbie?”

“It stings but then it also throbs. It . . . I . . . please, I need you.”

And he needed her. But there was more to do first. He turned away, dropped the crop on top of his bag for cleaning later and walked to the freezer to grab that cup of ice. He walked back with it behind his back where she couldn’t see it.

“Eyes closed,” he commanded as he got closer.

She closed her eyes, and he dropped down onto his knees. Damn, that was a pretty sight. Her bright red ass. Her swollen pussy. Her pink clit. He leaned in and took a long lick of her sweet juices.

“Delicious.”

She whimpered.

“What do you need, little subbie?”

“You,” she said simply. “Inside me.”

His dick throbbed, wanting to give her what she desired. Eventually.

“You look so hot. Maybe I should do what I can to cool you down.”

He picked up a piece of ice and placed it in his mouth then moved his mouth to her pussy once more. He ran his cold tongue along her slit then sucked on her clit. She screamed, arching up.

“Oh, God, that’s so cold.” She was panting, her whole body trembling. The ice soon melted and he took his time to explore her before pulling back and placing another piece in his mouth. Then he ran his tongue over her red ass, avoiding the ginger still poking out of her asshole.

“Connor! Sir! Please!”

She could hear herself begging. But she didn’t care. She needed him so badly, she was willing to do almost anything to get him inside her. Her ass still throbbed from the crop. And so did her clit. And then there was the stinging in her asshole. That goddamn piece of ginger. She wasn’t going to be eager to experience that again. She guessed that was the point.

Best she remember not to mention how fat her ass was again. Not that Connor seemed to be complaining.

He drew away from her ass and she heard another clinking noise. More of that damn ice. Then his cool tongue was at her clit again, driving her insane. God it wouldn’t take much for her to come. He’d kept her at the edge for what felt like h

ours earlier on. She wanted to come so badly she could taste it. He drew his tongue back and plunged it deep inside her.

She screamed, arching her back, clenching down on the plug which in turn sent a small spurt of oil into her rectum. Fuck, that burned. But it also felt so good. He fucked her with his tongue, driving her higher and higher. Then he reached up with his thumb and flicked her clit and she fell over the edge into heaven.

She wasn’t aware of much as she drifted in a state of bliss. She felt the ginger plug being pulled from her ass then a cool cloth washing her there. Oh, God, she should protest that, except it felt so good.

Then another cloth was pressed against her pussy, wiping her up. No one had ever cared for her before like this. Certainly not that dick, Martin. Her ankles were released then her arms. She groaned as her muscles protested. But Connor briskly rubbed them, massaging her firmly until she was a puddle of goo. Hell, that was all it took, it seemed, to make her relax, a spanking, figging, orgasm, and massage.

She soon found herself sitting on his lap, straddling him, her pussy pressed to his jean covered dick. She had to admit, she was almost getting used to being naked while he was fully dressed.

“You like having a naked girl straddling you?” she asked sleepily.

“You bet I do,” he told her, running his hand up and down her back.

She knew he had to be hurting, could feel his hardness pressed against her.

“Maybe you should get naked as well,” she suggested.

“Just rest for a minute, baby. You need a bit of aftercare.”

She sighed and nestled her face against his neck. “I love aftercare.”

“Do you? What else to do you love?”