His to Command

She had to stop the “Yes, Sir” that leaped to her tongue. She walked the few feet to the other chair, then turned and sat down.

“Open your legs so I can see you.”

She sat with her knees wide apart and quivered in need as he stared at her most intimate parts.

“Touch yourself. Give me a sexy show.”

She stroked one nipple with her fingertips while she slid her other hand to her soft folds. While her nipple throbbed between her pinching fingers, she stroked her slick flesh, then glided a finger inside her hot, wet opening.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr. Pearce. Very wet.”

She stroked over her clit and her insides clenched.

“Are you touching your clit now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She vibrated her fingers over it lightly, watching him as his big hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed.

“It feels so good, Sir.”

“Are you getting close?”

She vibrated faster. Pleasure rose within her.

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

“Keep stroking that sweet little clit.”

She stroked harder, feeling the pleasure build. It wouldn’t be long.

“But I don’t want you to come.”

Oh, damn. She arched against her hand, so close she could barely stop it.

“But I’m so close, Sir.”

“Stop.”

Damn it! She stopped touching herself, need burning through her like a branding iron.

“Come over here.”

She walked to him.

“Kneel in front of me and lick my cockhead.”

She knelt in front of him and gazed at his huge cock. She leaned forward and licked the tip, tasting the salty pre-come. He was rock hard for her.

“Hold it and suck it.”

She wrapped her hand around the thick, throbbing shaft and drew it to her lips, then swallowed him inside. His huge mushroom-shaped head filled her mouth. She sucked, and glided down, taking half of him, then she slid back again. Sucking harder, she glided down again, then back.

“Okay, stop.”

Slowly, she released him. He stood up, drawing her to her feet, too. Then he turned her around.