A sudden spanking pulls me back into the here and now, forcing my body to jolt up and down. “On your knees,” he growls.
I do what he says, crawling off his lap as if I’m some kind of pet. A real kitten, sitting right there between his firm, muscular legs while he stares down at me with content in his eyes.
That … and a hint of hunger sparkling in his pupils.
I could stare at those eyes all day long.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
I’ve only seen him a couple of times, and most of the time, he was an asshole. I can’t fall head over heels with someone like him. Can’t let this be more than a game. Even if it’s a fucking delicious sexual game at that.
And I do like where it’s going when he brings his fingers to his mouth and takes a lick.
“Hmm …”
My whole body electrifies at the sound of his hum and his approval of my taste.
My eyes follow his hand as it trails down his shirt, where I wish he’d pull open the buttons so I could have a peek at those rippling muscles. Instead, he brings it down to his pants … and the rock-hard dick underneath.
He unzips and pulls it out.
My mouth salivates at the sight of his length. Delicious and right in front of me, it’s ready for the taking.
I lean forward, my mouth opening to take him in, but he holds it steady with his hand and says, “Don’t be greedy.”
I pause and inch back. “But I want to—”
He silences me with a finger on his lips and a soft, “Shh,” adding, “It’s my turn now.”
As our eyes lock, he starts rubbing himself. From the base to the tip, and all the way back until he’s even stiffer and longer than before. And he keeps going even though I’m literally licking my lips at the anticipation of having him in my mouth.
But he never tells me to lick him or suck him off.
Instead, he gleefully watches my reaction as he continues to jerk himself off. Not even pre-cum rolling down his shaft stops him from doing what he does best, and I know he wants me to watch. He wants me to witness what he can do to me just by making me look.
Just by using the thing I want most—to touch him—and then not giving it to me.
Fuck him. And fuck me for wanting this so badly.
After a while, he gets up and kicks back the chair, then stands right in front of me. He never stops rubbing himself, never stops looking at me with that intent gaze. Like he thinks he owns the world … like he wants to own me.
“Open your mouth,” he growls. His cock looks so damn tasty I find it hard to keep my tongue inside.
“Tongue out.”
Well, I guess that makes it easier.
I sit up straight but leave my legs parted a bit so he can peek, and when he does, a spark of enthusiasm bolts through my veins again. The look in his eyes is intense. He’s completely focused on us. I’m finding it hard to look away even though I can see him jerk off from the corner of my eyes.
And boy, does it look good. I wish he would let me have a taste.
But that’s probably the exact reason he’s not giving it to me.
Because I want it so badly, and he’s not here to give me what I want.
This is solely for him. His pleasure. My punishment.
I was greedy when I came to his office, and this is the price I pay.
But even as I realize this, I still can’t bring myself to do anything but stay on my knees in front of him with my mouth wide open, ready to accept him.
“How badly do you want it?” he asks, his voice heady. “Show me.”
I lean in with mouth open even wider than before. “Give it to me.”
“Give you what?” he groans.
“Your cock.”
“No,” he growls, still furiously jerking himself off.
So that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. What else? I can only think of one other thing. “Give me your cum.”
“And what do we say?” he murmurs.
“Please?” I add.
A devilish smile forms on his lips. “Good Kitty …”
He lathers his pre-cum all over his length, his veins bulging out of his skin. I can’t stop staring, can’t stop salivating, can’t stop wanting to inch closer, but he won’t let me.
With his thumb, he tips up my chin as I hold out my tongue.
A guttural sound emanates from his throat. A spray of cum hits my tongue and the back of my throat, covering me. I try not to gag, but it’s hard when it keeps coming. Within seconds, his spunk has covered my entire face. He finishes it with a few swipes of his tip along my cheeks.