The Company of Fiends (Tempting Monsters 2)

My mouth was still open, tongue extended to stroke his length just a breath away. His flavor was fresh, his scent filling my lungs, and I leaned forward, moaning at the pull of my hair where he gripped it. He grinned at me, but there was danger in the sharp bite of his teeth.

"You're misbehaving," he warned.

I whined, my lips shutting and swallowing his flavor, and I stopped straining against his grip.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I like your cock."

Hunter laughed and shook his head. "It likes you too. But this is training, little one. You have to be good for me. Show me how well you behave. Now, open your mouth."

I had to take a deep breath, stiffen my muscles, brace myself to not just suck him down. Something about being refused the right to suck cock made me suddenly desperate to do so. I opened my mouth and held my breath as Hunter slid forward in his seat, staring down at me as his cock nuzzled between my lips and settled on my tongue.

"Nothing more," he warned.

I considered nodding or mumbling my answer, just to be a brat, fairly certain Hunter might enjoy punishing me as much as he would rewarding me. Or perhaps not. I might have to coax him into spanking me someday, reassure him it wouldn't send me running.

A knife scratched lightly on a dish and Hunter's cock rested heavily on my tongue, his deep, fresh flavor slipping off his head and down my throat, my own arousal gathering between my thighs.

I swallowed slowly, waiting to be scolded, but Hunter's hand only pet over my head, a new rush of fluid pooling on my tongue.

"That's very good, little one, but you must eat," he said.

I pulled off his cock slowly, pausing as it twitched on my tongue, and gasped as he slipped free, his hand appearing in front of my lips with a cut of meat pinched between his fingers. I accepted the bite, surprised by how juicy it was, and licked Hunter's fingers clean, pleased when I didn't get in trouble.

This is easy, I thought. And not only easy, but strangely calming. My role was simple—to obey and please Hunter. My instructions were clear, even if I might've preferred the right to lap and pull at his cock with my hands, please him as a show of thanks.

"Another?" Hunter asked.

I glanced between his face and his cock. But I would have the cock all night. And the food was delicious.

"Yes, please, master," I said.

Hunter petted me as he fed me, my careful braid growing a little loose around my face. He ate his own bites of food between mine, and when I shook my head at the offer of more, he waited a moment before sliding slightly forward. My mouth opened eagerly, and his rich arousal mingled with the salt of the meat. I couldn't help my hum of pleasure.

Hunter huffed but didn't correct me, and it was a whole new battle with myself to keep from dragging my tongue up and down those lines of beads.

"The next course is arriving," Hunter said as footsteps approached.

"Course?!" I squawked, but the word was unintelligible with my mouth full, and Hunter bucked in my mouth, grunting briefly before sliding back in his seat and drawing free.

"Five in total," he said, smiling down at me as the butler served the dish over my head.

"Will I be one of the courses?" I asked hopefully, already aware of slick arousal now sliding against my inner thighs near my sex.

Hunter's laugh was rowdy and bright, and he leaned back in his chair, throat flexing as his head fell back, a feast for my gaze. I helped myself to a mouthful of him when he didn't answer. Apparently, I was in for a long evening.