The Filthy One

Finally… he’s taking instead of only giving.

“Yes, Sir.”

Walking me to the giant bed, the colors matching the masculine feel of the bedroom—all earthy and somber—with one hand at the base of my spine guiding me where he wants me, he glides his pinky finger down the crack of my ass and whispers, “Soon,” like an omen.

I may talk a big game, but fucking my ass has never been on the table. Yet his warning feels more like a promise I don’t want to resist.

I tell myself that it’s my job.

I tell myself that it’s in the contract.

I tell myself that he’s just another client.

I lie to myself as the slickness between my pussy lips travels down my inner thighs.

Two fingers pinch my bottom lip, his grip tight, almost uncomfortable as he leans impossibly closer.

“This mouth,” his tongue sweeps across my lip then his mouth is on mine again. Demanding entrance, exuding control. “I never know whether I want to punish it or fuck it.”

I’m hoping for both.

Ignoring the errant thought that has no place in this work environment, I focus instead on the feel of his heated touch, the glide of his wet tongue. The pinch of his punishing fingers. The pain and the pleasure so intimately linked that I don’t know where one ends and the other begins.

Severing our link, he pushes me down onto the mattress and positions himself at the foot of the bed as I hang my head upside down as instructed. From this angle, he looks larger than life. Bigger than the universe itself.

He looks every bit the dangerous man I expect him to be.

“Unzip me.” I blink as my brain tries to visualize the mechanics while everything is upside down. Slowly, I reach over and do as he asks. More like orders, but I’ll let it slide if it means I get to finally see him naked.

I’m beginning to understand that teasing me is his favorite game as he pops open every single button, painstakingly slow. I’m not above begging, but I’m afraid if I say anything it’ll sound like an order and then he’ll just walk away since, apparently, his self-control is gargantuan.

Once he’s done, he throws his shirt to the side without a single care that it’s worth more than some people’s monthly incomes. All thoughts of clothing go out the window when ridges of his sculpted chest and abs come into view. Even in this position, I can see that he’s built like a Greek god and just as hard as their statues.

Tweaking my nipple, he reaches over me, rubbing his barely-covered crotch across my face as he grabs my thighs and folds my legs over so he’s using my shoe-clad feet as leverage. Fucking hell, I’ll be feeling those muscles in the morning.

“Pull my slacks down.” Taking in a deep breath, I inhale his unique spice with a touch of vanilla, letting it soothe me like a balm after a burn. I do as I’m told and when his cock pops out, it’s all I can see. All I can smell. Earthy and sweet like he was born from the freshly labored soil.

“Open up, Tesoro. Swallow me whole.” Opening my mouth—my tongue out and waiting—I breathe through my nose as he presses down on my ankles and slowly pushes his hips forward. Inch by delicious inch, I take him in until I feel the tip of his head nudging the back of my throat.

“That’s it, take it deep. Suck hard, Tesoro.” I’m eager to show him how much I want this, want him. But he takes me by surprise as he pushes all the way in and leans forward just enough to lick a hot path over my clit and between my swollen lips.

My gasp is silent but his moan tells me he felt it vibrating on his cock. Pulling all the way out, I take advantage of the moment to lick him up and around before he pushes back inside, this time with less elegance and more force. Once again, when he’s bent over me, his dick pushing into my throat without a single fuck to give, he tortures me with that talented tongue of his.

This time, he licks me twice and I groan against his hard length, and I swear to fuck he trembles at the feel of it.

“Fuck, Tesoro. Do that again.” I don’t need prompting, since he’s the one making me react every time he teases my sensitive and needy clit.

My moan is almost one of pain as he flicks my bundle of nerves then bites one of my lips before standing back up and fucking my mouth once, twice, and a third time, making me gag hard enough to make my eyes water.

His thumbs come to the corners of my eyes and wipe off my tears.

“Do you know what’s more beautiful than you sucking hard on my dick?”

I shake my head because this is not the time for riddles.

“Seeing you cry while you’re sucking hard on my dick. It’s poetic. Erotic. And it’s about to make me come.”

All hell breaks loose as he slams into my mouth once more and latches his mouth onto my clit until I fall completely apart. I’m gasping and choking with his dick buried in my throat, almost ready to tap out a safe word when my orgasm comes out of nowhere, hitting me straight at the bottom of my stomach and traveling through my bloodstream, making me silently scream around his cock.