“Take it out,” he said through clenched teeth. “Now.”
I worked my hands up to the button of his pants and undid them, then slowly took his zipper down. He lifted his hips, allowing me to slide his pants and boxer briefs off. I sat back on my heels once I had him naked from the waist down.
“All this for me, Sir?”
He stroked himself. “Every fucking inch. Be a good girl and give it a kiss. Just lightly on the tip and then hold still.”
I licked my lips. I loved taking him orally. Loved everything about it. The way he felt. The way he tasted. The way he would moan, deep in his throat. Needless to say, I wasn’t thrilled about just giving him a little kiss.
With a sly smile I came up to my knees and bent my head. Very slowly I lowered myself and kissed him the way he asked, remaining in place after.
“Now hold your hair back with both hands and keep your mouth open.”
My heart pounded. It’d been nearly months since we’d had any sort of power play during the week. Maybe we should schedule more time.
“Now, Abigail. I don’t want your hair in the way of my view as I fuck that sassy mouth.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
I spread my knees wider for balance and, holding my hair behind my head, I opened my mouth, offering it for his use. I thought he’d thrust himself up and into my mouth, but he surprised me by grasping my hands and pushing my head down.
I had only enough time to relax my throat before he filled it with his cock.
“Fuck, yes.” He pulled my head up and brought it back down. “Fuck.”
He started a punishing rhythm, working my head and eventually his hips, powerfully, as he used my mouth for his pleasure. He wasn’t soft and he wasn’t gentle, somehow knowing, as he usually did, that I didn’t need his tenderness. I needed my Master. And I needed him to take control away from me.
My eyes started to water as he hit the back of my throat. But even so, my own arousal grew and I shifted my hips trying to find a small measure of relief. Surely there was something. The edge of the couch. Part of his leg. Something.
“Fuck.” He yanked out of my mouth. “Got to stop.”
I halfhea
rtedly got back into position on my knees. I really wanted to finish him off, to take him to the edge of his own control, and feel him lose himself in me. But, if he pulled back now, that could only mean he had more in store for us.
Which is why I didn’t understand when he pulled his clothes back on and tucked his still erect cock inside.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said. “Neither one of us is coming tonight.”
“What? What happened to your hoping I didn’t have plans? To wearing me out? To—”
He stopped me by putting a finger to my lips. “Stop right there or I’ll make good on my threat to beat your ass.”
I almost decided to say something. The small touch of dominance he’d given me wasn’t enough. Maybe goading him into a spanking would be worth it.
“You better wipe that thought out of your mind,” he said, as if reading my thoughts. “There are better ways to get what you want.”
I knelt patiently and waited for him to explain.
“I’m going to ask Linda to keep the kids overnight Friday.”
Linda was Nathaniel’s aunt. She and her husband had raised him after his parents died in a car accident when he was ten. I’d never met his uncle, he’d passed away several years before we met. He also had a cousin, Jackson, who was like a brother to him. In a strange twist of fate, Jackson had married my best friend, Felicia, the year before our own wedding.
“And,” he continued, “if you’re okay with it, I’ll call Simon and tell him we’re on for Saturday?”
“I think I’d like that,” I said. With the kids spending the night with Linda, Nathaniel and I could play a bit on Friday night, even before Simon came over with his girlfriend.
The smile on his face told me he knew how I’d answer. “I’ll call her in the morning and will let you know. If she agrees, once she picks the kids up on Friday, you are to prepare yourself and wait in the playroom for me to get home. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then on Saturday, Simon and his submissive will come over.” He pulled me to him and whispered coarsely in my ear. “After, I’ll make good on my threat to wear you out. You won’t be able to move for three days without remembering the wicked things I did to your body. You’ll lose count of the number of times and ways I fucked you.”
I whimpered and tried to rub my legs together, desperate to ease the longing that pulsed between them.
“Not going to happen, so you’d better stop. Or else Simon and his submissive will watch as you’re punished.” He put a hand on my knee and squeezed. “Now since you brought me to the edge, I think it’s only fair that I recuperate. Get on your hands and knees, presenting that needy pussy to me.”
I knew better than to argue. If I complained about not coming tonight, he might not let me come during the weekend, just to prove a point. I crawled back to the middle of the room to better position myself.
“Don’t look so put out,” he said with a smile.
“You’re evil, did you know that?” I asked, while moving into position.
His laughter sent chills of anticipation down my spine. “Oh, Abby, you’ve yet to see just how truly evil I can be.”