“Pleasuring a man with her mouth?”
“Yes,” Rhapsody whispered.
His cock jerked, and already he could feel pre-cum coating the head of his erection.
“You have been thinking of this?”
“Yes.”
“And it is something you wish to do?”
A moment’s hesitation, and then, “Only if you wish for it, too, Master.”
Before the marquis could answer, they both felt the horses slowing down as the carriage came into a stop. A moment later, the coachman opened the door—-
Mihail simply looked at the other man.
“Right, milord,” the coachman said without hesitation and promptly shut the door closed.
Soon enough, the carriage was moving its again, horse hooves galloping off, and Rhapsody turned to the marquis in surprise. “How on earth…”
“He is a man, milady.” Also, the carriage smelled strongly of arousal, but such lessons were best left for another day. Right now, what he was most interested in his pet’s carnal thoughts…and making them come true.
Green eyes that glittered with lust narrowed at Rhapsody, and the scorching feel of it on her skin had her swallowing.
The marquis crooked a finger.
And she found herself slowly dropping to her knees as the skirts of her gown billowed around her and over the carriage’s carpeted floor.
“Do you think you can take my cock out?” Mihail asked thickly.
She nodded and reached slowly to unbutton his breeches. Once in a while her fingers would brush over the rigid bulge of her Master’s erection, and she would feel her own inner muscles contracting as his cock twitched and throbbed in response. Since the marquis wore modern drawers under his breeches, it was easy enough to pull the gartered fabric to the side and gently wrap her fingers around his manhood.
Although they had made love countless times since the marquis breached her maidenhead, she hadn’t yet had the confidence to touch him on his own. But now that she had her Master’s permission…
Mihail sucked his breath when his pet suddenly tightened her grip on his cock.
Hearing this, Rhapsody was immediately concerned, asking, “Does it hurt?”
Feeling her fingers starting to loosen, he immediately denied this. “No, milady.”
Her fingers stilled.
“A tight grip brings more pleasure,” he managed to explain and was instantly rewarded with the feel of her fingers once again locking around his cock.
“I can feel it throbbing,” Rhapsody whispered.
And of course, the words had his cock throbbing even more.
“Start moving your hand,” he gritted out.
Her hand moved up and down slowly and cautiously. “Like this?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
He let her stroke him for a while, and when he could bear it no longer, he reached for her hair, fisting it in his grip just before slowly pushing her head down. He heard her intake of breath, and the tinge of feminine fear only sharpened the edge of his arousal. Her lips parted willingly as the thick, slippery head of his cock entered her mouth.
Mother of Hell.
It was a deliciously tight fit, with her small mouth and his oversized cock, but still he surged forward, and the way she worked hard to keep her mouth wide open only fed his desire.
Rhapsody could feel tears welling up in her eyes as inch after inch went into her mouth. She was frightened, but at the same time helplessly excited. Her mind told her that his cock should fit, but her irrational side argued against this.
He! Was! Too! Big!
An indefinite stretch of eternity seemed to have passed before he was finally able to get his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. She started to gag the moment her Master moved, but he gripped her head tightly, not letting her pull back.
“Relax your throat.”
The marquis had gritted the command out in a harsh tone, but it worked somehow, and she could feel her fears subsiding along with her ebbing tension. If her Master believed that relaxing her throat would solve things, then it must be so, and Rhapsody struggled to do as told. The first few moments were a challenge, but eventually she felt her throat easing up, and when his cock started moving again, its thrusts were now smooth and unhampered.
She had done it, Rhapsody thought with satisfaction, and the knowledge of having done as her Mastered ordered pleased her so that her fingers tightened involuntarily around his cock. It had the marquis hissing, and the sound made her realize that this was yet another thing he enjoyed.
Very well then…
Blood rushed to Mihail’s head as her pet began stroking him, her fingers tight around his cock, and its movements matching the pace of her bobbing head. She appeared devotedly attuned to his needs and used his reactions to refine her skills. When her teeth scraped against his cock and she felt him jerk, or when he groaned as she was able to take another inch of his cock…all these little things that she realized he enjoyed, she would do so again and again…until she had him driven to the very edge.