His eyes blazed, but he didn’t condemn me. Instead, his voice was silky when he said, “Get on your knees and clean me with your tongue.”
“Soap would do a better job,” I retorted, but my knees were already softening, melting me like butter to the ground at his feet.
He was already hard. The long, veined length of him pulsed in time with his heartbeat, hypnotizing me as I stared at it. It felt strange to find something so alien to me so utterly attractive, but I loved the thickness of him as I weighed him in my palm and the way his heavy balls were framed by his lean, strong thighs.
I tilted his erection down to my mouth and kept my eyes canted up to his when I licked the flat of my tongue over the crown of his shaft.
His eyes went black with arousal.
Something like a purr vibrated through my throat before I could swallow it back. There was something unbearable heady about having his most delicate organ in my hand, about bringing such a powerful man pleasure.
“Tell me what to do,” I asked, playing my fingers over his shaft, his pubic bone, and inner thighs.
His body tensed with surprise before relaxing. One of his hands slid into the back of my hair and fisted.
“Suck and lick the water from my cock as a guide. Trace the veins with your tongue, take me as far into your throat as you can and breathe through your nose so I can feel how tight and wet your mouth is around me. Essentially, treat my cock like your very own ice-cream cone.” His voice was husky again, and I knew that seeing me lap at the head of his cock like a kitten with cream was the reason for it.
I hummed with my lips pressed to him and then looked up at him to say, “If I make you come like this, I want to be allowed to write a letter to my family.”
The hand in my hair twisted painfully, and the pleasure previously saturating his features calcified. “Are you trying to top from the bottom again, topolina?”
His voice was a menacing hiss that pierced fear through me like a needle with thread.
I didn’t answer because it didn’t feel prudent.
“Let me rephrase that for you. If you make me come hard enough with your inexperience mouth, I won’t tie you down and take a cat-o’-nine-tails to your tender arse.”
I could feel my eyes like hot coals in my head as I glared up at him, but he was unperturbed by my animosity, and before I could protest, he jacked his hips forward to sink the tip of his dick past my parted lips.
Gone was the option to learn about his pleasure, to explore him the way a virgin might have the opportunity to study their lover. I’d lost that privilege and the glimpse of a man with some semblance of a tender soul due to my impudence, and now I was just a vessel for his cock.
A slave.
The degradation of being used like that burned in my bones and radiated heat through my entire body until I felt suffused with fire. Yet those flames were not made of shame. They coursed through my blood straight to the tips of my puckered breasts and the apex of my thighs where they raged like wildfires.
It turned me on. The sucking, wet noises I made around his hard flesh as he pumped into my throat, the way my jaw ached with the struggle to accommodate his girth, and the pain prickling over my scalp as he fisted my hair too tightly in both hands.
It was too much, everything too hot. The steamy air, the splatter of shower water and the man towering over me, using me ruthlessly for his own pleasure.
I felt lightheaded with desire and confusion.
How could I be enjoying this?
Before I could find the answer to that question, Alexander’s hands tightened in my hair, and his legs shook as he started to come. Unlike the first time, he pulled out of my throat so that the first blast of his briny cum landed on my tongue. I swallowed around him, then gasped as he pulled out farther, fisting his angry red shaft in a big hand. I was stunned and mesmerized as he pulled at his flesh almost violently, his cum flying out to land on my cheek, my neck, and my lust swollen breasts.
Painted in sin and steeped in shameful lust, I kneeled before my Master feeling as newborn and vulnerable as a kitten. So I was pliant when he reached down to haul me to my feet and then press me against the cold shower tiles. It was only when he stamped the full length of his body to my own and one of his hands went unerringly between my legs to cup my drenched sex that I stirred from the oblivion of my mind.