by Tomas, G. L.
Benny’s fingers gently tugged my member as she took it in both hands and kissed the head. A drip of pre-cum ran down the frenulum, coating the shaft with a milky line of semen. In the past, I would have pulled Benny close enough to smear her lips and face, just to mark her in any way I could. But Benny must have been missing this dominance as much as I missed her submission because like a good girl, she brought my cock to her mouth, spread the liquid along her lips and proceeded to lick it off.
It had likely been years, but Benny never missed a beat. Dare I say, despite how close I’d been to happiness, I’d never quite gotten as close enough to it with other flings. Even my last relationship left an emptiness I hadn’t known how to fill. Benny was everything I had been missing in my life, ten times over. She knew what I wanted past a basic level, and eight years hadn’t seemed to tamper with that.
Tired of waiting, I took hold of both sides of her face, slid my length into her mouth and began to lightly thrust. I wanted to savor it, not tire her mouth and tongue out faster than I could experience disappearing in her warmth. She looked up at me with hungry eyes as it prompted me to thrust faster to make her work a little more. “Does that slutty mouth like the taste of her Sir?” She blinked her eyes once for yes, another form of the non-verbal communication we’d established when her mouth was unable to speak a safe word.
“That’s a good little slut. Make my cock wet, so when I slide inside of you, I feel the remnants of your mouth and your pussy at the same time.” Those words of encouragement seemed to press Benny to take me further inside, deeper in her mouth than I’d planned to go. When she tried to stick it further down her throat, she choked up saliva, letting go the deep breath she’d held onto trying to accommodate my cock.
If only she knew how sexy her mouth and chin looked as saliva trickled down her face. I reached down to bring my mouth to hers, messy lips, dripping face, and all. The moisture made the texture of her lips feel softer, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I’d gone so long without this, without her, in my life.
How had she been the last woman I’d ever been vulnerable to or felt such vulnerability from? I tried to fill her absence with work, money, other women, but neither had made me feel so alive. “Stand on your feet. Let your skirt fall to the floor and pull your panties to one side,” I instructed as she was quick to follow suit.
She stood, busying her hands at the waist of her long skirt. It was only seconds, played out in slow motion as beautiful, smooth legs peeked out of red cloth. Sable, nearly iridescent, skin was on display as the skirt hit the floor. As Benny pulled her panties to one side, my mouth watered at the revelation of her dripping sex waiting for me to suck it dry and make it pulse with pleasure.
I bent to my knees—something I’d only do for a woman granting me her submission—taking in her scent, as I blew a cool breath across her bare skin. I could see the walls of her sex clench, as I slapped the outside of her cunt, watching her jump in anticipation. “Does this slutty pussy deserve to be eaten?”
Benny bit her lip. “No, Sir.” As she admitted while she had been without a lover for some time, she hadn’t stopped touching it in my absence. I kissed the hood, spread her lips to reveal her clit, and kissed it.
“Good,” I whispered. It only took one more kiss to part her lips as I ran my entire tongue between them until it reached her clit. A light swear escaped her lips, but since it had been so long, I hadn’t thought to punish her harsh language. I longed for it; lived for the ways I made her lose all decorum. Easing her thighs apart, I placed one on my shoulder. Her free hand reached behind my head to ease me closer to her sex. This wasn’t her moment; it was mine. Don’t get me wrong; I wanted her to cum, but she was getting too comfortable. It was time she knew her place.
Grabbing both her wrists, I held them behind her back so she couldn’t direct me. Her panties obeyed, displaying her mounds of sensual sweetness, as I brought my mouth to her glistening clit.
Her moan melted my resolve, bringing me back to our first encounter, and wondering if her beautiful voice sounded as good in bed as it did when she spoke. I’d been in such awe of her, there wasn’t a single thing she’d done that didn’t impress me. I’d wanted her body, her heart, her soul, and most of all her submission. Who would have thought years later, I’d be reminded of that magnificent feeling?
My mouth sloshed, licked, and sucked Benny’s pussy, her lips, her clit, and everything in between. The scent of her lovely folds tasted like the nectar of the gods as they molded to the texture of my tongue. I hadn’t given her permission to cum, but she was going to explode her womanly juices all over me, whether I granted her permission or not.
With her bent knee resting against my shoulder, it trembled and flexed, matching every moan that left her mouth. My tongue followed a rhythm so deliberate, it wasn’t long before her pussy tightened and contracted all over my mouth. Her clit hummed and vibrated against my lips, and trust me when I say I felt Every. Single. One.
I hadn’t even given her the adequate time to recover before I sucked her clit dry, as her attempts to close her legs and stop the intensity just made me want to make her suffer more. Benny had always been a bratty submissive; her mischievous nature brought something out of me that felt so pure, so real, that the Dominant in me relished in the moments I’d get to punish her to show her how mine she was.
Her pussy had had enough, despite the fact I could have gone on for hours. Once I had my fill making her weak for me, I stood to my full height and pressed my mouth against her, still slick and creamy from her juices, so she could taste herself all over me and know the reason I could be between her legs forever.
“Did I give you the authority to cum, you little slut?” My hand had found itself firmly gripped around her neck. I tilted her face up just enough to where she was forced to look into my eyes when she answered me.
“No, Sir.”
I pressed my mouth against hers again, parting my lips as I massaged my tongue against her teeth. The body underneath her blouse was calling to me, begging for me to strip her bare both figuratively and literally, as I ripped it open to reveal ample naked breasts. I bent down low enough where my lips and her nipple could meet while maintaining eye contact.
“I fucking spoiled you. Now you just cum when you want. We’ll have to do something about that.” I took turns kneading and kissing each breast. The sensation was more for me than anything else. I hadn’t had her breasts between my lips in nearly eight years. I didn’t know how I had lasted this long without them.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Benny said, biting her lip, trying her damnedest not to show how good my mouth felt to her. “I just wanted to cum. It’s been so long since I have. Everything you do makes me so wet and so weak.”
I pushed her forward against the couch. Forcing her back to the right angle, where it arches just the way her ass was in the air and her pussy was open to me, I rubbed two fingers between her legs and caught just enough of her nectar to rub against my harder than steel cock. She wasn’t going to learn her lesson unless I made her learn it. You don’t get to cum on my watch, without me giving you the word, without adequate punishment.
“Since you came like a slut, how about I fuck you like a slut?” As I thrust myself into her as hard as my hips would allow and spread her thighs wider so I could see my dick lose inches inside her pussy. Squeals and screams in succession to one another matched each of my calculated thrusts.
The remains of her last orgasm coated my cock, as I pulled my length outside of her, spread it around her anus and lips, before shoving my throbbing member back inside at a rougher pace. “Are you a little slut?” I asked between thrusts.
“No, Sir.” She answered back in a pained moan.
“Then what are you?”
“I’m your little fucking slut,” She squealed, as I lost all control and fucked her harder. I’d forgotten how tight her little hole could be, as my thick length stretched her and accommodated to me. The combination of her dripping wetne
ss and slick resistance made everything about right now go numb. My cock was ready. It was seconds from reaching the point of no return.
“Your tight pussy is going to make me cum so fucking hard inside of you. Tell me you want my warm, dripping cum deep inside your tight pussy.”
“I want your warm dripping wet cum deep inside my tight pussy, Sir.” She screamed.
“Tell me how much you want me.”
“I want you so much, Sir.”
“Tell me you still fucking love me.” As I pulled her hair, breathing hard against each thrust, to the point I could barely breathe.
“I still love you, Sir. So fucking much.” With that, my body finally let go of its tension. The problems of yesterday, the fear of tomorrow, and the confusion of right now, all gone with three final pumps of passion, ripping my body apart. My dick throbbed inside of Benny, gushing, out in streams of white cream. I reached over and grabbed her face. She met me to kiss me deeply and loving and it was the first time I’d felt right about anything in the last few years.
I was so busy trying to ruin her while she was too busy ruining me.
16
Benny
The sweet feel of Olli’s soft lips pressed against my shoulders caused me to wake up in a fit of shivers. As I opened my eyes, it gave me comfort to see Olli’s pale fingers travel up and down my deeply toned, naked skin, even more so when he angled my face toward his to give me the gentlest morning kiss. With his hand softly gripping the delicate curve of my hip, I felt no reason necessary to get up from this heaven to spoil the moment. It was like I was in a dream all over again. When Olli and I first met, I wasn’t even sure he was capable of meeting all my needs, in both a boyfriend and a Dominant. Even now I was impressed with how far he’d come in becoming the person I needed; it wasn’t hard to see why I’d fallen for him in the first place. It had always been like a fantasy, a dream come true when Olli had come into my life. Now he was making good on his early promise to me that I would always be his.
“Good morning, Mi amor.” He laid another kiss along my neck, making me whither in pleasure with how good it felt.
“I miss it when you speak Spanish.” He continued worshipping my body like the goddess he always made me feel.
“It’s not like you ever wanted to fully learn it,” I accused. Before he’d met me, he was heavily into his online, tailored lessons but the moment I’d come into his life, there went his desire to fully conquer the language. “I always had you to translate when someone didn’t speak English. Besides, I like it that sometimes I can’t understand you. You know foreign women have always been my fatal flaw,” he said with that coy smile of his. It was a smile I wasn’t sure even existed anymore in the archive of his sexiest expressions. It was a smile that only became unlocked when I misbehaved and he was raring up to give me some of his favorite forms of punishment that my submissive heart yearned for. Was I naive for thinking I was the only woman who could get him to smile like that?
Turning to face him, I basked in all of his Nordic beauty, from the way his jaw flexed when he liked what he saw to the darkening of his green eyes when that same want turned into the need to devour you whole. As much as I loved him looking at me like that, it was quite possibly the most intimidating thing I’ve yet to experience. How could you be attracted and yet so terrified of a man so handsome, was a situation I’d found myself only experiencing with him.
“Stop looking at me like that.” I playfully laughed as I covered my bare face. He climbed on top of me, gently prying my hands from over my eyes. Olli could be playful when he wanted to be and personally I’d found it equally sexy as him taking control.
“Looking at you like what?” he smirked, knowing damn well what he was doing right now. “The face you’re making.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” He made his voice sound more heavily accented than normal, a thing he did to tease me to pretend he didn’t understand something. Maybe because I’d found it so adorable, there were a lot of things I purposely let him get away with when he did that cute little thing he did. Of course, it was always when I begged him not to go all out on my birthday, or worse, when he’d beat me to our old apartment just to clear my time of therapeutic cleaning rituals so we’d have more time together. It was sweet but I really looked forward to that cleaning time, even if it did make things easier on our date nights.
“When you look at me as if you’re going to eat me alive,” I confessed and with that, his lips lowered down to my breasts as he alternated kissing them.
“You only have yourself to blame for that. If you stopped looking like breakfast,” he said with a kiss to my stomach, “then I wouldn’t have to eat you.” He smiled as he continued to explore my body further with his lips. When he got to my thighs, his long fingers traveled along the stretch marks on my legs, ones that had formed over the years due to unplanned weight gain. While I’d never felt that self-conscious about it, his taking the time to draw out my imperfections had made me feel like they were unwillingly on display.
“Stop tracing my stretch marks. It tickles.” There was this flood of tenderness I’d always experienced with him after a night of dirty, rough sex, reminding me that I was just as soft as I was strong. Maybe many submissives didn’t require that, but I did. I loved the way it reiterated my divine femininity. It was nice for someone to touch you gently like you might break, but I had to admit those light touches did tickle.
“I like them. They lead to my favorite parts of you.” His hand caressed the fleshiest part of my thighs, tracing the outline of my hips until finally, his mouth had found other ways to torture me. First with his kisses, which accounted for the reason I was soaking wet right now, and then with his tongue, the same tongue that managed to lick every area around my pussy, causing my clit to swell in anticipation at being ignored. Even when we had our vanilla intimacy, he was good at making me beg for it.
“Please Olli, I need you,” I panted, pushing my pelvis involuntarily closer to his mouth only to have him grip my hips and ground me to the bed. “What do you need from me?” His breath was warm against my wet, aching folds pleading for him to taste me. The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know about what he wanted from me and he wasn’t going to give in to my request until he got it. In a scene, I was often punished for asking anything of him I didn’t earn or deserve but when it was just the two of us, with no set rules, no protocol and no roles to play, he loved it when I talked dirty to him. Especially when I was clear on what I needed of him.
“I need you to lick my fucking pussy, baby.” At my declaration, I could see a light flicker in his sage infused eyes. Not wasting any time, he parted me open with his fingers now covered in my wetness and brought his mouth to my already pulsating clit. My toes instinctively curling as my legs tightened around his neck and shoulders at the way his tongue moved skillfully along the apex of my thighs. It damn near brought me to tears that I could hardly keep my eyes open to look at him. When I did and he saw that he finally had my attention, he went into his nasty mode, lifting up far enough for me to see his tongue licking up every fucking ounce of wetness my body had to offer.
He pulled back the hood to my clit, giving me a better view of just what magic his tongue was doing to me, never once taking his intense gaze off me. Before I realized it, I was riding his face begging him to make me come and when he changed up the rhythm from licking to sucking, I knew he had every intention of doing so.
“Are you going to come for me, little girl?” he asked and when he did, my body became a lifeless vessel transported to a field of euphoric bliss. An orgasm ripped through me in one large gust of energy that I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. He laid another kiss on it and managed to get in a short-lived tongue massage before I pushed his mouth away from my sensitive privates as he wiped away the excess moisture from his face before his large frame reached up to kiss me.
I anchored him close, feeling his hard erection at the base of my stomach. With the taste of
myself still fresh on his lips, I pulled him in another kiss, guiding his eager cock to my willing entry point, only to have him hook his arms around me and flip me over so that I was riding him. I loved being on top of him. Maybe even more than he loved me being in control of how his body felt. The faces he made as I expertly bounced up and down on his hardness was more than enough to bring me to orgasm a second time, but at this point, it didn’t even matter. I only longed for our closeness and how good it felt for his cock to assault my entrance at this angle. When he took hold of my hips and slammed into my core from underneath me, I couldn’t even hold back. As he came, I did too, in one simultaneous moment of weakness.
I leaned in and kissed him as my fingers raked through his silky smooth strands. The warmth of his arms and hands spread across my body like a blanket as he pulled me deeper into his embrace. He knew how to kiss me. How to hold me and of course he knew how to make love to me the way a body deserved. The fact that I lived without this man for all this time made it perfectly clear why it was so hard for me to move on from him. His role in my life was hard to top. For so long I’d used the excuse that no man was good enough to be a part of my life, as well as Olivia’s. The truth was, Olli had set the bar so high that I was never sure if any other man I’d been with had truly loved me. I was sure I’d never experience that type of affection as long as I lived, but I’d been wrong.
Olli had the power to make me remember what it was like to fall in love for the first time. I only wished I hadn’t brought all these complications in his life.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, advising me to lift up from him so he could peruse the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what he’d find in there but I let him up anyways, his hand making contact with my bottom in one hard smack. “You shouldn’t start things that make me want to misbehave,” I said, sprawling out to make myself more comfortable in the bed. The second he looked back at me, I was certain he was going to make his way back to pull me over his lap and throw in some more but all he did was lean down to press a light kiss to my lips, all sweet and gentle, just how I liked my morning sex kisses to be.