Fuck me seven ways to Sunday. Her word choice is perfect.
“That’s my come. The next time you suck my length into your mouth, a bunch of that white stuff is going to squirt into your throat, and you’re going to swallow it. You ready for that? It’s a big step. Once you do it, you can’t go back. You’ll crave it often, and I’ll expect you to drain it for me also.”
“Do you have to like, uh, empty it every day?”
“Yes, blossom. Several times. Usually I do it in the shower. It gets so hard when you’re around, and the only way to release the pressure is to empty the come. You’re old enough to do it yourself now.”
“I’m going to swallow it every day?”
“Yep. More than once. But sometimes you can take the come into your little pussy or even your bottom.”
Wide eyes again. She squirms on her knees. Her hands fly to her tits and squeeze them. That isn’t part of the role. It’s a visceral reaction to the picture I painted. Her tits ache. I’m sure they feel heavy swaying behind the mermaid nightie. I’d bet money her juices are running down the insides of her thighs.
My words are so filthy, and she’s thriving on them.
She licks her lips, totally unaware that she is now pinching her nipples.
I glance down. “Let go of your titties, Lucy. I’ve told you before you aren’t permitted to touch them.”
She gasps, releasing her grip. Her body sways back and forth.
I stroke her cheek again. “I know it will be hard for you, but it’s part of growing up. Having sex feels good, but you won’t be allowed to break the rules. There’s a reason girls crave cock. It will make your body feel so good every time you service me. It’s a natural reaction.
“After you’ve swallowed my come the first time, you won’t be able to forget. You’ll think about how it made you feel all the time, even in the middle of the night. Sometimes it will drive you crazy how badly you want more. It’s normal to want to please me like that. It’s also normal that your titties will swell and ache when you think about me. Your pussy will also pulse and throb and your juices will run down your legs. Your panties will be wet all the time now. But you mustn’t touch yourself without permission. You aren’t allowed to give in to that temptation. You’ll save your desires for when I need you to service me. When you take my come into your mouth or pussy or bottom, that’s when I’ll permit you to feel all the good feelings I’ve been slowly showing you the past few weeks. If you’re a good girl, sometimes I will let you come without taking my cock. But you will never do so without permission. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” She’s flushed now.
This is filthier than I ever could have imagined. And so sexy and so perfect and so natural between us. I’m the luckiest man on earth. “You ready to swallow my come, blossom?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nods rapidly.
“Go ahead.” I release her neck, hoping I can keep my hands off her this first time so she can set the pace and not feel pressured. For as filthy as my words are, I still would never insist she suck me when she doesn’t want to.
She lowers her face again, sucks me into her mouth, and clasps her hand around the base of my dick.
I’m in so much trouble. I may have been improvising during that speech, but if she’s going to suck me like this, I probably will ask her to do it every day. I’m going to need to up my game to keep up with her. She’s liable to be insatiable starting now.
So far, I’ve doled out an orgasm a day, sparingly. Teasing her. Tempting her in so many ways. After this, I’m thinking I’ll strap her to my desk top tomorrow and make her come over and over until she can’t breathe and has no intention of ever leaving me.
She sucks me deeper on the next slow pass, and then she hollows her cheeks and I’m done for. The second I’m in as far as she can take me, I come, just like I warned her, hot streams of my orgasm hitting the back of her throat.
She swallows me as if she were born knowing how to do so.
When I’m finally spent, blinking to focus, she lifts her gaze.
She’s smiling, knowing she did well.
“That was perfect, blossom,” I manage to say between breaths.
“Thank you, Sir. Now can we have sex?”
I will never get tired of this persona. The eager young girl who speaks out of turn and begs for things she should not have.
“As soon as I recover, little blossom.” I smile at her. My dick is already growing stiff. It’s not stupid. It knows it’s going to get more tonight.
Chapter 42
Lucy
Oh. My. God.
I know Master Roman is turning this into a dirty game, but I love it. Every second of it. Every filthy word makes me hotter. He made me want to put my mouth on his penis with his words.
And he was proud of me. He liked it. I mean he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t like it, I assume.
I’m sure he was exaggerating when he said he would want me to suck him several times a day, but after that heady experience, he might not be wrong. I already crave more. I thoroughly enjoyed the weird power I had over him for just a moment.
Master Roman is always in control. Of everything. Even me. He dictates nearly every aspect of my life. He’s even dictated what he expects from me sexually. I’m soaked. My lower lips are swollen. I have my knees spread open to help with the pressure, but I’m going to collapse soon. I’m surprised I didn’t come without permission the moment he moaned.
The control was intoxicating. He was mine. He didn’t even know what his hands were doing while I sucked him. All he knew was his release. Now I understand better the power he must feel over me when he makes me come. He just left his body the same way I do every time I orgasm.
I crave having him inside my sex now more than ever. I want to know the rest. I want to know the last piece I’m missing.
I shudder when I remember something else he said. He fully intends to put his penis in my bottom too. That makes me nervous. I hope he doesn’t do it today. I might have to tell him I don’t think I’m ready for that.
“What are you thinking about, blossom?”
I jerk my gaze to his, flushed.
He smiles. “Don’t even try to come up with a lie. I watched your face. It went from total bliss to nervous horror. Tell me.”
I bite my lip and then release it. “Uh, I was thinking about how you said that you would empty your penis in my, uh, private parts, which I really really want you to do,” I start, eagerly. “But you also said you would put it in my bottom. Did you mean that?” I squirm and not entirely what the role calls for.
He leans forward and kisses my nose. “Yes. You’ll learn to take my cock in every one of your holes, little blossom, but you don’t have to worry about that today. Or even this week. It will take a while to stretch out your tight little bottom before I can fit in there. We’ll work on it. Soon. Not today.”
I’m speechless. Truly speechless this time. Not from my little-girl role but from my grown-adult self. I’ve never considered anal sex. It seems taboo. I squirm at the idea.
I realize how ridiculous my thoughts are. Everything about this arrangement is taboo. Taking his erection into me doesn’t even make the short list. I shake away my concerns. He’s assured me he won’t do that tonight.
He leans back on the sofa and reaches for me. “Come here, blossom. Straddle my lap.”
I stand, leaning to one side before I grab his lap and scramble up onto him. It’s awkward, but I manage to tug my nightie over my hips and straddle him. My legs are pushed very wide in this position, and I gasp out loud.
Master Roman chuckles as his hands go to my bottom and then run up and down my back. He tugs me closer until his penis taps my belly. It’s already almost as big as it was before I swallowed his come.
I shiver. I can’t believe I just swallowed Master Roman’s come. In my mouth. It seems like such a naughty thing to do. I feel like a naughty little girl, but not the kind of naughty that will get my bottom spanked.<
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Master Roman continues to caress my back under my nightgown. It feels good. Soothing. But it’s hard for me to concentrate on anything except my swollen needy sex.
I’m embarrassed that my body always has obvious signs that tell my Master I’m horny. It’s humiliating that I can’t hide my desire for him. I know that he’s right that after tonight I will crave his touch more often and want his big penis inside me. He will tease me more than he already does about my hard nipples and my wet pussy. He can easily check how naughty I am by touching my panties. They are always wet. Does he know that?
I can’t know when Master is aroused like he knows. His only symptom would be his penis growing big. But he usually hides it under his desk. I’ve only been able to discern a tent in his pants a few times when I dared to look or when he didn’t hide his erection.
I purse my lips as I realize I’m going to drip my juices on Master Roman’s thighs.
He tucks his big hands under my bottom again and shifts me forward even closer. Now his penis is totally hard and rubbing against my little clit.
I moan when he lifts me a few inches and sets me back down, dragging his velvety skin over my sensitive nub. “Sir…” I’m desperate.
“Shh. Be my good girl now. Let me get you ready.”
I whimper. My hands are on his shoulders, but I can’t hold myself up.
He brings his palms around to my front and pushes my nightie up until he cups my breasts. He drives me crazy squeezing and pulling on them, pinching the tips over and over until I cry out.
“Such a good girl. I’m so proud of you, blossom.” He removes his hands and brings them to my face. “I’m going to teach you how I expect you to kiss me now, Lucy.”
I lick my lips. He has only kissed me a few times. Always a quick peck that leaves me wanting more.
He angles my head to one side and holds both my braids in one hand at the nape of my neck. “Open your mouth. I’ll guide you.”
I do as I’m told, my juices running out, dripping. I know I’m getting his thighs wet. I’m embarrassed again that he does that to me. I’m so naughty. Will he be disappointed in me that I’m so naughty?
His mouth descends until his soft lips are on mine. He starts slow, but then drags his tongue along my bottom lip. When he slides his tongue into my mouth, I touch mine against his. It’s so intimate. I feel like I’m going to faint. He deepens the kiss, pressing harder, angling slightly more to the side. His tongue dances with mine, teaching me, taking from me, draining me of brain cells.
I love how he kisses me. So much that I know this will be my new favorite. Every time I look at his mouth, I will think of him kissing me. I hope he does it often.
He doesn’t stop until I’m moaning into his mouth. My nipples are so sensitive from him tugging on them that they ache every time they touch my nightie. Every stroke of the fabric reminds me of my age. Has he left my nightie on so I won’t forget my role?
When he breaks free, I’m panting.
He smiles. “Did you like that?”
“So much, Sir.”
“Good. That’s how you’ll kiss me from now on.”
I nod. I want nothing less.
“Are you ready for more, little blossom?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m past ready for more.
“Hold my shoulders, Lucy.”
I grab them, and he sets his hands on my bottom, inching it forward until he’s prodding my opening. My wetness coats his fingers.
“My girl is very very naughty, isn’t she? So greedy. Her pussy is desperate to be filled.”
I’m red again. My muscles clench down there.
He teases my soaked, swollen folds with the tips of his fingers, and then without warning he thrusts one finger up into me.
I cry out.
He’s smiling at me. Not looking away. “That’s a good girl. Can you take more?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out.
He adds a second finger and thrusts the two in together. So much pressure. It’s so tight. And it feels like heaven. “Sir…” I moan. I’m going to come.
With his other hand, he strokes my swollen clit. “Come for me, blossom. Get the first one out of the way so I can really stretch this sweet cunt.” He thrusts deeper, so fast that my breath leaves my lungs as I come all over his fingers. Wetness runs out of my channel. He thrusts those fingers in and out of me while I pulse around them.
“Sweet sweet cherry blossom. You are angelic when you shatter on my fingers. This greedy little cunt is insatiable.”
He’s right. I’m mortified, but he’s telling the truth. His hands disappear, and I watch in horror as he sucks my juices from his fingers. Slowly. One at a time. While my channel tightens all over again at the erotic scene.
When he’s done, he reaches back around, drags one finger through my folds again, and then brings it to my mouth. “Taste yourself, blossom. Taste how sweet you are.”
I suck his finger into my mouth, tasting my come. It is sweeter than his come, that’s for sure. When he’s satisfied that I’ve cleaned his finger off, he reaches for my nightgown and pulls it up. “Lift your arms, little blossom.”
I hold them above my head, and he whisks my nightie off. Instead of tossing it aside, he hands it to me. “Hold on to it. Press the soft cotton against your face. It will help you remember who you are and soothe you while I work your pussy open farther.”
I grip it with one arm against my cheek like a child would a blankie. He’s right. It calms me. My mermaid nightie. Pink and sweet and young. A nightgown meant for a little girl. Me. My Master’s little blossom.
He taps my nose. “Good girl.”
I hug it tighter, tipping my head into the warm cotton.
He lifts me slowly off his lap and turns to lay me on my back on the sofa. The leather is cool against my heated skin as his gaze scans up and down my body. “Open your legs for me, Lucy. Pull your knee up to the couch cushion so I can see your pussy.”
I drag my leg up high and press my knee into the cushion. The other heel is resting on the edge of the sofa. I glance around. It’s bright in the room. I wish Master Roman would dim the lights. I feel so exposed. Even though he’s seen me naked lots of times, never like this.
His large hand lands on my thigh and presses to widen me more. As he spins to more fully face me, he uses his other fingers to tap my nipples each several times and then tease my still sensitive labia. “This little pussy is desperate to be filled, isn’t it, blossom?”
I nod, grateful for the nightie he’s given me to hug. I’m squeezing it tight now with both hands, rubbing my cheeks and lips against the cotton. It takes my mind off the bright lights and the way Master Roman is staring at my private parts.
He pulls me open with his fingers again, and then he flips his hand over so his palm is up and pushes three fingers into me.
I arch my back and moan. It’s tight, but it feels so good. So very good. His penis is thicker and longer than even those three fingers, but I know I can take it now. I want to. I want him to have sex with me so badly. “Sir…”
“You ready for my cock now?”
I nod. “Please…”
I watch as he reaches for his jeans on the floor, confused. And then I see the small square packet in his hand. A condom. He watches my face as he rolls it on. “We won’t use these for long. But until you’ve had a chance to see my medical report, I want you to be safe.”
His medical report? “Okay,” I murmur.
He climbs over me, his erection poised at my entrance. His hand goes to my cheek again. “You sure you’re ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” I force myself to sound far more certain than I am. I’m ready to have sex. Yes. Definitely. But I’m also concerned about how it’s going to hurt this first time.
“I know you’re scared. I’ll go slow. You tell me when you need me to stop. I promise it will only hurt for a moment, and then you’ll never regret it.”
“Okay, Sir.”
He lines himself up an
d slowly pushes into me. The stretch is more than I expected. I pull my knee up higher as if that might help him fit.
He holds my gaze, but his jaw is tight, and I know this is hard for him. I fist my nightie in my palm as he continues to enter me. It doesn’t seem possible. He’s not going to fit. I bite down on my lip, trying to be brave.
“Fuck it. Your expression is making me hate myself. I’m going to thrust all the way in and get it over with.” As soon as he warns me, he does just that, driving in all the way.
I gasp and then cry out at the sudden pain.
He grips my face and kisses me all over my cheeks and neck and shoulders and ears, distracting me from the pain.
“So sorry, little blossom,” he murmurs in my ear. “It’ll feel so much better in a minute.”
I don’t believe him. I have one hand on his hip, and I’m pushing him to get him off me. I can’t breathe.
“Shh,” he croons. “Stay still. Relax. Shhhh. You’re okay. I promise.”
I try to relax and take a breath. Gradually the pain dissipates. I’m fine. I’m okay. I lived. I don’t want to do this again, but I’m okay. If he would just get it over with.
Instead of pulling out, he pushes one hand between our bodies and finds my clit. His fingers work the tight little nub, rapidly flicking and pinching and circling it until I can’t think about anything else but his touch.
“That’s a good girl. Concentrate on my fingers. Let the pressure build.”
I’m consumed now. I need to come again. The muscles in my channel clamp down on Master Roman. I need him to move.
He keeps stroking my clit until I’m so close to orgasm.
When my mouth falls open, he jerks his hand away, pulls his penis part way out, and slams back in.
I scream. Ohgodohgodohgod. That felt so good.
He does it again, and I scream louder, gripping his biceps with both hands, my nightgown still draped over my shoulder between us.
He lowers his body so that my nipples brush against the slight hair on his chest. His expression is a combination of lust, satisfaction, and bliss. As soon as he thrusts into me again though, I can’t focus anymore. My eyes roll back as all the blood in my head rushes to my sex.
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