by Selena Kitt
Determined to do her best to make him hard, Tilly reached for his cock, aching to make him forget what she’d said. Her hand wrapped around the base, feeling the give in his flesh—he wasn’t hard yet, but she would get him there. Tilly slipped the head between her lips—he was a mouthful, even soft. She could taste the metallic tang of that ring on her tongue.
“No.” His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her back, and his cock slipped out of her mouth, a line of saliva stretching from her lip to the tip. “Focus. You’re rushing. Pay attention to what you’re doing.”
Tilly nodded, swallowing. “Yes sir.”
“You need to control your breathing.” The hand in her hair moved around to the side of her throat. Her breathing was fast, shallow, and the pressure of his palm made her realize it. He lifted her chin with one finger, closing her mouth in the process. “Breathe through your nose. And listen to my breath. Time your breath and your motions with my breath. Follow my rhythm. Not yours.”
“Yes sir.” She bit her lip, feeling it trembling. It wasn’t easy, knowing you were starting at zero. It was like being a college student walking back into an elementary school classroom, and suddenly realizing you’d forgotten everything you’d ever learned.
“Didn’t you play the flute?”
“Yes sir.” She flushed, pleased that he remembered.
“To play a piece of music, you couldn’t just breathe any time you wanted to, right? You had to time your breath, didn’t you?”
“Yes sir.”
She blinked at him in surprise. This was Beast—masculine, authoritative, controlling, certainly the stuff a dom was made of—speaking to her in metaphor. Beast, who usually did little more than grunt in response to questions, who was used to training straight lines of men how to use firearms. Of course, the type of firearms he was teaching her about today, you could safely put in your mouth.
“Good.” His hand slipped back behind her neck again. “Remember. You don’t own this cock. It owns you.”
Yes, she thought, squeezing her thighs together to help ease the ache. Yes, it does.
“Respect the cock, Tilly.” His fist in her hair, that gentle, firm tug. She shivered. “It’s not a toy. It’s not something to be played with. And you can’t tame it. Do you understand me?”
In any other context, she would have giggled. If there had been other people present, or even if he’d said these same words to her outside of this room, it would have made her blush and laugh at their silliness. But here—things were different. Everything he said seemed to burn through her, straight to her core, touching the deepest places of her, places she hadn’t even been aware of before she entered this room.
“Yes sir.” Her gaze dropped from his, finding herself face to face with his crotch.
“You’re on your knees here for a reason, Tills. You’re a supplicant. A devotee. You are an offering. You want something from this, and it isn’t just me.” He took his cock in his fist, reaching his fingers down to cup his balls, too, and seeing it in his hand made her dizzy with lust. “You’re here to commune, and we’re going to start with my cock. I’m going to teach you how to worship it.”
But Tilly was already there. Maybe the look in her eyes as she shifted her gaze to meet his convinced him—she hoped so. Maybe it made him forget how she’d said another man’s name. She hoped that was true, too. He was gentler this time, his voice soft but clear as he instructed her.
“Cup my balls in your hand.” He let himself go, his cock and balls swinging free.
She did as she was told, feeling his balls, fuzzy, heavy, full. The thought of all that cum just waiting to burst forth made her feel weak and dizzy with wanting him.
“Good.” His fingers stroked the back of her head. “Now wrap your hand around my cock.”
Oh God. So thick and hot. She had small hands and while her fingers met when she wrapped them around the base, it was just barely.
“It’s good to use your hands, to squeeze and tug, if you want to make a man hard. Later, I’ll teach you how to do it just with your mouth.” He flashed her a brief smile. “Cocks are very resilient. They won’t break. You can be pretty rough with them.”
Tilly noticed that Beast was already stiffening in her hand, even though she wasn’t really manipulating him in any way.
“The only exception is teeth.” The fingers of his other hand pulled her bottom lip down again and his gaze narrowed as he looked at her mouth. “No biting. Ever. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Begin.”
Gently, slowly, trying to say focused, to remember to control her breathing, she put his stiffening length in her mouth. Oh, that piercing—it was sweet, tangy, a sharp contrast to the velvet of his skin. She longed to ask him about it—but her mouth was full. She’d taken about a third of his shaft.
“No.” He fisted her hair again, pulling his cock from her mouth once more, making her cry out. She wanted to please him, to do everything right. “Slow, Tilly. The head first. There will be times I want you to swallow me whole, all at once…”
She whimpered at that, looking up at him, wanting just that. How had he known?
“But not now. Not yet,” he soothed. “Kiss the head. Use those pretty lips.”
Tilly pressed her lips to the head of his cock, brushing them over his piercing. His cock swelled in her hand when she did that. Encouraged, she breathed him in, feathering kisses all around the ridge. He smelled good, clean but musky. She closed her eyes, and for a moment she felt as if she were floating. She was doing exactly what he asked her to—communing. She knelt and kissed his cock like Catholics kiss the ring of the Pope.
She had never knelt in prayer, but she was kneeling now—and she was worshipping him. Kissing and rubbing her lips over the head of his cock, around and around, her mouth watered. She wanted to lick him, fully taste him, but she didn’t dare, not without his instruction, his permission.
“Good,” he praised, and it was like he’d read her mind. “Now use your tongue. Just lick it, Tilly. Don’t suck yet. That’s good. Mmm, very good.”
She liked hearing the change in his breath. Attuned to it, she licked a little faster, round and round, following the crown, teasing the ridge with the very tip of her tongue.
“One hand on the shaft, the other on my balls,” he instructed, nodding as she remembered she had hands as well as a mouth. She felt the weight of his sac again. So heavy. So much cum in there for her. She wanted it. “Up on your knees. Higher. As I get harder, you’ll have to rise to meet it…”
She did.
He told her to take him into her mouth, fully, to suck the head. Oh finally, finally. She felt, for a moment, like a baby suckling, waiting for the sweet flood of his milk. But he wasn’t anywhere near ready to give that to her. He slowed her again, urging her to take more the shaft, filling her mouth. And she’d only taken about half of him.
“Now, look at me.” Beast’s eyes were dark, his pupils dilated as he watched her, so she could barely see the irises. “Your eyes will tell me everything I need to know when my cock is in your mouth. Look at me as much as you can.”
She nodded in agreement, his cock sliding a little further down her throat, making her gag.
“Good girl.” He smiled, chuckled. “Every man likes to hear a woman gag on his cock. Even guys who, uh… aren’t quite as well-endowed as I am.”
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his boasting—and really, he was just telling the truth. She had enough proof of that pressing toward the back of her throat.
“I’ll teach you a trick.” He pulled her hair, slowly easing her head back further, stroking the front of her throat with his other hand. “Now you’ll have more room.”
Tilly couldn’t swallow, not with him in her mouth. Saliva dribbled out of the corners. It was embarrassing, but he had her right where he wanted her. His cock slipped further, deeper into her throat, and she had no choice but to breathe through her nose. Beast controlled her, teaching and
guiding her with every motion.
It went on a long, long time. Her mouth grew red, swollen—and so did her pussy. But she couldn’t touch herself—her hands were too busy with his cock and his balls. She had forgotten about trying to remember everything—controlling her breathing, focusing her eyes, using her hands, her mouth, her lips, her tongue. She had simply slipped into a state of being, looking up at him with stars in her eyes, seeing in him the center of her universe.
She knew she had to be so ugly—mouth dribbling precum and spit, the mascara she’d applied so carefully that morning streaking down her face as her eyes watered—but he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And she took his cock deeper and deeper, feeling a swooning kind joy at this sublime degradation.
“No.” He corrected her quickly when she slipped, got too lost, unfocused. He taught her how to be present, in the moment. “No teeth, Tilly.”
“Glmmph.”
“You don’t need to answer me when my cock’s in your mouth.” He snorted.
“Glm...”
“Don’t answer that.”
She was desperate for his cum. Not because she wanted it to end—really, she could have done it for hours, days, weeks—but because she wanted to feel him, taste him, wanted to give him the ultimate, the pinnacle of pleasurable experiences. She must have sucked him for a good half hour. Maybe more. She really lost track of time. His cock swelled to impossible proportions, and seemed ready to burst.
But he had fantastic control. He’d decided not to come yet, and so he wouldn’t, no matter how hard she tried. She was a quick learner, and with one hand on his shaft, she was able to direct his cock, coordinating it with her little mouth, creating a cheek-hollowing friction that actually made his hips jerk and air hiss through his teeth. But still, he denied her.
Clearly, there was more he intended to teach her today.
Now Beast wanted to teach her how to suck cock without the technical advantage of using her hands.
“This is a real challenge.” He stroked her hair, her cheek wet with saliva and watery black tears. But she wasn’t sad, not in the least, as she blinked up at him through prisms. “Are you ready, Tilly? Are you ready to make my cock your whole fucking world?”
“Yes sir.” Her voice was hoarse.
Beast instructed her, going over the technical details of how to suck a cock without her hands. He’d mentioned it being a challenge, but frankly, it sounded easier to her than coordinating hands and mouth and eyes and breath. Two more things she didn’t have to worry about, right? But she listened attentively to his mastery, squeezing and releasing the muscles of her thighs. It was the closest she could get to touching herself—and she desperately wanted to be touched.
“Hands behind your back,” he insisted, watching her capture the head of his cock between her swollen lips. He stood, hands on hips, his gaze never leaving her. It seemed he was both enjoying what she was doing, and critically assessing her at the same time.
He was right—of course he was. This was far more challenging. Without her hands to guide him, she had to pay much more attention to his movements, anticipating the thrust of his hips. She also had no buffer between her throat and his length, no hand to wrap around the base to keep him from thrusting all the way in. She had to take him, all of him, and she did, gagging, eyes watering, saliva overflowing, leaking from the corners of her stretched lips and dropping in fat, wet blobs on her clenched thighs.
And all of this made her wetter than she ever remembered being in her whole life.
The ache between her legs was unbearable, but she continued to suck him—his cock throbbed between her lips, salty velvet covered steel, and she moaned around its length, as if in pain. And she was. Miserable, drowning, finding it harder and harder to breathe through her nose, and so fucking turned on she could barely maintain her own balance.
Beast slid both hands behind her head, using her mouth as a little fuck hole, like he owned it, like it was made solely for his pleasure. Tilly tilted her eyes up to him, seeing the lust there, wondered what he was seeing, saw herself reflected in his expression. He wanted her. He thought she was beautiful—she could see it in his eyes, feel it in the grind of his hips when he reached the back of her throat—her submission, her surrender, shoulders back, hands clasped at the small of her back, inky face upturned, eyes pleading for release.
“You fucking beautiful little cock sucker,” he whispered hoarsely, confirming everything she saw as he deeply, fully fucked her mouth. She tasted his pre-cum, sticky hot, and she wanted more. Tilly could have worshipped his cock for the rest of her life, would have given up everything, food, shelter, basic human needs, what the hell did she need any of that for, when she had this man’s cock in her mouth?
Beast ceased to be a man in that moment. She didn’t see him as her stepbrother, or even the man she’d secretly loved since her senior year in high school, when things changed forever. He became a god, standing over her, leading, guiding, giving her everything she could have ever wanted, all the sustenance in the world, force-fed to her for her own good, her pussy weeping with joy between her legs at her sudden fortune.
Tilly forgot herself. She lost herself in him, in the moment, and the torment between her legs spread through her body like fireworks going off, her nerve endings so alive it hurt. She couldn’t stand it. It wasn’t the physical sensation that overwhelmed her, but the emotional one. She couldn’t bear the tension, the knowing, the humbling of her soul before this man. She was reduced to nothing, and with that, she became everything all at once. She was the smallest bit of fluff, and she expanded to become one with distant stars and galaxies.
It hurt so much, overwhelming pleasure and pain, that she had to turn away, distract herself, seek some sort of release Looking into the abyss would drive her mad if she did it one moment longer.
Tilly touched herself. The moment her fingers circled her clit, she sobbed in relief. She didn’t even think about it, she just began to rub herself, faster and faster as Beast used her open mouth, her jaw aching. He watched her, head tilted, slowing and then stopping altogether, both of them breathing hard as he withdrew, eyes narrowed.
“Stop,” Beast commanded. Clearly, he was displeased, but she couldn’t imagine why. He pushed Tilly’s head away from him, letting her go entirely. She nearly keeled over. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Uhh…” Tilly blinked, gasping for breath, not sure of anything at the moment, offering her explanation as a question, “Sucking your cock?”
“You’re touching yourself,” he said darkly.
Tilly gasped, withdrawing her hand and lifting it to her mouth, as if she’d inadvertently touched a hot stove and was trying to assuage the burn. It had happened without thinking at all.
“I’ll tell you when and if you can touch yourself. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir.” She murmured these words through the fingers pressed against her lips, knowing he must be so used to hearing that phrase—yes, sir. Not just as a dom, but in the Marines, too. She supposed she wasn’t surprised. The man commanded a sort of respect everywhere he went, in spite of his arrogance. Or maybe because of it. She quickly added, “I’m sorry.”
He gave a brief nod, watching as she slipped her hands behind her back once more, opening her mouth like a baby bird, head bobbing, seeking the heat of his cock. She swallowed it as best she could, taking him as deep as he wanted to go. His hand went behind her head again, teaching her with every motion. She let him lead her, but she paid close attention to his breath, keeping up with his rhythm, slowing when he slowed, speeding up when he gave her more.
She grew dizzy from sucking him, but she kept her eyes focused on his, struggling to breathe only through her nose as he fed her his cock. His piercing raked the roof of her mouth and tickled the back of her throat, slick with saliva and precum. Beast slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth and Tilly whimpered reaching her tongue out for it, still, flicking that silver
ring with her tongue. She was satisfied when she felt him shudder, a knowing, triumphant feeling overtaking her.
“Proud, are you?” A smile crept over his features. “If I were training you to be a slave, I’d have to wipe that little smile right off your face.”
She cocked her head, puzzled. Wasn’t he training her to be a slave? Or was there a difference between slave and submissive? The book had seemed to use the terms interchangeably. She wanted to ask, but before she could, his cock was in her mouth, and they were at it again. The man was superhuman—if the tables had been turned and he had been giving her this much stimulation, she would have had to use every ounce of her energy to keep from coming. And while his breath came a little faster, and he paused on occasion to catch it, that and the occasional pulse of his cock in her mouth was the only indication he gave that she was pleasing him.
And she liked pleasing him, she had to admit. She listened for every nuance, every hitch in his breath, every hiss of air between his teeth. She heard him make a low growl in his throat as she tried a new technique, rolling her tongue around the head when she slid her mouth up his shaft. She continued doing that, liking the way his cock swelled even more, feeling the buck in his hips whenever her tongue teased the sensitive ridge around the head.