by Mayburn, Ann
Damn, no more sexy thoughts! Becoming turned on right now was just so wrong on so many levels. She shifted uncomfortably on the table, not liking the conflicting feelings of wanting to relax while needing to stay on her guard against wayward thoughts. Maybe Emma could ask Terry to stop so she could go take a cold shower.
Ryan gripped her hand and said in a low voice, “Ladies, thank you so much, but if you continue to do this I’ll fall asleep and that would not impress my lovely date.”
“Of course,” Terry murmured in a low voice.
A few moments later they were alone and a rush of heat went through her at the knowledge that they were both nearly naked and slick with oil.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Mistress?”
Her clit swelled in a hard rush of blood. The harsh, guttural quality of Ryan’s voice told her he was looking at her even as she kept her eyes closed. She wanted him so badly, but there would only be one first time between them and she didn’t want to rush it. Ryan deserved to be savored.
She tried to rally her defenses, but her voice came out husky with desire in spite of her best efforts to appear aloof. “Yes, there is. While you were falling asleep I was just beginning to enjoy my massage. Now I’m still tense.”
“Would you like me to finish your massage, Mistress?”
She tried to hide her smile. “That would be lovely. And I want you naked.”
It took an effort to keep her eyes closed as he lifted himself off the massage table. She could imagine the heft of his testicles while he pushed himself up, the lovely line from his cock to his belly button. Soft sounds came from behind her as he walked around the table and a moment later he was gently lifting her head and smoothing out her hair. Then he began to massage her scalp and she went limp.
Damn, was there anything he wasn’t good at?
Slowly and steadily he worked his way down her body, but avoided her obvious erogenous zones. When he returned to her chest, his cock brushed her arm and the wetness on the tip smeared on her skin. She lifted her arm and said, “You made a mess on me. Clean it off.”
When the soft brush of his tongue glided over her skin her back involuntarily arched and she gasped. A man tasting his own essence was one of her favorite kinks. It was so forbidden and taboo, even though women sucked their arousal off their partner’s dicks all the time. The soft press of his lips moving up her forearm to the tender skin of the inside of her elbow drove her wild. A tremor shook her as she imagined his mouth between her legs, kissing her with the same devastating touch.
After tormenting her for a few moments, he removed his mouth then slid the towel off her breasts, the thick fabric rubbing across her stiff nipples.
Ryan sucked in a breath. “Fuck. You have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”
The raw hunger in his tone called to her and she stretched out, putting her hands behind her neck with a sigh. “You may worship them.”
A choked sound came from him. When he gently skimmed the palms of his hands over her nipples, she had to clench her teeth on a moan. He then began to massage her left breast, awakening her nerves and forcing blood into that area to further sensitize her. By the time his clever fingers found her left nipple she was holding her breath and resisting the urge to strain upwards. Then he plucked at her nipple, shaping and elongating the tip. Little sparks of arousal went from her clit to her nipple and back again. He repeated this treatment on her right breast, then began to massage and roll her aching nubs.
“These are so pretty,” Ryan said in a reverent voice while filling his hands with her breasts. “So soft and lush.”
Goosebumps skittered over her skin as he softly scraped his fingernails over her chest. When he gave a hard pinch to her sensitive tips, she let out a little hiss of air and smiled. He had been paying attention to her responses. A touch of pain was always a nice spice to any sexual encounter, but she’d had to go without for fear of scaring her vanilla partners. But with Ryan, she didn’t have to hide her need for a harsher form of arousal. Unlike her vanilla boyfriends, he understood that her body simply converted discomfort into pleasure. They would have freaked out if she’d asked them to do what she wanted. But Ryan wouldn’t.
“Harder. I want a little bit of teeth.”
“My pleasure,” he murmured against her skin.
A sharp sting came from her breast as he squeezed her tender nipple between his teeth. The rough sensation had her clutching at his head and shoving it harder against her chest with a moan that sounded so needy she was almost embarrassed. Her hips rocked upwards and he smoothed his hands over her breasts, mounding them together. Then came the exquisite rasp of his tongue over each sensitive tip. With a low groan she lowered her hands to his shoulders and gripped Ryan with her nails. He retaliated by sucking her nipple into his mouth and stroking it with his tongue. It felt so good, so achingly delicious, but her body was screaming out for an orgasm, and lust was clouding her mind and her judgment. She needed to release this crazy arousal and regain some control of herself. She was falling for this man who was pleasuring her with such exquisite skill, and that was dangerous.
All she needed was a good orgasm and she’d stop feeling this fluttering of emotion in her foolish heart.
Even she didn’t believe that.
His tongue twirled around her nipple, sending tingles of arousal straight to her sensitive clit. “That’s it, suck it. Fuck, Ryan, that feels so good…but I want more. Make me come, my handsome submissive.”
He lifted his head and his breath warmed her neck. “What do I have permission to pleasure you with, Mistress?”
“Hands and tongue.”
She thought she detected a frustrated sound from his direction and that made her smile.
“Come closer.” She held out her hand. “I want to touch my cock.”
He immediately complied, not disagreeing that it was indeed her cock right now, and she soon had his rock solid length in her grasp. “Mmmm…nice. Hands behind your back. I’ve decided want to play with you first.”
Unable to resist the pleasure of seeing him, she opened her eyes and smiled at the sight of the man who, for this perfect moment, belonged only to her. The head of his erection was a dusky pink while the shaft was darker with the veins standing out prominently. Pre-cum lay heavy on the tip and she wanted a taste. Unable to fit her hand all the way around his girth, she satisfied herself with running her fingertips up and down the ridge on the underside of his cock. If she touched him just right she could milk him for more pre-cum by controlling his orgasm.
She released Ryan and moved so that she was sitting at the edge of the massage table with his body between her legs. The smell of him filled her senses and she rubbed her fingertips over his solid abdominal muscles. To the right of his hip, the edge of a tattoo curved around the bone in a way that drew her gaze downwards to his cock. Pulling him forward by the shaft, she began to vigorously stroke him, ratcheting up his desire until a thick drop of pre-cum dripped off his tip. She made sure to lean back so the thick fluid landed on her pussy.
The sight of it sliding down her slit made her tremble, an action that Ryan echoed when she returned to stroking him.
“I don’t have to tell you not to come, do I, Ryan?”
“No, Mistress.” His voice came out with a harsh edge that sent a rush of blood to her clit.
Using her thumb, she stroked the thick ridge on the underside of his dick, massaging out the fluid until another drop fell onto her pussy, then another. He gasped, then groaned when she fondled his tight balls with her fingertip. “Mmmm, you want to come badly.”
“Yes, Mistress, please.”
She squeezed his dick hard and smiled as he thrust into her hand. “That wasn’t a question.”
After pushing Ryan away with her foot, she slid off the table. The urge to go to him, to kiss him until she couldn’t breathe filled her, but she denied herself. She wanted to go into their first kiss with a clear head. While it was admittedly weird that they’d
been intensely sexual without kissing, it just seemed right. With Ryan she was going by instinct more than usual, a much more honest reaction than the structured scenes she orchestrated with her clients.
At the thought of having to do a scene with one of her regulars her stomach clenched and she didn’t like the feeling of unease that came with that thought. Until she had enough money to go back to school and get her Master’s in Education, she was going to have a bitch of a time finding a good job in an area she wanted to live in. Being a Pro-Domme was the only job that offered her excellent money, security, her own hours, and all the other conveniences that made her life easier, along with keeping her parents in the home where she’d grown up. Unfortunately it came at the price of never being able to be in a monogamous relationship.
Ryan took a small step forward. “How may I serve you, Mistress? Tell me what to do to help you find your happiness.”
Tears actually came to her eyes and she turned her back on him, placing her hands on the table. After a couple of deep breaths she was able to pull herself back and rebuild some of the walls around her heart. No use crying about what she couldn’t have. She needed to live in the here and now, and give Ryan the reward of her total attention in return for his submission.
Some people viewed D/s as all take on the part of the Dominant and all give on the part of the submissive, but that wasn’t true. It was a power exchange, not a power grab, and as such, she had to be aware of what Ryan was feeling at all times. Right now, his concern and worry for her radiated off of him in waves. She needed to lose herself in him, needed his submission, needed his affection and comfort.
“I want you on the table, on your back.”
When he did as she asked she had to bite her lip at the sight of his heavy balls. She’d never really been into a man’s testicles this much before, but something about Ryan’s had her wanting to play with them. To make the skin tighten as she sucked on one, then the other. The thought of his guttural moans brought more heat to her veins until she was pretty sure she could come just by rubbing her clit on the edge of the table.
But she wanted more.
In an easy move, she climbed onto the wide table and scooted up until she could straddle his face. With her pussy just inches above his mouth, she was sure he could see her obvious arousal. With a groan he started to move, but she made a tsking sound and he froze.
“Bad boy. You know better than to move without my permission.”
“Forgive me, Mistress.” Ryan’s voice was thick with arousal. “I find I have terrible self-control around you. Right now there is a tiny drop of your honey just waiting to drip off your soaked cunt and into my mouth. I want to taste you like you wouldn’t believe.”
With a little moan she sank down until she was just hovering over his lips. He didn’t move, but his warm breath tormented her as he panted between her thighs. She was so turned on she didn’t doubt for a moment that her pussy was indeed dripping wet.
Unable to resist the relief his mouth offered, she sank all the way down and said, “You made a mess all over my pussy with your wayward cock. Clean me and make me come with your mouth and tongue.”
To her delight he didn’t immediately devour her. Instead he cleaned her outer labia of their combined arousal, only teasingly lapping at her slit. Then with broad strokes of his tongue he began to stroke her from the wet entrance of her sheath all the way to the straining bundle of nerves that she wanted his tongue on, now.
As he continued to lick, she shifted her hips so his tongue pushed apart her swollen labia to get to her clit. At the first brush of his mouth directly on her swollen nub she shuddered, then moaned when he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. Once he’d found how she liked her bud to be stroked, he began to work her with a skill that left her whimpering.
She wanted to collapse with the pleasure of his mouth on her and her legs trembled when he wrapped his full lips around her clit and suckled.
“Stop,” she gasped. “I’m going to fall.”
Without waiting for her permission, Ryan sat up and easily lifted her onto his lap in a remarkably smooth move. She ached at the sight of her juices on his mouth. She slowly sat up and licked at him, tasting herself on him and moaning when his cock jerked against her hip.
“May I have permission to pleasure you with my fingers, Mistress?” His voice was as dark and rich as molasses at this point with a hint of his faint Middle Eastern accent sneaking through.
“You may.” Hell, he could have asked for just about anything at this point and she’d say yes. Being able to look up and watch him enjoy giving her pleasure was a decadent aphrodisiac.
He moved her so she lay more securely across his lap, cradled by his thick arms decorated with their stories. She’d never seen a more beautiful man in all of her life and emotions dangerous to her wellbeing tried to surface in her heart, but she wouldn’t let them. While she fought her internal battle, Ryan was too entranced by her body to notice. His total absorption as he touched her made those fuzzy feelings even harder to ignore. The obvious adoration in his gaze humbled her.
Many submissives thought they knew what it was like to worship someone, but they were wrong. There were very few subs who truly worshiped their Tops. When Ryan looked at her it was like watching him admire at a beautiful piece of art. He reverently stroked her skin all the way down her stomach to the mound of her pussy. She undulated beneath his touch in a wave of need. He made a thick, rumbling sound and slid his fingers down the slit of her sex, driving her crazy with the need to come.
“I love feeling how hard your little clit is, Mistress.” He stroked her there, gently pulling back the hood while she spread her legs wider, encouraging him with a tilt of her hips.
Pricking her sharp nails into the heavy muscle of his left pectoral she ground out, “Touch me.”
His dark gaze snapped to hers and she loved the fire she saw there. While he was submissive, he was also a confident, very experienced, grown man, and he knew how to bring her pleasure quicker than she could even bring herself. His clever fingers massaged her aching bud, making her arch against him as he rubbed her in swift, rhythmic circles. When he increased the pressure of his thick fingers on her clit, she cried out, and when he leaned down and kissed her, she came all over his hand in a hot rush of fluid.
The first stroke of his lips against hers was bliss. Even as her orgasm surged, she kissed him back as best she could while moaning and writhing in his lap. Her movements rubbed against his cock and he made a pained noise. He withdrew his fingers and she turned, straddling him. The hot length of his cock throbbed between them but she hesitated. Things were going way too fast and sex was a line she wasn’t ready to cross with him yet. She knew enough about Ryan to be certain that once she made love to him he wouldn’t let her go.
The thought scared her, and at the same time, made her yearn for that self-denied intimacy.
A deep contentment moved through her as the orgasm faded, making her lazy with gentle pleasure and she slumped forward, wrapping her arms around Ryan’s neck while she slowly ground her pussy against him. “If I keep moving like this, will you orgasm for me? Will you shoot your come all over my stomach so it can drip down over my pussy?”
“Fuck, yes…yes Mistress.” He let out a low growl as she picked up the pace of her hips. “You feel so damn good, so hot and wet. I just know your pussy is going to be snug around my cock when you’re ready for me. It’ll be heaven and hell as I try to keep from coming instantly.”
She loved his dirty talk. It made her already growing desire burn bright, and she leaned back so she was supporting herself with her arms. Looking down her stomach, she licked her lips. “I want to watch you jerk off on my pussy while I touch myself.”
Pre-cum coated the head of Ryan’s cock and he fisted himself, squeezing the base of his cock and milking out a nice, fat drop. He then smeared the liquid down his shaft, already slick from her drenched pussy rubbing against him. A renewed rush of her liquid arousal
spilled from her body as she slid her hand between her thighs and began to play with her still-sensitive sex in a rough manner. Pinching at her clit, she held it tight then released the little bundle of nerves, crying out as the blood rushed back into her rapidly swelling bud in a rush that had her eager once again for her own release.
Ryan made a pained noise as she sank two fingers into her pussy and began to pump them in and out. “You’re right, Ryan, my pussy is snug. Nice and tight. You’re going to stretch me almost to the point of pain but I’m going to love every minute of it. I like it rough.”
“Please let me fuck you,” he rasped as he jerked his dick harder, the veins in his forearms standing out as his gaze remained locked on her sex.
“No.” She shivered at his snarl and closed her eyes. “Come for me, Ryan. I want you to rub your cum on my pussy.”
His breathing picked up pace and a few moments later his loud bellow filled the room. Warm liquid splashed on her hand and she rubbed it against her pussy. She almost lost her balance when he quickly shifted position so that he was lying with his face between her legs.
“I made a mess. Let me clean you, Mistress.”
She was so aroused that she couldn’t speak, only nod as he buried his face against her sex with a low growl. The suction of his mouth had her moaning long and hard as his lips covered her hand a moment later, sucking his cum from her fingers. She removed her hand and grabbed the back of his head with it, forcing his face into her pussy. He quickly suckled her clit and she came again, arching into his mouth and crying out in sheer pleasure. The smooth slide of his tongue was perfect as he licked her down from her orgasm, gentling his touch at just the right moments and making her post orgasm bliss extend for what seemed like forever. When he finally lifted his head she was as limp as a ragdoll and smiling from ear to ear.