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Glancing up with watering eyes, she watched him arch into the mattress, muscles standing out in high definition. Any other Dom would have taken her by the hair, but not Thane. His hands were fisted in the sheets, twisting them as he pulled. While his hips rocked, he controlled them enough he didn't thrust completely into her full mouth.
Connie reached between her thighs, pushing two fingers inside herself. Slick, wet, hot. She moaned around Thane's cock, using her tongue to flutter and rub the underside, taking more than a little pleasure at the feel of the thick vein pulsing quickly. Not that she'd admit it, but it felt…productive? No, that wasn't it. Thrilling? Okay, maybe it was thrilling to know she could kick his heart rate up, to have the proof of it literally on her tongue.
“Christ, when you moan, it ripples down my fucking cock.” Thane growled, the sound dark and gritty.
If he liked that, he was going to love what came next. Bobbing her head slightly, Connie slid her hand down to the heavy sac beneath his cock, toying gently with his balls. A man was most vulnerable during a blowjob, to her mind. All the most sensitive goodies at a woman's disposal. Her lips twitched, letting a rivulet of warm saliva drip down his shaft.
With her other hand, she reached between his ass cheeks, finding the ticklish spot of his perineum, and then his anus. She felt him jerk in shock, and sucked harder to distract him from her fingertip circling that weak point. Oh, she understood perfectly well why men loved fucking ass so much. As she pushed in, she felt the spread of his muscles and heard his almost pained groan devolve into a harsh grunt.
“Connie…fuck,woman!”
Yeah, that was why. Invading the most private place, sneaking into tight, hot flesh and drawing wanton sounds from someone's throat without them realizing they were making them…it was a heady sensation. As a Domme, she enjoyed listening to her subs groan and whisper her name, but as a submissive, she knew how easy it was to turn those groans into screams.
Complete control.
Carefully, aware of how even the smallest cut inside could cause him pain, she pushed and twisted her finger up inside him, thrusting gently until she felt his muscles clamp down on her. She said, “Ah-ah,” but all that came out was a mmmph-mmmphthat made his hips buck. Ooops, she needed to remember he liked vocal vibration on his cock.
“I swear to God, sugar,” Thane's head bowed back, exposing his throat and the cords down either side of his neck, “payback for this will be astronomical.” He ground out another fuck, then the sheets ripped in his hands. “Goddamn it!”
His dick swelled when her fingertip brushed over his prostrate. Well, at least she hadn't lost her touch. Waggling her finger, she felt the pulse on her tongue quicken, and his shaft grow impossibly more. It seemed to lengthen and thicken and become…all-consuming. In her other hand, his testicles drew up towards his body, ready to deliver what she was waiting for.
Because she could, she stopped.
Sucking, stroking, fondling. Everything stopped in an instant. Tears streamed down her face, saliva trailed over her chin onto his lap. Messy, she hated being messy, but in this case, it was worth it to see the big, strong Dominant unravel. Thread by thread, he came apart.
“Connie,” he snarled.
Oh, he was getting cranky. She blinked up at him, meeting his gaze along the length of his body. Sweat dotted his neck and chest, glistened on the arc of his ribs and the ridged plane of his stomach. His ragged breaths lifted his chest, the lights catching the silver hairs cast throughout the dark ones scattered over his pecs.
Amber eyes, almost black, promised penance.
She started sucking again, slowly, as her finger tapped on the tender surface of his prostrate. She wasn't surprised when his hands latched onto her head, his fingers digging deep into her hair, and could only brace herself for the fast, hard yank down onto his cock. Her throat clenched shut in anticipation of the bruising thrust; she managed to loosen it as Thane gritted out, “I'm coming, sugar. Fuck, yes. Take every…last…fucking…drop of cum down your throat…ah, fuck me!”
He didn't use her head as leverage to sink his cock to the back of her throat as she expected. On the contrary, he dragged her up until only her lips encased the slick crown, holding her there as he bucked. Salt and musk assaulted her taste buds, her tongue swamped by stream after stream of hot cum.
He made the most primal sounds when he came. She wondered what it would take to make him roar.
She wanted to swallow, but she'd been taught not to do anything without express permission. What was a mouthful of cum compared to a beating with a cane? Lightening her touch, she mouthed the plush head as the last drops of semen pumped out of the slit. The hand on his balls let go; the finger inside him stilled, enveloped in the rhythmic squeezes of his body's release. When he finally relaxed, his fingers going limp in her hair, she slipped her mouth off him, and her finger free.
Assuming the nadu position, she waited for him to shake off the orgasm. Ignoring the puddle of her own juices on the sheets, she watched his face with trepidation, uncertain whether he'd be happy about the liberty she'd taken. Probably not—fingerfucking a Dom without his permission was a huge no-no. `
“Well,” he said after a few minutes, his eyes still closed. “You sure know what to do with a prostate gland, sugar.”
More than he could appreciate, she thought. She lowered her gaze respectfully, although the respect part was about ten minutes too late. God, her ass was going to take such a thrashing, she could already feel the sting of the fronds on her flesh.
“Cat got your tongue?” Thane asked, peering at her with one eye, then he sat up, scowling. “What's wrong?”
Sheepishly, she opened her mouth, then shrugged.
“Someone trained you well,” he murmured, then his scowl deepened as he likely remembered whohad probably done that training. He reached out and brushed his thumb over her lips. “Beautiful, Connie. Thank you. For future reference, if I want you to hold my cum, I'll tell you. I do believe I told youto swallow it all, did I not?”
Oh, fuck. Had he? Eyes wide, she flicked through the last few minutes, and realized that yes, he had actually ordered her to swallow. She gulped hastily, lifting her hands up in defense. Her instinctual flinch when he cupped his around hers, folding her fingers into her palms, was humiliating.
“Hmmm. Think so little of me, do you, sugar?” Using her hands, he yanked her forward so she sprawled over him. Before she hit his chest, his arms were already curling around her, clutching her tight. “I don't punish honest mistakes, Constance. Ever. I don't train through fear, I don't enjoy seeing terror in your eyes. If I ever give you a genuine reason to look at me that way again, I'll hand myself over to the Masters.”
Trembling, she snuggled into him, determined to banish that moment of insanity. Reflex, that was all. It was bound to happen if they continued down this road, and Thane seemed content to keep on going with the exercise. She rested her cheek against his heart, letting the steady thump work as a guide for her own. “It won't happen again.”
“Of course it will. When it does, we'll deal with it. For now, I can honestly say I've never been fingered that well in…well, forever.”When Connie laughed softly, he rubbed her back. “That's my girl. Ready for a nap now, sugar?”
