The more I licked, the more his cock twitched and throbbed.
And when I looked up at him, it was such a tantalizing sight.
His hooded green eyes watched me intently, dark with desire. “You are now the most powerful woman in this fucking city. Do you know that?”
Those words just got me so hyped.
I wrapped my lips around him vaguely remembering some advice from a blogger about keeping teeth out of the action.
His resulting moan was low and animalistic—pure pleasure traced in sound.
And even more, I loved that he was at my mercy.
It also turned me on so fucking bad. My pussy moistened like he hadn’t just made me come earlier with his own mouth.
Moaning softly, I took more of him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck, Princess.”
The angle of his cock in my mouth was strange and slightly uncomfortable, but there was a thrill weaving through me asI pushed myself to go deeper, to elicit more of those guttural sounds from him.
I took him deeper and my eyes watered, my jaw began to ache, but his groans of pleasure spurred me on even further.
He murmured through clenched teeth, “Such a good girl.”
God, I’m loving this.
My resolve strengthened at the sight and sound. I wanted to make him lose control—to wield that power over him. His cock twitched in my mouth almost fucking choking me.
I pulled away from him, taking his cock out of my mouth.
Drool spilled from my lips.
Gianni groaned.
All pretense of control he held was lost in a hoarse cry, his back arched away from the wall. “Come back, Princess. Please. Dear God. Pretty please.”
I watched him through half-lidded eyes; the way he shivered and twisted against those chains had me captivated.
I brought my mouth back to his cock and slowly began to suck him in.
“Princess,” he panted. “You'll be the death of me.”
I sucked on his cock and began slowly sliding my mouth up and down that fat, long length. I could taste the saltiness of his sweat and the faint bitterness of his pre-cum. I could also taste the slight sweetness of my own saliva on his skin.
But most of all, I could feel the coiling tension in his body building.
Groaning, he strained against the chains.
More cracks appeared in the walls.
He rocked those hips, showing me the rhythm he needed me to suck him off with, fucking my mouth, and sometimes almost choking me. “Good girl, don’t you pull away. Take it all the way down to your throat.”
Those words shuddered through me.
And right when I thought I was the dominate one, I knew that truly. . .I would forever be submitting to him.
Because in the end. . .at his request. . .I wanted to be his good girl.
