I circle him as a predator might her prey, and his eyes stay laser focused on me, awaiting further instructions.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you since our first night together,” I admit, still circling. “Have you?”
“Yes, madame,” he murmurs without hesitation. I quirk my lips up into a pleased smile.
“Did you ever touch yourself while thinking of me?”
“Countless times, madame.”
His admission sends a fresh wave of lust over me, and my pussy moistens in anticipation.
“What was I doing when you touched yourself?”
His body wavers, as if he almost forgot to keep his distance before getting himself back in check.
“You were—” He stops and wets his lips before continuing. I see the muscles of his mouth work as he swallows. “You were bent over that armchair over there,” he jerks his head towards the living room, “and I was fucking you from behind until you screamed my name.”
I step in front of him but remain out of reach.
“I can’t always cum from vaginal penetration,” I warn. “You would leave me unsatisfied?”
He shakes his head emphatically.
“No, madame. I would only ever cumafteryou. If you’ll allow me—”
“No,” I answer simply, and almost giggle at his disappointed expression. “I will let you touch me,” I assure him, “but not until I’ve had the chance to taste you.”
I step closer, my hand resting on his cock. It throbs against my palm, and he hisses at the contact.
“I will taste you, you will taste me, and then you can take me from behind. Would you like that?”
“Very much, madame,” he says with a bob of his head.
With one hand still on his length, I place the other on his hip and sink to my knees in front of him. He releases a strangled sound when he looks down at me, his eyes burning into mine.
Though some might consider a blowjob to be a submissive act, I’ve always felt powerful with a man’s cock in my mouth. I can choose to let him cum…or not. I can draw it out or make him lose control. I can spit or I can swallow—I always swallow. I can even use my teeth if he gets too pushy with his hands or tries to jam it down my throat. His most prized possession is at my mercy.
I run my nails up and down his thighs, scratching hard enough that it won’t tickle, but not so hard as to leave a mark. I lean forward, inhaling his musk before nuzzling his package with my nose and lips. He lets out a frustrated grunt when I press my face against his length, but still don’t put him in my mouth.
I make a tsk sound.
“Can you be patient, or do I need to start all over?” I ask, still nuzzling against him.
“I can be patient, madame,” he answers through clenched teeth.
“Good boy,” I answer, and he nearly moans. I justknewhe had a praise kink.
Done teasing him, I duck beneath his cock and suck the head into my mouth, hands-free. He jerks at the sudden contact, accidentally thrusting deeper into my mouth. I open wider to accommodate his girth.
Just as he gets used to the feeling of my lips around him, moving up and down his sizable shaft, I switch it up, cuppinghis balls with one hand and wrapping the other around his cock to lengthen the tunnel of my mouth.
“Goddamn!” he gasps. I laugh around his cock, and he moans as the sensation travels through him.
I work in tandem, slurping up his salty precum while twisting my hand along the shaft and massaging his balls. He bucks into my mouth uncontrollably, moaning loud enough for my neighbors to hear. I love a vocal man.
“Shit! Shiiit! K-Kendra. I mean, madame, please! If you don’t st-stop,” he sputters, breathing hard, “I’m going to…I’m going to!”
I don’t stop. Of course I don’t. I grab his ass with both hands and pull him until my nose meets his pelvis and I gag. He shouts out his release, curling over my body as his cum shoots down my throat.
