“Then take off your clothes and get on your knees.”
She swallows and strips, her eyes locked on mine. Then she carefully drops to kneel at my feet. Fuck, she looks pretty like this. Bare and kneeling.
One detail, though. “Arms behind your back.”
Without hesitation, they’re behind her in a flash.
Such a damn good pet.
I stroll toward the bed and take a seat on the edge. “Crawl to me.”
“I—can I use my hands?”
“Can I use my hands, sir? And yes.”
She nods once, and I watch the show of her naked ass swaying to and fro as she makes her way to me. She kneels at my feet once again.
I stroke her cheek, then grab a fist of her hair and pull it straight toward the floor to expose her throat. With my other hand, I draw lazy circles up and down that column of skin. “Tonight, I’m going to fuck this throat. You’re going to take everything I have to give you. Every inch. And then you’ll swallow it all down. Do you understand me?” My way of asking if she’s ready to play like this.
Her eyes, now glassy, flicker for a moment. I’m not sure she’ll agree.
But then she nods.
“Open those perfect lips, pet.”
She does, and I stand to shuck my pants off. Boxers too. She doesn’t try to escape the smack of my cock on her cheek when it springs forth.
I think she likes it. She aims her open mouth for the head.
“You’ll get him soon enough. But first, tell me something.”
“Anything. Sir.”
I run my thumb along her bottom lip for a moment, enjoying the softness there. “What do you want tonight?”
“You.”
It’s a good answer. It’s not the one I want.
“Anything specific?”
She shakes her head, her eyes downcast. “I don’t want to think anymore.”
Message received. This is my show.
“Then let’s get started.” I circle her mouth with my cock as she sticks out her soft pink tongue, and there, I let it brush the underside, before I grab the back of her head and shove all the way in. She gags on my head, and if there’s a better feeling, I don’t know what it is.
Wait—yes, I do. It’s every hole I’ve taken that belongs to Lena Swan.
Each time I enter part of her body, it’s the best thing I’ve had. Her pussy, her ass, her mouth, her hands, whatever I’m in at the moment is better than the rest. And then when I fuck her somewhere else, that’s the best spot.
Makes her body into a carnival where I want to ride all the rides.
I develop a rhythm for fucking her face, and she does everything I ask. She weathers it all—fast, slow, hard, soft. Choking on my cock only seems to turn her on. The lack of oxygen is helping her relax.
It’s all helping me too.
My balls lift and tighten, the warning before the storm. She must feel it too, because she’s more enthusiastic, more eager for the next thrust. Tears stream down her puffed cheeks, but she doesn’t fight it. She takes everything I have to give her, just like always.
