Page 54 of At His Beck & Call

“Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. Her eyes are fixed on the dildo beside me, and I pick it up, pulling the small tub of lube from my pocket and covering it in a thin layer. Lissa watches me, her hands subconsciously moving closer to her gorgeous pussy.

I walk over, holding it out to her, as she takes it gingerly, like it’s a bomb.

“I want you to push it inside you today,” I say, and I feel my cock twitch in my pants. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself with it, but don’t come. The only way you’ll come today is with my cock inside you.”

She makes a little gasping moan at the back of her throat, and her pupils darken as she takes the toy out of my hand.

I walk back to the desk and lean against it again, waiting for her to start.

After a moment, she lowers it between her legs, her thighs spreading wide. My cock is so hard I can barely stand to be separated from her, but the way her body trembles takes my breath away.

She places the toy at the entrance of her body, her eyes focused on it as she slowly begins to push it inside.

She’s not even trying to be erotic, and it’s driving me fucking nuts.

Slowly, it slides all the way in, then she pulls it out, her thighs widening further as her toned stomach punches upward, a low moan breaking free.

As she starts to thrust it back and forth inside her, her moans grow in volume. They’re still quiet, but filled with a longing that makes my dick ache.

Still watching her, I walk over to the drawers again, open the top one, and take out a long piece of fabric.

I walk over to her, holding it in my hand as she watches me, a curious look on her face. I go behind her, lowering the fabric over her face, and then slide it into her mouth.

“Bite down on it,” I say, and she does without question. “You need to be quiet, and this is your reminder. If you need things to stop, place your hands on the cushion beneath you.”

I tie it at the back of her head, then slide my hands over her shoulders and down to her breasts as she continues pleasuring herself.

Remembering how much she liked it the other day, I pinch both her nipples without warning, and she bites down hard on the gag, groaning deep and guttural as I release them and come around to stand in front of her.

Slowly, I unbuckle my belt, open my pants, and pull out my cock. Her eyes zero in on it, and the sight of her with the toy inside her body, and the gag in her mouth, makes pre-cum burst from the tip.

“Are you ready for my cock?” I ask, as her hand falls away from the toy and she leans back in the chair. She hasn’t pulled it out, leaving me to do that, and she hisses as I yank the thing free. I love the way she grips the arms of the chair so tightly her knuckles turn white.

I roll a condom over my dick, as she sits there waiting for me.

“The chair or the chaise?”

Her eyes flicker to the chaise, and I can tell that’s what she prefers.

Without warning, I lift her up and walk over to the chaise. I kick the cushion off it, lay her down, and push her legs apart.

I can read her pleasure more clearly now, and I know she’s desperate for me, her breath coming hard and fast.

“Are you ready for me, Lissa?”

She mumbles something that sounds like a torturedyes.

“I should make you wait all night. Deprive you of it for as long as I can. But I can’t wait any more. I need to feel you around my cock.”

Then I tug her down the chaise, lining us up as she pants beneath me, my cock rubbing against her entrance, and then I push inside with one long, perfect thrust.

Her hands grip my shoulders, breasts arching toward me as I suck at them, as I shove my cock into her.

Her mouth opens on a silent scream, the gag falling away as she writhes beneath me.

“Don’t. Make. A Sound.” I say and then begin to fuck her harder. She collapses back against the curve of the chaise, legs wide apart and wrapped around me as I piston my hips back and forth, the tight heat around my dick so fucking addictive.