Slap.
“How I want you to do it again. Tie me down and toy with me for your own pleasure, then come all over me.”
There’s no slap this time, no burning feeling on my ass. I don’t dare turn my head, I stay completely still while I wait for his next command, or next move.
“Is that the truth, Anastasia? Did you find pleasure in it? Me using you to stroke myself?”
“Yes,” I cry out in need.
It’s only a matter of time until he finds out how wet I am for him right in this moment. And it doesn’t take long. He grabs my pussy, full hand, before slapping it gently, making pleasure spread through my body.
“You’re fucking drenched, Anastasia.”
“I know, sir.”
“Is it from your thoughts or from me, punishing you in public where anyone can find you?”
“Both, sir.” I shut my eyes as embarrassment washes through me.
He presses his fingers against my lips and rubs me slowly, up and down until I’m covered in my own wetness. It’s impossible to keep the moans inside, and I want him to hear me.
His hands find my waist and he lifts me off the bike, only letting me down before him. “Take off your helmet, sit on your knees.”
I look around, trying to find anyone who can possibly see me. “Focus on me, babydoll,” he says, like he can see the worry radiating off me.
I take off the helmet, my hair falling all around my face in a mess. My knees bend slowly, until I’m sitting right before him. The sight of him in black sweats and his compression shirt, along with his helmet, makes me want him even more.
“I want to mouth fuck you, Anastasia. I want to shove my cock down your throat until you cry. But I will not do that today. I want you to part your lips for me and suck my cock, and take as much of me as you can.”
I look at him as he speaks, his voice echoing from thehelmet he still has on.“Okay, sir.” I want him to fuck me again.
“Pull my pants down.”
I reach for the fabric and pull it down, his hard cock coming out immediately. I gasp. I’ve had it before but it feels different now.
“Grab it.” I grabit.
He takes a steady hold of my head and guides himself into my mouth, his head falling back as he feels my tongue against his tip. I rock my head back and forth, his muffled moans only encouraging me to continue. The sounds feel like a reward, and the sound of him has me soaked and aching.
“Oh, baby,” he moans, still holding my head but not pushing me.
I find myself wanting to do this. Not only because he told me to, but because I want to.A few days ago, the idea of willingly wanting to please Brian Connor, of wanting to give him pleasure, would’ve made me laugh.
“Can I touch myself, sir?” He looks down at me, and I know he’s smirking behind the goddamn glass.
“Yes, yes you have permission to touch yourself.” His voice is seductive, fueling the want to touch myself..
“I’m going to start moving into you by myself now, baby. Focus on touching yourself. I’ll be careful with your pretty mouth. Tap my leg if it’s too much.” My eyes roll back at his words. The way he speaks will make me lose myself.
I circle my clit as he fucks my mouth carefully, just as he said he would, and it only makes me trust him without question. It lets me feel safe in his control.
“Oh, fuck!” His moan is loud and rough, and it makes me pulsate, slowly building up an orgasm.
I tap his leg and he pulls out of my mouth instantly, not even a second beforehe reacts. “Is everything okay, babydoll?” He bends down, his head at my eye level as he cups my face. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m going to come,” I cry out, clenching my thighs.
“It’s okay, you’re allowed to.” His thumb strokes my cheek and his words make me bite down on my lip, needing his cock inside me again.
