Page 150 of Heimlock

“Trinte, wha—”

“Do you need to say the safe word?” he asks from behind me, voice curious.

I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon. This is not what I had in mind when he wanted me to submit, so it’s more of a surprise than a dislike. “No?”

“Good.” Another spank has me squealing. “But that means each question, each hesitation, equals one punishment.” He gives me a moment to process. “Is this clear?”

“Yes.”

“Stand.”

Without hesitation, I’m scrambling off the bed to stand. Right now, he feels twenty-feet tall with the commanding energy he’s emanating.

His expression burns with desire as he says, “Strip.”

Holding his gaze, I take off each piece of clothing. My body shakes with suspense, wondering what he’s going to do next. Trinte is a versatile lover, swinging from intimate lovemaking to using my body for his pleasure. This is another side I haven’t experienced, but I’m thrilled to explore it.

When I’m naked, Trinte looks me over with a smirk. He takes a step back. “Hmm. What should I have you do?”

My fingers rub against my palm nervously. “Um—”

“That was rhetorical.” Trinte’s expression is impassive, but the words are sharp. Biting my lips together, I decide it’s time to let him take over. If he wants me to interact, I’m sure he’ll tell me.

“Spread your legs.”

My feet separate.

“Play with your pussy, pretty girl.”

With shaking fingers, I slide two fingers into my wetness with a moan. When my eyes close, he orders, “Look at me.”

As my hand works toward my center, he begins to slowly undo his belt buckle. The sound sends a flush of anticipation down my body. It makes a loud snapping sound when he rips it from the belt loops. I flinch, then moan again.

“You like that?” he asks with that same damn smirk.

I nod. He cocks his head, so I say, “Yes.”

His big thumbs separate the buttons of his pants, revealing orange boxer-briefs. Goddess, I love him in those. Sticking his hand inside, he palms what is surely a rock-hard cock. “Do you want this in your throat, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” I rasp, making circles around my clit. My peaked nipples are almost painful, aching for his mouth.

“You have to make yourself cum to earn it. Can you do that for me?”

Instead of answering, I increase the speed of my fingers, then stick two fingers inside my pussy with my other hand. I whimper, desperate for release. Needing it from him, but knowing he will deny me if I say that. So, I try to please him, chasing the pleasure like it’s the key to my future.

My mouth waters when he pulls out his thick cock, making a fist and slowly pumping into it. It’s an unholy, sinful sight, one that has my orgasm exploding. Head rocking back, I let out a groan, trying not to collapse onto the ground.

Dizzy from the strain, I eye where he pleasures himself. Ready to taste.

Seeing my stare, he says hoarsely, “How bad do you want it?”

“Really bad.”

“Sit on the edge of the bed.”

I immediately sit, never taking my eyes off the way he lazily strokes his engorged cock. He prowls closer until the tip is a couple of inches from my mouth. He tilts my head with a knuckle.

“Are you going to let me fuck your throat until tears stream down those sweet cheeks?”