AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Someone might walk in on us."
"No one will come in, not unless I ask them to," he says with confidence. "Do it, Princess." He lowers his voice to a hush and my nerve-endings crackle. Damn, but when he uses his Dom voice, there’s not much I can refuse him, is there? I slip off the chair, round the table and walk toward him. I come to a halt in front of him, and he holds out his palm.
"What?"
"Give me your panties."
"No!" My mouth drops open. "I'm not giving up my panties."
He glares at me, my belly flip-flops, and my knees tremble. I reach under my skirt and push my panties down. Stepping out of them, I hand them over to him. He pockets them, glances at the table, then back at me.
I firm my lips. I want to deny him, want to tell him no, but I can’t stop myself from leaning in his direction. He places his hands on my waist, and before I can protest, he’s heaved me up and onto the table in front of him. I part my legs, and he pulls me forward so my butt is perched at the edge of the table. He leans forward, flips up the hem of my skirt, then pushes his face into my pussy and inhales deeply.
"Oh, my god." A shiver runs down my spine. My head spins. His action is so primal, so filthy, and yet, so apt.
"H-how do I smell?" I gulp.
"Like you are mine." He bites down on my clit and I cry out.
He places his palm flat on my sternum and applies pressure. I lean back until my spine hits the table.
The heat of his breath sinks into my core and my channel spasms.
"Oh, god, Seb. Oh, my god." I grab at his hair, but he knocks my arm to the side.
"Hold onto the table,” he commands.
"Wait, what?"
"Do it," he rumbles against my heated center, and the vibrations pool in my lower belly. My brain cells seem to melt, even as my blood seems to catch fire. I lower my hands to the side, and grip the edge of the table. That’s when he slides his big palms under my arse cheeks and squeezes. Fire seems to zing out from where he's touching my already abraded skin.
I can’t stop the moan that bubbles up my throat.
He blows lightly on my core and the contrast between that and the colder air of the room almost sends me out of my head.
I tilt my pelvis up, chasing the inevitable intrusion of his tongue… I want it, I need it. Now.Right now.
He chuckles lightly, and I want to be mad at him for enjoying my discomfort, but then he grips my arse cheeks, pulls me even closer, bends his head, and licks his way up my seam.
"Jesus," I cry out as he curls his tongue around my swollen nub, then once more, laves me from my back hole to clit.
My back curves, my body jolts, and a whine spills from me. He repeats the action again and again. He circles my clit once more, then stabs his tongue inside my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut, then groan as he shoves his tongue in and out of me, in and out. I bring my legs up or try to, for he releases my butt cheeks, only to squeeze my inner thighs and hold them apart, as he continues to eat me out. He throws my legs over his shoulders, then slides his palms up under my blouse. He cups my tits and squeezes them as he curls his tongue inside my channel. The combination almost sends me over the edge. Tremors screech up from my feet, up my thighs, then curl in my belly. And once again, he pulls back.
My climax hovers on a knife’s edge, then retreats.
I snap open my eyelids.
He releases me and sits back, as I lay there panting. I manage to train my gaze on him, to find he’s watching me closely. He wipes the back of his palm across his glistening mouth, then leans over and pulls my skirt down.
"You stopped again," I say through gritted teeth. "I was so close. So close."
"Good." He curls his fingers around my wrists and tugs, so I sit up.
"It’s not good," I snarl. "It’s bloody frustrating, is what it is."
"You’ll learn to deal with it."
"The only thing I want to learn is how to get inside that head of yours. If this is your so-called training, then it’s bullshit. You hear me? This is all an excuse not to fuck me. I’m beginning to wonder if you even like girls, you—"
