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I look at him in surprise.I’d been expecting another encounter with his belt or at least his hand.He smiles, his eyes glinting with depravity.“Putting you across my knee this morning would be as much a punishment for me as it would be for you.Besides, I like the punishment to fit the crime, and if you hadn’t had too much to drink last night, my cock might not be hard and aching this morning.You’re going to suck me off, princess.”
Oh no.Did I agree to this?I must have, because I don’t remembernotagreeing to it.Then again, when I filled out the form, I had no reason to think this would ever be an issue.But I’ve never given a blowjob before.I don’t even know what to do.
The thought of escape must show on my face, because Roman’s taking a step toward me, wrenching my T-shirt off before I can move.He scrutinizes my naked body.“That’s better.Now on your knees.”
I slowly lower myself to my knees.
“Take off my pants,” he directs.
I push down my panic as I unbutton his pants and slide them over his hips until they pool on the floor.He steps out of them and plants himself back in front of me.I carefully grasp the waistband of his boxers and tug.His cock springs free, thickly veined, hard, and enormous.I’m not sure it’s going to fit in my mouth.The thought of him inside me is unfathomable.
Leaning forward, I close my eyes tightly and tentatively lick his cock.It’s surprisingly soft, tempered steel sheathed in velvet, and I take an exploratory swipe around the thick, wide head.There’s a tiny pearl of creamy liquid at the tip, and I taste it with the tip of my tongue.It’s salty and musky, but not altogether unpleasant.I close my lips around his shaft and take him into my mouth, enjoying the feel of him.
He pulls back abruptly, yanking me roughly to my feet.
“I’m sorry,” I begin self-consciously.I’m sure he can tell I’ve never done this before.I’m probably doing it all wrong.
“Stop apologizing!You have nothing to be sorry for,” he says tersely.“Your mouth feels fucking amazing.Making me come with your mouth is your punishment for breaking the rules last night.But you’ve chosen to also take the punishment for whoever gave you the drinks.Come with me.”
I follow him into the bedroom, my heart hammering in anxious anticipation as I watch him open a large armoire that holds a terrifying array of toys and restraints.He selects what looks like a riding crop with a long leather handle tipped with a flat leather tab at one end.He runs the handle through his fingers deliberately and then whacks the flat leather tip against the bed, making a loudthud.I jump.
“Get on all fours on the bed.”
My eyes widen.What the hell does he intend to do?
He answers my unspoken question.“You’re going to suck me off while I spank you.”His eyes glint wickedly.“Two punishments in one.And as an added bonus, it will provide a nice lesson on focus as well.”He gestures at the bed with the crop, and I look around the room wildly.
“You have exactly five seconds, Avalon,” he says sternly.“Either get on the bed, use your safe word, or tell me who gave you the additional drinks.”
I slowly climb onto the bed on my hands and knees.He comes around to stand in front of me, his cock thick and pulsing.I take him in my mouth again carefully as he runs the leather tip of the crop lightly over my body.
“So help me, Avalon, if you bite me, you will be sorry.”
Trying to focus with the leather erotically caressing my skin, I resume my earlier exploration of the hard length of him, marveling at how his cock bobs against the roof of my mouth when I press my tongue against the underside where the head connects to the shaft.I’m completely blindsided by the sting of the crop against my bare bottom.It smarts way more than his hand.I instinctively try to pull away, but he gathers my hair into a loose ponytail in his hand, holding it with a viselike grip so I can’t move.
He snaps the crop against my butt again.Motherfucker!I moan around his cock in my mouth.Although I don’t know how it’s possible, he grows even harder.Distracted by the unexpected pain, I’ve stopped licking him, a fact he quickly draws my attention to.
“I haven’t told you to stop, Avalon,” he says curtly, using his hand in my hair as leverage to push himself in deeper.His cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag, my eyes watering.He pulls out.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I do as he says, grateful for the reprieve from the crop.He slowly eases himself back in until he’s buried in my throat completely, his balls touching my lips.This time, with my tongue out, it’s easier to take all of him.
“Relax,” he croons softly, keeping his cock there until the precise second that panic flares in me at the certainty that I’m about to choke.Then he eases out and starts again, slowly thrusting in and out, fucking my mouth at an even pace until I get into the rhythm.
I’m so entranced by the heady feel of pleasuring him that I forget about the crop until I hear the sharp thwack of leather against flesh followed closely by searing pain where the crop lands.The strikes fall one after another across my bare flesh.I thrash wildly, trying to escape the stinging blows, but I can’t go anywhere with his hand tethered in my hair and his cock buried in my mouth.I start sucking him vigorously with everything in me, desperate to end this punishment.
He flicks the crop against my ass again and again as the pain, warm and biting, radiates across my buttocks.Each strike stings, but now each kiss of the leather leaves an intoxicatingly burning sensation in its wake, and I can feel the moisture gather between my legs.I have no idea how it’s possible to both hate and enjoy something at the same time.He keeps pumping into my mouth as the leather mercilessly strikes my ass, and my thoughts splinter, half-focused on the pleasure that’s coming hard on the heels of the edge of pain while the rest of me concentrates on sucking his cock.
He’s relentless, whipping me as fervently as I’m sucking him as if my life depends on it.He lands one particularly hard smack at the tops of my thighs, and I cry out, although the sound is muffled by his cock.The blows stop then as the leather caresses my sex, slowly and leisurely.Oh, no.No, no, no.
I struggle, but Roman holds me still, my face pressed against his crotch.I have no choice but to continue pleasuring him even as I tense in anticipation.He hits my sex with the crop, but instead of the hard, punishing blows he’s administered to my bottom, he taps my mound repeatedly with short, tightly controlled movements.
My core constricts as my juices trickle down my thighs.Pain has officially morphed into a pleasure so intense I think I’m going to pass out.The sensations overwhelm me—my ass on fire, my mouth filled with Roman’s cock, and the relentless tapping of the crop against my now swollen pussy—and I teeter on the razor edge of oblivion.
He smacks the crop one last time against my sex, and I come with big, engulfing waves of pleasure that rack my body.
I feel him stiffen, his whole body tensed, and then he throws his head back as he erupts into my mouth, his cum warm and thick on my tongue.I swallow as he continues to pump his seed into my mouth, licking him until there’s nothing left.
I’m still on all fours, panting, as he turns away from me.
“Go get cleaned up,” he says tersely.“We have a lunch appointment with Logan.”
