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“Yes.”
“How did she taste?”
“A little salty.”
He chuckled and caressed till she panted.
“I still would have preferred to pleasure you, Master.”
He paused. She noticed the bulge at his crotch had not faded since they had left the drawing room.
“May I not taste of you?” she asked and gave a subtle lick of her lips.
His body seemed to groan.
“Is not the purpose of a submissive to pleasure her Master?” she urged.
“Yes,” he said, his eyes swimming with desire as he looked upon her. “You will take all of my cock and enjoy every inch.”
“Yes, Master.”
Gleefully, she sank to her knees as he unbuttoned the fall of his trousers. She had much practice in the act of sucking cock. She had not always wished to engage in congress with her late husband, but taking his cock into her mouth had satisfied him just as much. He often preferred it.
She drew in a long breath as Master Ashley revealed his beautiful erection. It appeared quite sturdy and possessed an enticing flare of the head. She wrapped her hand about the shaft and shivered at its hardness. It was larger than what she had been accustomed to with Sir Pennington, but she was determined to swallow all of it.
Master Ashley grunted when she licked at the slit atop the head. She flicked her tongue at it several times before giving the head a long, lingering kiss. A clear moisture seeped from the slit. Her own wetness increased as she squeezed his thickness. How she greatly desired to be speared by such a rod! But she knew he would not grant such a gift to her so early. Nevertheless, she would gain much satisfaction from taking his cock into her mouth.
She encased her lips about his tip, and he would have thrust himself into her if she had not retained her hold on him. For now, he permitted her leisurely pace. Such a fine meal ought not be hurried. She pulled her head back till his cock popped out of her mouth. This she did several times, each time encasing a little more of him. When she slid up his shaft upon the eighth time, she saw him close his eyes and felt a small tremor go through him. She slid more of him into her mouth and made sure her tongue dragged against his underside as she drew up.
“Good God,” he breathed.
She sucked upon his tip, then swirled her tongue about the crown. She kissed and lapped at the length before taking him once more into her orifice as deep as she could. It was not all of him but sufficient to make him groan. She sucked harder before allowing his cock to slip from her. It glistened from the wetness of her mouth. Pressing his cock upward, she attended next to his cods, tugging at one of the delicate balls with her mouth. She gently sucked one, then the other. Replacing her mouth with her hand, she cradled his scrotum and rolled the balls as she licked at his cock.
“Enough teasing,” he said, fisting his hand into her hair. “You’ve yet to do as I said.”
Dutifully, she took his cock into her mouth. He pressed her head down. He was longer than she could easily accommodate, and when his tip struck the back of her throat, she gagged, but she refused to fail him. Forcing herself to relax, she tried to swallow him without choking. He pulled her up his cock to give her a moment’s reprieve. When she went down, she was able to keep her reflexes to a minimum, triumphing when the hairs at his pelvis tickled her nose. She had taken all of him.
It lasted a few seconds before the urge to gag could not be overcome, but she assumed a steady motion up and down his shaft, making him moan. His hand tightened in her hair, and he bucked his hips in rhythm to her. Pressing her tongue against his cock, she assaulted his sensitive underside and came up far enough to ensure that her lips grazed the flare of his cock. He grunted a curse and pumped his hips more vigorously. He had passed the point of no return and, within minutes, his seed filled her mouth. She drank it down easily, barely letting a drop escape her lips.
Shivers wracked his body. He gave a hearty roar as a second wave of seed gushed forth. She swallowed this and sucked upon his cock for more. Legs trembling, he pulled her off. She managed to get in one final lick.
“Enough,” he grunted as he stumbled back a step. A shudder went though him to the top of his head. He looked upon her with a glazed expression, and she knew she had done well. She would have wagered he had never before had his cock so delightfully sucked. She wanted to tell him she could repeat her performance all night long if he wished.
When he had collected himself, she expected he would praise her in some way. Instead, he grasped her by the jaw, his fingers and thumb digging into her cheeks.
He growled, “Wipe that smirk off your face.”
*****
Cedman was more vexed with himself than he was with her. Being out of practice, he had allowed a submissive to gain the upper hand. He had surrendered to his lust, his desire for this woman, and consented to her influence. He reminded himself what was at stake. His purpose was not to entertain but to provide her a set-down that she might never think to threaten him again. His family depended upon it. He had had to maintain control; to instill fear, not pleasure; and have her cower, not triumph. She had bewitched him with her bright eyes and her desire for him, but now she would pay for her impetuousness.
Grabbing her by the hair he dragged her over to a wooden chair and threw her into it.
"Have I displeased you, Master Ashley?" she asked.
"Silence!" he barked.
After replacing his fall, he found several cords of rope and tied her wrists to the arms of the chair. Next he grabbed a long thick rod, which he slid under both her knees before pushing it up toward her chest, pulling her legs up with it. Using the third cord of rope, he wound it near one end of the rod, circled it around the back of the chair and tied it to the other end of the rod. Her legs were spread nicely, with her thighs pressed to the sides of her body, exposing her cunnie. To create a better view and angle, he tilted the chair back and shoved a low footstool beneath the front legs.
