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My cock pulses hard in her slim hand and a hiss snakes from my throat as my balls contract, urging me to shoot my load deep inside her immobilized body.
“I don’t know if you have the right yet,” I breathe, realizing I’m concerned about how intimate an act she should perform on me, considering that once we get back to Washington, she may never see me again. “You’re not obedient enough for my tastes. Not even close.”
“Please. It will help me.”
I feel my brow furrowing as some somber note bubbles from her lips and a sudden flash of pain streaks across her breathtakingly ethereal face.
My jaw clenches at the thought of her pain, and at how much I’m desperate to know about the secrets she hides. I know she does because I hide my own, and I know she sees them in my eyes. It’s a look certain people understand.
“How? How will it help?”
She closes her eyes and when they open, I find them sheathed in a veil of tears which gather on the edge of her lower lid, threatening to spill onto her face.
“Please,” she repeats. “It will help me… to heal.”
The words send a knife into my gut, making me wonder how much she’s hiding from me.
“You’re testing my ability to remain civilized,” I respond, a deflection I’m conscious of as I teeter on some unfamiliar brink where my concern for her matches my arousal.
“I’m not asking you to remain civilized. In fact,don’t.”
My eyes narrow. “What do you want?”
“I want to suck on you.”
I contemplate the request, aware of the rituals I’ll be forgoing if I let her do it this easily, without the rigorous training in submission that she so clearly needs.
“Beg,” I instruct, firmly removing her hand from my cock.
Her jaw stiffens. “I don’t see why I should beg. I want to feel you in my throat… foryourpleasure as much as mine.”
“You’ll beg because it’s a privilege to tend to my cock, Indigo. And because I require it of you. You don’t get to answer back.”
“Fine. Please help me.”
The words coupled with the fervent plea in her eyes take me aback utterly.
“How?” I respond.
She pauses. “By fucking my throat.”
My cock, standing to attention, throbs as I ache to subject her to the ritual I’ve had in mind for that insolent mouth of hers since the first day we met—the blindfold, whipping, handcuffs, feet tied, her body immobile, able to do nothing but breathe, whimper and take my cock deep down her throat over and over.
But the plea of hers unarms me, allowing to do what others could not.
“You may suck on the head,” I respond. “No more. Is that understood?”
She nods slowly and I release her hair.
“On your knees. Now.”
She drops down onto the plush mauve rug next to her bed, her breasts bouncing as her knees hit the ground, her chin lifting as her eyes do to meet mine.
Before I can give the order, she opens her mouth wide, offering me her glistening pink tongue.
“Close your mouth,” I order. “You don’t open until I order you to.”
She throws me quite the daring glower before obeying.
