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“Now wrap your lips around your teeth.”
Again, I do as he says.
“You can use your tongue, stroke, lick, flick, roll. Don’t bite. Don’t blow. If you have to suck, do sosoftly,” he growls. “And try not to gag. You remember how to say stop if you can’t speak?”
I nod as my pulse hammers through my veins.
“Good.”
Ilya’s cockhead taps my lower lip lightly as he guides it into my mouth once more, and I brace myself as he eases inside of me, his fingers maintaining a hold on my hair, steering me and holding me in place all at once. His cock is so thick I have to work to keep my mouth open wide enough for him, and my jaw cracks with the effort. I attempt to utilize my tongue as he pushes against the back of my throat and immediately realize it’s a bad idea as I resist the urge to gag.
But Ilya releases a groan of pleasure that sends a jolt of excitement straight to my core. He doesn’t stay still for long, withdrawing to give me some much needed relief as I suck in a deep breath through my nose. And then he presses forward once again. He starts slowly, letting me acclimate to the feel of his cock in my mouth, and while each thrust hits the back of my throat, threatening to make me gag, I manage to fight down the urge. Steadily, I start to get a feel for it and even find the courage to implement my tongue once again after a few minutes.
I know I must be doing something right as Ilya’s thrusts grow quicker, more forceful, and a hiss of pleasure rushes past his teeth.
“Fuck yes,” he rasps, his grip in my hair shifting into more of a caress. “That’s it, my pet. Yes.”
My clit throbs as I feel his arousal making his cock swell further, and while the constant assault of his cockhead against the back of my throat is starting to make it sore, I’m captivated by the clear pleasure it’s bringing him.
Without warning, Ilya withdraws entirely from my mouth, and for a second, I think I’ve done something wrong again. But a deep grunt bursts from him as he grips the base of his cock, aiming it down toward my chest. Moments later, a burst of hot cum hits the base of my throat, then another and another. Sticky liquid trickles down my chest as Ilya finishes on my neck rather than in my mouth, and his breaths come in heavy bursts as his fingers soften in my hair.
“What do you think, pet, of your new pearl necklace? You ought to thank me for such a generous gift,” he says, dark pleasure dancing in his eyes.
“Thank you, Master,” I murmur, heat warming my cheeks.
Ilya holds out his hand for me, a silent offer to help me to my feet, and I place my hand in his. His strong arms bring me to a stand, and one twines around my waist, momentarily making me think he’s noticed how unsteady I am after my first attempt at a blowjob. Then his free hand cups my throbbing pussy, his palm grazing my sensitive clit as his fingers press inside me once again.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, his fingers stroking between my slick fold. “You dirty little slut, you like giving me head, don’t you?”
I bite my lip, at a loss for words as I struggle to maintain my role when he’s speaking so directly to my own physical response to his cock in my mouth. Embarrassment flames in my cheeks, and for a split second, I think Ilya might kiss me as his eyes flick down to my lips. Then his hand eases out of me as he resumes his slave master’s dark tone.
“Perhaps you’ll make an adequate pet after all,” he praises.
His arm falls away from my waist, leaving me to stand on my own two feet as his fingers encircle my wrist, and he guides me toward a table full of gadgets and toys that I have no idea how to use.
“As my slave, you’re going to learn how to use all of these, my pet.” His hand lingers over a delicate chain attached to a thin strip of leather, and after a moment, he picks it up. “Starting with this.”
Turning to me, Ilya wraps the leather strip around my throat, buckling it so that it fits like a choker necklace might. The cold metal chains make my nipples harden as they tickle across my chest. Hooking a finger beneath one, Ilya guides the end toward my taut nub, and I gasp, looking down sharply to make sense of the sudden pain. Attached to my nipple is a tiny clamp, pinching the sensitive point in a way that makes my clit throb even as I fight the urge to put an end to the discomfort.
Before I can lift a finger, though, Ilya does the same to my other nipple, attaching a second clamp so that the chains run from my collar and across my breasts to latch onto my rock-hard nipples. He tugs lightly on the chains, testing them, and a sharp cry escapes me as I take a step forward in a desperate attempt to ease the pain. A smile plays at the corners of Ilya’s lips as he reaches toward the toys once again and picks up a vibrator. Taking my hand, he places the toy in my palm.
“Lie on the bed,” he commands. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”
I should refuse. Everything in me screams that this is not who I am–not what I should want for my life. I’m a strong, independent woman who would rather die than be subservient to a man. I should feel ashamed of being with an older man, of accepting his money and letting him play with me like a literal fuck toy. And yet, I can’t ignore just how turned on I am. I want this. I like the way Ilya makes me feel, and the thought of him watching me come only arouses me more.
The pulse pounding in the tips of my nipples somehow reminds me of the pain and at the same time intensifies my pleasure, and I let that sensation occupy my brain, forcing from it all the questions of what is right and how I ought to feel about this situation. Instead, I make my way to the bed, vibrator in hand and sprawl across the silken sheets.
Ilya’s eyes sparkle with anticipation as I spread my legs, giving him a full view of my pussy as I glance down at the vibrator to assess how to turn it on. As it buzzes to life, I meet Ilya’s gaze and slowly lower the toy toward my clit. As soon as it hits my sensitive bundle of nerves, I gasp. My pulse throbs more forcefully into my nipples, making them ache, and I arch up off the bed as my arousal quickly spikes.
From the edge of my vision, I notice Ilya stepping out of his clothes before slowly approaching me, his hand on his cock, stroking it. But I’m so consumed by the euphoric sensation rippling through me with every shift of my fingers that I can’t pay him much attention at all.
“Come, my pet,” Ilya rasps.
Fuck if I can resist the smooth sound of his voice. My pussy explodes in response to his murmured command, throbbing against the vibrator as I jerk spastically with my release. When I can’t stand it any longer, I lift the toy from my clit and collapse against the bed, my deep satisfaction making my limbs heavy.
“Good girl,” Ilya praises as he kneels on the bed beside me.
Half delirious in my state of bone-deep contentment, I don’t notice at first that Ilya’s sliding something under my waist. The subtle slither of it moving over my skin slowly draws my attention, and the warmth of his hands gripping my knees–raising them up toward my breasts as he spreads my legs–brings a small frown to my face. It’s too late by the time I realize just what he’s done.
