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“What’s our ritual going to be, Sir?”
“When I tell you it’s time to service my cock, you will first unbutton my pants with your hands. Then you’ll lower the zipper with your teeth. You may use your hands to take my cock out, but you’ll apply the condom with your mouth.”
Josslyn’s pussy clenched in reaction to the words.
“However, after that, you’re going to plug your own ass.” He reached under the ottoman, then held up a small silver plug. The base of the plug had a large O-ring set in it, and two silver chains were clipped to the ring. The other ends of the chains had matching clips.
“You’ll lube with whatever lube I deem appropriate, then insert it yourself. Once it’s in, you’ll either clip your cuffs to the chains if you’re already wearing some, or first put on cuffs, then clip them into place.”
Josslyn opened her mouth, realized she didn’t know what to say, and closed it. Then quickly opened it again. His lips twitched in a smile at that.
“Once you have the plug in your ass, and your arms secured to the plug, you’ll turn around, put your forehead on the floor, and spread your ass cheeks so I can see that the plug is properly inserted. Then, finally, you’ll turn back around and either suck my cock, or have your face fucked.” One shoulder raised in a half shrug. “Whichever I prefer. Any questions?”
“What…what if I can’t reach to clip the cuffs?”
He held up the plug, showing off the chains. “There’s enough length that you’ll be able to bring your hands together in front of you. These are only meant to prevent you from using your hands on my cock.”
“What did you mean by ‘whatever lube I deem appropriate’?”
This time he smirked. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” He rose, disappearing for a moment to grab a floor pillow. He tossed it down then moved to where she could see him. “Josslyn, I’m going to use your mouth.”
Still reeling from the instructions for the ritual, she gingerly rolled off the ottoman onto the concrete floor. He held the plug loosely in one hand and had positioned himself with his toes touching the edge of the cushion.
Only a few feet separated them, so she crawled over on her hands and knees. She thought she heard Master Ben mutter something, but the metal pieces on the suspension cuffs clicked against the concrete floor, loud enough that she missed whatever it was he’d said under his breath.
She crawled onto the pillow, then sat back on her heels, carefully spreading her knees. She raised her chin, but didn’t lift her gaze higher than his waist.
“Sir, may I?”
“Yes.”
Carefully, she unfastened his belt and the button beneath. She could feel the hard length of his cock under her fingers.
She gingerly folded the flap of fabric that covered the zipper aside, holding it there. This might be against the rules, but she had never tried to lower a zipper with her teeth before, so she’d accept any punishment for using her hands if it meant that she was able to complete the second step of the ritual.
Her nose and chin pressed into the fabric of his slacks. He smelled like warm fabric and a little like sex, which probably meant his cock was already leaking pre-cum. It took her a few tries to flip up the tab of his zipper with her tongue, then hold it there until she could bite it with her front teeth. Once she had it, she moved her hand out of the way and started to tug the zipper down.
With his hard cock pressing against his pants from the inside, it took her longer than she thought. Once, the zipper slipped from her teeth, and she had to scramble to tongue it back into her mouth. Master Ben made several low, masculine noises as she was fumbling around, essentially tonguing and biting his cock through the barrier of fabric.
Once it was down, she sat back, licking her lips.
“Hurry, please.” Master Ben’s words came out through his teeth, and for a moment she froze, worried he was angry. Then he took an unsteady breath, and she realized he wasn’t angry; he was on the edge of coming.
The fact that she could make him feel this way, that she could bring him close to the edge of his own orgasm, was empowering.
“Through the boxers, or pull them down, Sir?”
“Down.” He nearly bit off the word.
Josslyn carefully pulled on the front of his boxers, easing the elastic down with one hand while the other reached inside, grasping his cock.
He was hot and hard. The moment her fingers closed around his dick, it jerked in her hold, reacting to her touch.
She worked his pants and boxers down his hips, exposing a band of bare flesh. His cock jutted out from thick, dark hair. The tip of his dick was already wet, as she’d suspected.
Master Ben took something from his shirt pocket, then ripped the packet open. He prepped the condom, pinching the tip, then placed it at the head of his dick.
She didn’t wait.
