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“Degrade me,” I squeak.
He heard me. I know he did, except he tortures me further. “What was that?”
“D-degrade me,” I repeat. “Please.”
“Louder.” The tip of his shoe presses against my ass, almost where I need him the most.
“Please,” I cry out loudly. “Degrade me.”
I hear him chuckle. There’s a beat of silence that feels like an eternity. “If you want me so badly. Degrade yourself for me.”
He presses the leather against my pussy, and I push back without hesitation, grinding my clit against it.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“More,” he orders low.
I press harder, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I take my pleasure. My breathing accelerates at the same time as my harsh movements.
“That’s it, baby, cover my boot in your wetness. You’re going to be licking it clean in a minute.”
His words add a pleasure I can’t control. I rub myself like the wanton woman he’s turning me into. I buck my hips, moving closer to him. I let out a long moan I couldn’t control if I tried. But before I can bring myself to climax, he pulls away and I feel him stand up behind me.
“Turn around.”
Back on all fours, I turn around before I can consciously tell myself to.
He looks down at me from his god-like position. “You know what I want, Alex. The longer you make me wait, the longer you delay your reward.”
His pants are tented, and I lick my lips, but he clicks his tongue. “Not yet.”
I look down and see my glistening wetness on the leather of his right black boot.
“Tick tock,” he presses me.
I lower my head, my hair falling on either side of my face, and instead of killing myself over something that is clearly what I want. Instead of torturing myself for what I like and who I am, I go for it.
I flatten my tongue against the leather and run it against his boot. I lick my sleekness over and over again.
“Fuck,” I hear him hiss above. There’s the telltale of a zipper and I feel him shift.
I don’t glance up to see if he’s taking his dick out. I know he is.
Because, just like me, he can’t resist it. It eats him from the inside; it burns an unextinguishable fire in his veins.
I know there’s nothing left on his boot, and I know I licked a bigger surface than I touched, but I don’t care. It tastes like freedom. It tastes like I’m finally doing whatever the hell I want with someone I can trust.
There’s a rumble above me when I moan against the leather and kiss the wet shoe. A second later, he’s grabbing me by my shoulders and forcing me to stand up. He grabs my waist, pushing me back and lifting me to sit on his desk.
“Donotmove.” His dark voice makes me tremble, and so does the lust burning in his eyes.
He grabs a few things beside me, some that have fallen on the floor, but all I can focus on is his hard dick. His pants open, boxers slightly lowered, and his cock calling out to me.
“Don’t,” he growls, as if he knows the next thing I was going to do was grab him just so I could feel the silky skin between my fingers. So I could press the hardness against my needy pussy.
I look to the side and watch him mix colors on a paint tray. “What are you doing?” I rasp.
“Open your mouth.” That’s all I get.
