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I hesitated before I said Daddy. Please don’t pick Daddy. I wanted to keep what we were doing completely separate from my experience at Scarlett. The last thing I wanted was to stir up any old memories while I was playing with Bash.
His eyebrow creased. “You can’t just call me Bash? Bash sounds kind of menacing and dominating, doesn’t it?”
My lip jutted out in a pout. “No, that’s what everyone calls you. It has to be special. Just for you and me.”
He leaned in and kissed me sweetly on the lips. “How about Sebastian? No one calls me that anymore. You’ve called me that a few times and I liked it.”
“Sebastian.” A lick of desire tightened my stomach. “Yes.”
His smug smile told me he was pleased with my response.
“And what are you going to call me? You can’t call me Lacey.”
He threw his head back and groaned. “Sugar tits? Juicy?”
I laughed. “If you want. Or there’re the usuals: babe, baby, kitty, bunny, pet, doll, princess, or you could go with my little fucktoy.”
His hands pulled my body forward until he could suck my breast into his mouth. He worked my sensitive nipple with his tongue for a few seconds and then popped off. “While my little fucktoy has a nice ring to it, I think I’ll keep that in my back pocket for only occasional use.” He licked my nipple with his tongue, sending a bolt of desire straight to my pussy. “I think I’m going to go with wifey. Every good wifey obeys their husband. Isn’t that right, wifey?”
“Yes, Sebastian.”
“Now slide your panties aside so I can see my wifey’s pussy.”
His words alone sent a rush of arousal burning through my veins. I slid my panties aside again. This time Bash was looking his fill. He licked his lips with his half-lidded eyes, gazing at my glistening sex.
“Would you like to fuck my mouth, Sebastian?”
Chapter 17
Bash
Yes, I wanted to fuck her mouth, but I hadn’t even dug into her box of sex toys yet. This past week, I’d spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to satisfy her submissive side the way she needed. I’d read about BDSM in general, impact play, and aftercare — all things Lacey had mentioned when we talked this week. I’d made sure I knew how her restraints worked and I watched videos on how to use the flogger, crop, and paddle safely and even practiced technique.
All the damn internet research I’d done flew right out the window the moment she offered to suck my cock. So far, I hadn’t satisfied her. She’d had no orgasms. Was she thinking this was the lamest submissive experience ever? Fuck, maybe if I let her take the edge off my throbbing dick, I could concentrate on doing this dom stuff better.
“Take my cock out, wifey,” I relented.
There was a gleam in her eye as she popped open the button on my pants and then slowly unzipped them. She started rubbing my cock through my underwear, but it wasn’t enough.
I tapped her thigh. “Get up.”
She slid off my lap and then pulled my pants and underwear down past my knees before she dropped to her knees in front of me.
I sat back against the couch cushions, getting comfortable, and spread my legs so she could kneel between them.
I slid my fingers through her hair and then grabbed her by the nape, guiding her head forward. “Make it good, wifey.” God, I was such a dick.
Being on tour, I got my dick sucked a lot — at least daily, usually more often. I’d lost the excitement I’d used to feel about getting sucked off. It’d gotten old. Hell, I got my cock sucked while I was talking to other people and barely noticed. Yeah, it felt good, but it hardly ever made me come anymore. It’d just become another form of backstage currency.
There was something wild about having Lacey’s mouth on me. She rubbed the crown of my dick along her lower lip, all the while watching me with those expressive eyes that were glazed over with desire. Pure lust shot through me with an intensity I’d never felt before, turning the blood in my veins to fire.
She took the base of my cock in a firm grip and glanced at me hungrily. I could see pre-cum leaking out of my tip, and I held my breath as I watched her tasting it with her wet tongue and smearing it all around the head of my cock and then down my shaft.
Then she really began working me with her hands in tandem with her mouth. Her lips were sucking, her tongue was swirling and licking, her fist was pumping and squeezing my shaft, and her other hand was fondling my balls. Even the gentle graze of her teeth ratcheted up the throbbing pressure that was building quickly.
She peeked up at me with those big eyes and moaned against my cock. Fuck, she was a goddess. She was sexy, playful, and intelligent. How did I get so lucky that she wanted to play these games with me?
I didn’t understand her craving to be submissive. She wanted to let go sexually and just take orders, which was so different from her personality. She could have men lined up to lick her boots and begging to service her every need if that’s what she wanted.
