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“Gianna.” I give her a warning look. “If you keep this up, you won’t get to come at all today. Not even if you do a good job with my cock. Do you understand?”
She nods, her eyes downcast, and I wait for a brief moment. I want to give her a chance to back out if this is all too much—if she’s not enjoying it. But I can see the way she’s fidgeting in her seat, and I know all of this is turning her on.
“Now.” I take a step back. “You can stay seated while I quiz you,tesoro. You’ll be down on your knees long enough while I teach you to make me come with your mouth. Did you see the parts of the lessons that I highlighted for you? The notes I left?”
Gianna nods, looking at me with a prim, studious expression that sends a fresh jolt of desire through me, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She came in to see me wearing exactly what I’d hoped she would, knowing her as well as I do—a pleated black skirt that’s just a bit short, a pink button-down chiffon shirt, and knee-high socks with heels. I’m desperately hoping that she doesn’t have panties on underneath the skirt, so that I have an excuse to punish her for that, too.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, and I give her an approving smile.
“What should you do in the mornings, Gianna?”
“If I wake up first and you’re hard, I should wake you up with my mouth. Gently, so you don’t come too soon, and you can tell me if you want me to finish you like that, or some other way.”
“Very good. And if I wake up first?”
“Then, once I am awake, I should ask you if you need to come before you begin your day, and how.” Her voice is soft and sweet, proudly reciting every answer. I have no doubt if I went upstairs, I’d find notecards in a pile by the bed with Gianna’s pretty handwriting scrawled across them.
“Verygood, sweetheart. And what do you do if there’s a day when you feel like you don’t want to do this? If you need a break?”
“We’ll come up with a word or phrase, and I’ll tell you. It’ll mean that I need a little vacation, and I won’t be punished for not doing the things we normally do.” She bites her lip. “Except I’m still not allowed to make myself come.”
“That’s right.” I nod firmly. “That’s the one rule that doesn’t change, Gianna. Your pussy and your orgasms are mine. So long as we are together, and in this dynamic, you may not touch yourself or come without permission, no matter what.”
“I understand, sir.” There’s a slight quiver in her voice, and I can tell it’s from desire, not disappointment. Of all the things she’s learned about so far, my control of her orgasms seems to be the one that turns her on the most.
“And if you can’t wait to come? What do you do,tesoro?”
“I come and find you, and ask you if I may. If I’ve been good, then you might give me instructions on how I can come, or ask me to do it while you watch. If I’ve been bad, then you might tell me no.”
“And if you’ve beenverygood, orverybad?”
Gianna bites her lip. “If I’ve been very good, then you might take the time out of your day to make me come with your fingers or tongue or cock. You might even ask which I want. If I’ve been very bad, then you might punish me for asking by making you come without any relief for myself, or making me watch you come without my own orgasm, or preventing me from coming for more time.” She licks her lips nervously, and I take a slow breath. Just hearing her say the wordcockhas me leaking pre-cum, throbbing against my fly. It’s difficult to keep control of her—that’s my task, as much as hers is submission. Holding back, in order to stay in line with the dynamic we’ve chosen.
“You’re doing so well. One more question, sweetheart, and then we’ll move on for now. Does a punishment always mean you’ve been bad?”
She shakes her head. “Sometimes you just need to remind me that you can. And sometimes it’s for your pleasure.”
“Very good.” I motion to the rug. “Down on your knees, sweetheart, and keep your hands in your lap for now. I’m going to teach you how I want you to use your mouth.”
The anticipation in Gianna’s eyes is almost too much. She sinks onto her knees obediently, looking up at me wide-eyed as I step closer, directly in front of her. “Undo my belt,dolce, and take down my zipper. Slowly.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers. Her fingers nimbly undo my belt, sliding the leather free, and I have a momentary vision of bending her over the chaise, taking my belt to her ass for some infraction.God,I want to belt her ass red and then fuck her there,I think, and my cock throbs against her fingers, making me grit my teeth against the wave of lust. We have plenty of time for things like that—first, Gianna needs to learn the basics. I want to take it all slow with her—I never want to frighten her or push her too far, no matter my own desires.
When she draws down my zipper, my cock nearly springs out, bulging out of the gap in my boxer briefs. Gianna wets her lower lip with her tongue, waiting expectantly with her hands against my thighs, and I groan.
“You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” I murmur. “You can take my cock out,tesoro.Just fingers for now. Stroke me a little, sweet girl. Get used to having me in your hand.”
Just the touch of her fingers is almost enough to undo me. She slides me free, her hand cool and soft against the heated throb of my straining cock. Her fingers slide up the shaft, teasing the head almost exactly the way I showed her that night when I jerked off for her in the library. She’s frowning in concentration, the little line that forms between her brows so adorable that I want to kiss it, and for a moment, I consider simply laying her back on the sofa, raising that too-short skirt, and sliding myself into her wet heat.
This is as much about your control as her obedience,I remind myself, at the same moment that her hand wraps around me, and I moan.
“Gently,” I remind her. “Long, slow strokes. Rub your thumb over the tip—oh,fuck, Gianna, just like that.” The pressure of her thumb is perfect, sliding over the sensitive, swollen tip and against the soft flesh beneath, and she bites her lip, smiling at the praise.
“Can I use my mouth now?” she asks softly, almost pleading, and for a moment, I think I’m going to lose control, and come before she ever touches me with her lips.
“Yes, sweetheart, you may.” I slide my hand through her hair, gently guiding her mouth to my cockhead. “Slowly, at first. Careful of your teeth,dolce. Just trace it with your tongue a little—fuck—”
It’s been longer than I’ve ever gone in my adult life since I’ve had a mouth on my cock last. Nothing could have ever topped this moment—Gianna on her knees in my office, her pretty, innocent face upturned, hopeful for my praise as she laves my cock with her tongue for the first time. It’s warm and soft and wet, circling my tip with small fluttering licks, the tip of it tracing the veins and brushing over that soft spot. She tilts her head, wrapping her hand around the base as she licks up the sides of my cock like a fucking ice cream cone. While in normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be anything close to enough stimulation to make me come, in this particular set of circumstances, I’m already on the edge.
