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Damn, had she said that out loud? She hadn’t meant to. Not because she didn’t mean it, but because anything she said just seemed to give him ideas. Horrible, sexy ideas meant to drive her out of her mind.
The bed dipped as he got onto it, and she peeked to see him settling himself in a sitting position, just like the one she’d been in last night. His back rested against the leather portion of the headboard, and he was fisting his cock, watching her with glittering eyes.
“Since you’re being so polite, I’ll allow you to suck me.”
Her mouth actually watered. Damned traitorous body. Giving head was supposed to be a reward? Except she really did want to take him, any way she could get him... In her mouth, her pussy, her ass... although, to be honest, she preferred the second option.
Maybe if she was good now...
She crawled onto the bed, whimpering as her movements made her thighs brush against her mound, putting pressure on her clit. Patrick’s legs were together, forcing her to spread her own and straddle them in order to lean over his cock. Which, of course, meant she couldn’t rub her thighs together to try and stimulate her clit.
Clever bastard.
His hand was still wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping as she leaned over it.
“Keep your hands on the bed, just use your mouth. I don’t want to feel anything but your lips and tongue on my cock.” The low growling order made her pussy spasm. Forget getting off on nipple play, she was starting to wonder if she could get off on just listening to him talk dirty to her.
She licked the broad head, sweeping up a drop of pre-cum with her tongue, and he groaned. Unlike her, he didn’t have to put up with teasing. Pressing his hand to the back of her head, he pushed her down on his cock, sliding it between her lips.
The attractive, musky scent of his body filled her nose, and she eagerly took more of him. While he didn’t force her down on his cock, his hand remained on the back of her head, a constant reminder of who was in control. Lexie shuddered as he released his cock and his other hand slid under her body, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple. Her pussy rippled, trying to cum, but unable to.
Trying to ignore the needy demands of her body, she focused on Patrick’s cock, using the insistent urges to spur her into a concerted effort to pleasure him. Her head bobbed up and down as she took him deeper and deeper, relaxing her tight throat muscles and ignoring the scream of sexual frustration bubbling up inside her. The nipple he was playing with was throbbing from his attention, her pussy spasming almost non-stop, and yet she still couldn’t quite cum. The steady, low vibrations of the toys were becoming annoying in their inability to push her over the precipice.
She moaned and whimpered around the hot shaft, sucking hard and dragging her teeth very lightly along the underside. Some guys liked that, and it turned out Patrick was definitely one of them. He hissed and tensed, his fingers tangling in her hair, but he didn’t tell her not to do it... so she did it again... and again...
But he had incredible control over his body and after a few times, she felt his muscles relax as he became used to the sensation.
Whereas she was feeling increasingly desperate.
She screamed with shock and pleasure as the vibrator in her ass suddenly started pulsing, intense vibrations shuddering through her, and then nearly sobbed as it stopped.
But for all her frustration and anger at him for not letting her cum, all she did was suck his dick even harder. It was almost like an obsession. Like some part of her thought if she could just make him cum, then she’d be allowed to as well. Even though she knew it might not be true, she couldn’t shake off her hope; and that hope made her keep sucking and tonguing for all she was worth, while he started playing with the toys inside of her.
They went on and off, randomly, and at varying intensities. She would have been begging if she hadn’t had his cock in her mouth, pleading with him to stop the torment and let her cum. At the same time, she was completely and totally getting off on it, on his sadistic sexual torture and her complete lack of control over her own orgasm. Even though her body was physically crying out in need, some emotional part of her was becoming more and more sated the longer Patrick drew this out. He could see her tears, hear her pleading moans, and yet he kept her on edge, kept her waiting for his decision, and some part of her was lolling in that like a drunk cat in catnip.
She was so screwed.
Except not.
When his cock hardened, thickening, between her lips, she thought she might cum just from the pure joy that rushed through her. She relaxed her throat as best she could, sliding down, feeling it work as she swallowed and hot liquid spurted. There was a rushing noise in her ears, but even through that she could hear Patrick’s appreciative moans and the reverent way he said her name as she drank down his cum. Hands stroked her hair as she swallowed every last drop, until he finally pulled her off his softening dick.
The second he did, she couldn’t stop the words from pouring out of her mouth. “Please, please, please, Patrick... oh please, I need to cum, please, Sir, Master... oh god, please don’t make me wait...”
She found herself flipped onto her back, hands above her head and wrists pinioned by one of his hands. The other went immediately between her legs, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit as his fingers tapped against the vibrators inside of her. Ecstasy exploded and she screamed.
Sweet, needy sub.
Hearing her call him Master, without any prompting from him, was something he knew he would never forget. He’d purposefully not included a title in the contract. He liked hearing his name on her lips just as much as he liked hearing Sir. Being acknowledged as her Master... that was something to be earned, not demanded in his opinion. That she’d done so in the midst of a needy, sexual high made it all the more earnest and sincere. That was already how she saw him, as the Master of her body and her pleasure.
She’d done everything she could to please him, to pleasure him, without once trying to take over the scene. Of course she couldn’t help her pleading moans or the way her body writhed, while he was tormenting her, not allowing her to cum, but he didn’t count it against her. She hadn’t been doing it to try and top from the bottom, she just hadn’t been able to help it. But that’s all she’d done, not once trying to beg him for more.
Even when she’d finally asked to cum, that was all she’d asked for - her pleasure. He wondered if she realized she hadn’t even tried to tell him how to make her cum, she’d just begged him for her orgasm. That was how deep her submissiveness went.
Fuck she was so fucking perfect.
And fucking beautiful, as her body bowed, lips parted as she screamed her rapture. Her head thrashed back and forth, hips undulating, pressing her clit against his hand, while he pushed the vibrators deeper into her body. The crotch of her panties was soaked through. Looking down to see his large, dark hand between those slim, creamy thighs was enough to make his dick stir again. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of the beauty in the contrast of their skin colors. While he’d always been one for the visual, no matter what the contrast was, he had to admit that Lexie’s white paleness especially appealed. Or maybe it was just because it was her.
Her screams of pleasure died down to a moan, eyelashes fluttering as she looked up at him. The swollen lips of her pussy were soft against his hand as he lessened the pressure, stroking and caressing to extend the pleasure but without overstimulating her.
