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Another wave of nervousness shook me, but I persevered.
“Yes.” I replied, my voice wavering as I gave into the heat of her touch.
How could a simple word turn me on so much? If I thought I was turned on before, it was nothing compared to the thick pre-cum spreading over her fingers as she milked me, caressing me, jumping between hard and soft strokes without warning. I was so weak and open, bound to her and her desires.
“And how about this?” She stretched forward, removing her hand to make space for her heavy tongue spreading across the sensitive tip of my cock.
Before I could even think of a reply, I yelled out. The shock of her hot mouth sparked flashes behind my eyes as every part of my body went rigid and limp. My knees crashed back together, hitting her shoulders, and my elbows gave way. I fell back on the bed, shuddering and moaning.
Her mouth left me, and I felt her settling back on her heels. I felt guilty, worried I disappointed her. I shouldn’t have lost it, not until she let me. As soon as I regained control of my body, I lifted myself back up to meet her glare.
She was a fucking vision. Loose tendrils of hair floated around her face, hints of a blush forming on her cheeks. Her lips were wet with my cum, and soft pants spilled from her, but her eyes promised pain. She shoved at my knees, and I winced as she split me open again.
“I didn’t tell you to shout.”
“I’m —” I opened my mouth to apologise, and she silenced me with a sharp stab of her nails, piercing into my thighs.
“You have one more chance. Then my patience ends.” Cat’s voice was thick and smoky, and I’m sure part of her wanted me to misbehave.
She tortured me again, darting her tongue out to follow the vein on the underside of my cock from base to tip, licking my slit before taking my cockhead in her mouth, drowning me, soaking me in her heat. Only my hands fisting the bedsheets stopped me from crying out. She was relentless. The smallest of licks, the softest of touches, even scratching my shaft with the tips of her nails, all without actually sucking me. Only touching me enough to drive me wild.
“Do you like that?” My cock lay against her cheek as she looked up at me.
I choked out a cry, meeting her eyes as I replied, “Yes.” Tenderness flooded me.
Did she remember those were the exact words she used every time we made love? In the beginning, right after I took her virginity, whenever she was nervous, she would lift her mouth from my cock exactly as she was doing now, or she’d pull her fingers through mine as we kissed, or even after she lay in my arms after coming with my name on her lips, she would ask me, ‘Do you like that?’
Now, she watched me like a leopard playing with its prey, cunning as she blew a cool sigh over the base of my cock and down to my balls before biting my thigh. The pain was worth it. I’d say yes to anything she wanted. All she had to do was say the word, and I was hers. I knew that as I saw her gorgeous arse walking away from me in the office.
She didn’t give me any other choice but to say yes to her orders. I was the one who wanted to worship her, but she was stealing the show by massaging my balls and placing the smallest of kisses everywhere she could reach. I felt so adored.
She leant back. Then, in one moment that stole everything I thought I knew about her, she cupped herself and graced me with a wicked smile before she leant forward and slid her breasts down onto my cock. My legs shook, tremors racking my body as I tried to find some way to stop my cries and moans. My aching shoulders gave in, and I fell back down on the bed. She moved, tormenting me as the soft flesh of her breasts enveloped me, ruining me, killing any hope I had of containing myself. I thought she’d stop, that she’d tell me off or punish me for speaking without permission.
Instead, Cat simply teased. “Max. I want you to watch me while I’m fucking you.”
She stopped, giving me a beat to regain some shred of sanity to lift my head to look at her. I wanted her to push me up against the headboard so I didn’t have to keep trying to support myself, but I was terrified that any interruption might break the spell. Because that’s what it was. Cat was lavishing me in love, treating me, spoiling me, but how long would it last? Would she only stay if I was good? Or was she as committed to this as I was?
I finally dragged myself back onto my elbows, but I didn’t think I could last. I was coming undone, and the moment she pushed her breasts down to the base of my cock and her lips crowned my head, I shattered.
I kept my eyes on her like she demanded, but everything was exploding as she rubbed herself along my shaft, the lube working its magic as her chin dipped, and she took me as far into her mouth as she could. I was dissolving, crashing, falling all over again.
I wanted to thrust so badly, make it rough, make her hurt me, let her see me lose control as I gave into the frenzy threatening to destroy me all because of her tongue. This was her game. These were her rules. I could only grasp at the bedsheets and succumb.
I was so fucking close. There wasn’t even an edge for me to hang on to. She’d catapulted me straight over, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I wanted to shout, to tell her I was coming, warn her, but when her cheeks hollowed and she sucked me down, I shattered in this one moment where nothing existed except Cat. My back arched as I called her name, groaning like a self-satisfied motherfucker as I ignited, my cum spilling into her mouth.
So much for showing her I’d changed.
I could barely get out a breath as I felt her swallow, drinking me down enthusiastically. I kept watching her. Her head rose, my cock popping free from her mouth and between her breasts. She lifted a thumb to her lips, wiping away the evidence of my crime.
I’d fucked up. I had one fucking chance, and I’d ruined it. I bit my lip, hoping she could forgive me, but I knew there was no way she would. She’d hated me for ten years, and she’d been looking for excuses to punish me since we first met again. She hadn’t even finished her special treatment, and I’d ruined it. From the way her lips were unfolding into a smile, I could tell I was in for it.
She tutted, shaking her head, loose tendrils of chestnut hair settling on her cheeks as she sat back “You couldn’t wait, could you?”
I wanted to show her I could still obey, even though I’d fucked up. It felt worse saying no, but I pushed the word out through heavy lips. “No.”
I didn’t move. I didn’t know what might set her off, but from the tremor of excitement rushing through me, I was tempted to try, see what she might unleash on me.
She was a fucking hurricane, and even in the post-orgasm haze, she was sweeping me away. I didn’t want to miss a second of whatever she was planning. She could tell herself she was getting revenge, giving me what I deserved, but she loved this as much as I loved her.
