Page 74 of Brutal
He lets out a low groan. “I have a few ideas,” he mumbles, “but you probably don’t want to hear them.”
“Do all of them involve me doing all the work to give you pleasure?” I ask teasingly. “Because in that case, you’re right.”
Nodding, he twists a little, tugging at the sash. It’s not enough to really pull free, but it’s enough to remind him that it’s there. “Well, yeah,” he says, like there aren’t any other options at all.
I almost suggest that we could cut it off, but in the end, I’m not cruel enough to joke about that.
“You can sit on my face if you want, first,” he offers.
I laugh out loud at that. “And that would be a terrible hardship for you?” I ask with amusement. “The worst possible torture?”
“Well, no? You might like it, though.”” He looks baffled, but I imagine this sort of exchange doesn’t happen often — or ever. I know he’s eaten women out before; he’s skilled enough at that. But I’m not sure he’d ever let someone go that far.
“You’d better do a really good job,” I say, releasing his cock. I take my shoes, leggings, and panties off but leave the dress on before moving to straddle his shoulders. “If I’m satisfied, I might ride you later.”
Drake shudders, looking up at me with a look I’ve never seen before. It’s lustful, sure, but there’s more to it.
I wonder if he’s ever submitted to anyone in his life before. I doubt it. Nobody else would have dared piss off Drake Brutal by even suggesting it, and he has far too much pride to ask.
“Yeah,” he agrees gruffly, tilting his head back.
I slide into place over his mouth, purposefully rubbing my cunt against his face. He lets out a small groan.
It might be easier if he was able to use his hands, but I’m discovering that I like him this way, tied up and at my mercy. I’ve never done this with anyone before, but it looks like I might’ve unlocked a new kink of my own.
“You know how to use your tongue, right?” I ask, then let out a soft laugh. “You can talk enough. Put it to better use.”
Another shiver runs through him, and I wonder just what he’s thinking about all of this. He’s not protesting, not fighting at all, and he angles his head so he can get to my cunt a little more easily. He’s licking blindly, and I help him by resituating myself with my clit right over his tongue.
I brace myself on the headboard and grind down while he laps at my clit. It feels surprisingly good—not the licking itself, but the fact that I’m the one in control. I haven’t been in charge of my sexual experiences at all since Giulio Pavone.
“More pressure,” I order, tugging at his hair. My face feels hot, and I don’t recognize my own voice.
He obeys, even leaning up to make sure he can give me what I’m requesting — no, demanding. His quick obedience sends a thrill through me. Big, strong, arrogant Drake Brutal has been silenced and brought to submission by me, for me. Maybe only as an apology, but… I glance down at his cock.
No, it isn’t just an apology. He’s into this, if his hard cock is anything to go by.
I moan softly when his tongue rubs just right. I could probably come from this. It would serve him right, for me to leave him aching. This shouldn’t be about his pleasure.
But maybe I do want something more substantial inside me.
I grip his hair and force his head back enough so I can look him in the eyes. “I’m going to ride you. Only until I come. If you don’t get off before that… Well, it’s not my problem. Got it?”
His eyes are glassy, dazed, and he nods. “Yeah,” he croaks out. His lips are glistening, and his entire face is red and a little blotchy, but he doesn’t seem to care. “Fuck, Mimi. Fuck.”
I shift onto the bed and pat his cheek. “Don’t think you can get away with just lying there. I want to feel your cock thrusting.” I struggle to keep a straight face as I line myself up over his cock.
Am I being cruel? Not really. This is nothing compared to what he and so many other men put me through. A little bit of sexual frustration and exertion won’t hurt him.
I sink down, groaning at the stretch.
“I don’t think I could just lie here if I tried,” he says hoarsely, his hips already starting to thrust. He’s like my very own fuckdoll, except I’m not having to do the work. His strong thighs help him fuck into me, and he groans. “How fast and hard do you want it?”
“Hard,” I respond, clenching hard around his cock. “Oh, if you do come early, I’m just going to keep going. And if your cock doesn’t get me off, I might have to punish it.”
He hisses in a breath, pupils blown as he stares at me.
Yeah, he’s definitely getting off on this. I might have to worry about him coming mid-fuck, before I’m ready, but the idea of punishing him for it would be — almost — worth it.