Page 42 of Dark Seduction
Just as I'm teetering on the edge, breathless and desperate, he stops. A groan escapes me as he scoops me up in his strong arms and carries me to the bed. Gently, he sets me down, his hands quickly working to slide my panties off and toss them aside.
His breath is hot on my skin as he kisses his way down my body, lingering on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his lips teasing closer and closer to where I need him most.
When his mouth finally meets my pussy, I almost leap off the bed. His tongue is relentless, exploring every fold and crevice. He licks up and down, then circles my clit, each movement more tantalizing than the last. I'm moaning and writhing, my hands fisting the bed sheets, as he brings me back to the brink.
"I'm going to come," I gasp out, barely able to get the words out.
"Now," he commands, his voice rough with his own arousal. He intensifies his efforts, his tongue flicking faster. It's all the encouragement I need. My entire body tenses, and then I'm tumbling over the edge into a blinding orgasm, crying out his name.
The waves of pleasure are prolonged and intense, leaving me shivering and spent under his skilled touch.
He rises from the bed, his erection clearly outlined against the fabric of his slacks. He looks down at me with a stern expression. "You've been a bad girl," he says, his voice low and commanding.
I furrow my brows, puzzled. "What did I do?"
He steps closer, the intensity in his eyes almost palpable. "You forgot to call me sir," he states.
I swallow hard, a thrill running through me. "What's my punishment?" I ask sweetly, my voice mischievous.
He pauses, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I'll need to think about it," he muses. "But for now, I want you to suck me off."
I can't help but grin back; that sounds more like a treat than a punishment.
I reach for his belt, unbuckling it with nimble fingers. Sliding down his zipper, I free his erection from the confines of his slacks. My pulse races as I take in the sight of his long thickness, my body responding with a familiar ache.
I start by kissing the tip, my tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum that has formed. The salty-sweet flavor makes me eager for more.
Slowly, I take him into my mouth, savoring the weight and heat of him as I begin to suck. My hands roam up his thighs as I work, my actions deliberate and eager, fully intent on showing him just how much I enjoy this.
I indulge him fully, taking him deep into my mouth, relishing the way he fills me. My hand wraps around the base of his shaft, stroking in rhythm with the movements of my lips. Occasionally, I shift my focus, descending to tenderly suck and lick his balls, drawing a deep, approving growl from him.
The taste of him is intoxicating, a mixture of man and arousal that drives me wild. I can feel his pleasure building, his body tensing under my touch. My own desire increases with every moan he emits, pushing me to take him in even deeper, to give him as much pleasure as he gives me.
Eager for the climax, for the warm burst of his release in my mouth, I double my efforts, sucking him with a fervent intensity. But just as he nears the edge, as I anticipate the reward of his seed, he firmly pulls me away from his cock.
Confused but still caught in the heat of the moment, I look up at him, my breath heavy, my lips swollen from my exertions.
I'm ready to protest, to ask why he stopped, but the commanding look in his eyes tells me this is just another part of his control, another element of our play. And so, I wait, breathless and eager, for what comes next.
I can't resist a cheeky grin as he looks up at me, the lines of his face softened with desire. "Was that my punishment?" I tease, "Because if so, I’m going to have to be bad more often."
His fingers deftly unhook my bra, sending it fluttering to the floor. He pulls me to my feet, and his mouth finds my breasts,kissing and suckling with a heat that stirs deep arousal within me. I can't help but sigh, my body responding intensely, almost enough to bring me to the brink of another climax just from his attention to my nipples.
"No," he replies, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That was just the beginning of it. Get on all fours."
"Yes, sir," I respond instantly, the title slipping out naturally now. I turn and assume the position he requested, aware of his gaze devouring the view of me presented to him.
I revel in the thought of how much he enjoys watching me and I wonder what he plans to do next.
His command is firm, tinged with an edge of control that sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. "I'm going to spank you," he states clearly, "and I want you to ask for it."
Nervously excited, I comply. "Please spank me," I breathe out.
"Please, sir," he corrects.
“Please spank me,sir.”
He delivers each spank with precision, the sharp slaps echoing in the room, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. The stings blur into a warm, arousing heat that pools low in my belly, and I find myself on the edge of climax, breathless from the intensity.