Page 251 of Hunger
“You want me to come down your throat?”
“Yes.”
“Yes,what?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good. And what will you do, Indigo?”
“I’ll… swallow?” she replies, almost as if asking a question.
“You’ll swallow. And then you’ll show me your tongue. And then you’ll say ‘Thank you for coming down my throat, Sir.”
“I’ll need more training before that’s an acceptable sentence for me to utter,” she giggles.
“Oh, you’ll be getting it. But… I know part of you wants to say those words to me, doesn’t it? Part of you wants to tend to the wolf inside me, doesn’t it, Indigo?”
I wait for her answer, placing my phone on my chest and cupping my balls with my other as I work the upper half of my rock-hard dick, picturing her throat full of my greedy cock and saliva dripping down her chin as she chokes on it.
“Yes,” she replies softly. “I want to… Though…”
“Thoughwhat?”
“We’ll have to see if the mood takes me.”
I can’t help but smile at her audacity. “Once you taste my cum on your tongue, it will, Indigo. I promise you that.”
Her exhalation of pleasure has me thinking about her pussy and whether her fingers are rubbing her clit or sliding down to the little hole reserved for my pleasure.
“Now,” I continue. “I want you to put the phone on your tummy, just above your pubis, tilt your pelvis up and fuck yourself with at least two fingers so that I can hear it.”
“What?”
“If you make me repeat myself—”
“I can’t do that.”
“It’s not optional, Indigo. You do it, or I’ll be round there faster than you can hang up on me.”
“The things you ask me to do…”
“Let me hear it.”
I remain completely silent, listening out for sound, until suddenly I hear it. The squelch of her fingers pushing inside her, the slip of her tight walls opening as she fucks herself.
I close my eyes and picture her pussy wrapped around my cock, working my shaft faster and faster, the orgasm building until… I stop.
Before I come, I remove my hand from my cock, breathing deeply until the worst of the ache of frustration subsides and my cock stops throbbing.
I need to be disciplined around her. All I want to do is expose her to the savage inside me. I need to break her in gently.
“That’s enough for today.”
I hear the crackle of movement. “What?”
“No more touching, Indigo. You don’t get to come today. We’ll take care of that tomorrow. I want you aching with frustration when you see me. You’ll need to be for the uncivilized things I have planned for you.”
“Fuck,” she moans, shuddering out frustration. “This is cruelty to women. And do you always plan sex out?”