I knew we wouldn't have long, but my only goal was to give Him a small sliver of peace and calm. I hadn't felt well earlier, and He'd had a brutal day. When He called to tell me He was on His way to pick me up to take me to Stamford, the tension I'd felt all day began to recede. After a long fight with city traffic, we finally laid in bed. For over an hour we talked in hushed voices about important things and the little, content to just be. My hands ran over my Lion in constant slow soothing strokes. Eventually the tension faded a bit from His voice, His face, His motions.
That's all I wanted. All I needed. I'd brought Him back from the frustrating place He'd been battling with every day since He'd last seen me.
When His phone began to buzz incessantly with a call, He got up to check in case it was important. With a polite but unnecessary apology to me, He answered and immediately the melody of His native tongue sang in my ears. ~sigh~
I perched myself next to the window to simply absorb the words, the cadence, the highs and lows and even the energy of His movements that always took hold when He fully immersed himself in conversation with one of His homeland friends. I settled in at ease to be a silent witness of Him.
After a few minutes He closed the few steps to me. He continued speaking, but His eyes seemed to assess me. His free hand grazed my jaw and then His fingers wrapped lightly around my throat teasing.
I sighed and kissed the skin above His wrist. In a rare form of restraint I held back my sexuality. I knew His week had been one demand after another. I didn't want to be the next.
Yet, the small act of Him standing, towering above me as He took a call and gently continued to grab and toy with my throat teased at my submission.
The first warm wave slipped over me, and my thirsty soul lapped it up in relief.
Maybe some subconscious part of me understood what what my ears could not translate. I remained ignorant and simply let myself enjoy the sweet solace of my submission. It had been a minute since I'd felt the gentle kiss of its soft warm surrender.
His hand released my jaw and slipped under my neckline to grab and play with my heavy breast. My eyes fluttered closed. He took often, and it never failed to seduce me. The sight and feel of Him reaching boldly under my clothes whenever the fuck He wanted always demonstrated His Right to me. I never interfered. I simply followed.
Another wave of submission washed over my mind and emotions.
I sighed and followed where He led us. My hand slid up His thigh to find Him hard and ready beneath His jeans. Damp heat flooded my cunt, and my sexuality broke away from the fragile thin leashed I'd put around it. Not in selfish greedy. A simple urgent drive to please Him fueled me.
My hand went to His belt and pulled it half opened. He shifted His angle to make the task more difficult, but His energy was more in an effort to stay focused on His conversation than in refusing me. I smiled at the game, stroked His hard length, and tried again.
He held out the phone. "Say hello. I've told Him about you. I shared your pictures with him first."
That was the very last thing I expected Him to do. I shook my head, trying to shake off my confusion, but suddenly the phone was in my hand.
"I'm going to share you with him someday," He promised.
My head swam a little, and I started blankly at the screen.
"Say, 'hello,'" He said as He slipped His hands in His pockets.
I watched almost detached as my hand lift the phone toward my ear. "Hello," I said and cleared my husky voice, thick with building lust for Him. "I hear we may meet at some point," I continued, but I don't remember any more of the little bit of light banter we shared. Even though He'd discussed sharing me plenty of times before, talking to another openly about the possibility made my mind splinter dizzily.
My submission dragged me deeper under its dark embrace.
After I handed Him back the phone, my attention and fingertips shifted immediately back to the bulge hidden beneath denim. My desire to give was mounting by the second. I was no longer a choice. I gave in to instincts.
His hand sank into my cropped hair. With a long steady pull additional flickers of heat climbed down my spine to fuel the fire growing in me.
Mmmmm...another warm wave of submission drenched me. High tide was coming in. Or maybe a tsunami.
Both my hands unbuckled His belt.
Urgent.
Fingertips slid down His zipper.
Intent.
Yes.
Almost.
That tiny button of His boxers.
Shit.
Focus.
Focus.
Done.
Yes...Oh fuck yes...
The blessed relief of His warm smooth skin finally in my hand.
Carefully...
Shift...
Oh...yes...
Oh...yes..
There.
My hands released His beautiful hard dark meat from His soft boxers.
I HAD to suck Him.
Now.
Now.
NOW.
In gratitude.
In submission.
In blind fucking need to taste Him.
Instinct.
Primal.
Earthy.
My long fingers wrapped around Him mid-length, and I brought that gorgeous fat head to my hungry thick lips to encase it in the hot wet inferno of my mouth. I could have cried at the peace I felt in that moment.
Yes. This...His dick in my mouth. Against my tongue. To give Him. To show Him.
My mouth worked over His head. A taste. A lick. A suck. A caress. A lip massage. Another harder more insistent suck. Over and over I danced my mouth over Him in dozens of different combinations. Saliva pooled in my mouth. A long slow suck just over the lip of His head. I looked up while my tongue simultaneously lashed against the bulb.
Head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, He was momentarily held in rapture of His Whore's service. The phone was still at His ear, but I'm not sure if He heard a single word His friend spoke.
He looked down at me and tightened His grip in my hair. "Fuck you," He whispered.
I smiled. "Fuck you," I whispered against the tip of His dick before I swallowed that head again.
I didn't care. I didn't care about anything else in that moment. To give such pleasure to my King was my single purpose in existing. I closed my eyes and suckled on Him, my lips rhythmically massaging from the tip back over that ridge of sensitive flesh.
He dragged me off His dick by my hair and backed away a few steps, but instincts and wickedness drove me. Maybe it was the sexiness at sucking Him while another spoke. I don't know. I simply persisted. He hadn't given me a real no. This unspoken game had us both ready and eager for every round.
Falling to my knees I crawled to where He stood in the middle of our room with His hard dick exposed.
He grabbed my hair again to restrain my advance.
I arched my neck and stretched my tongue as far as it could go. My pink tongue's very tip danced with His bouncing head while He continued His conversation. I strained to get closer uncaring at the objection of my scalp. When His arm relaxed a bit, I lunged, and my mouth latched onto His cock to suck viciously while my tongue stroked and massaged.
I still didn't have enough of Him.
I shifted my weight.
I inched my knees closer.
Anything.
Anything.
Anything to get more of Him between my fucking lips.
The second He let go of my hair completely, I drove myself down on His meat like a demon possessed until the back of my throat protested. My lips closed around Him, and I drenched every inch of His dick in wetness. I wanted Him hot and slick. My tongue dragged up and down His rod frantically before I rose up to suck and slurp His tip.
My fist grasped Him, and I stroked the full length of His rock hard cock. My head twisted as I work every angle. Nips. Licks. Then I'd slide down again to the base, so I could keep Him nice and wet. Every taste of Him merely made me hungrier.
After another deep thrust coating Him in another layer of hot saliva, I began to pump His wet dick. Slow. Tight. As I slurped and sucked the top third. Faster and faster I pumped. The harder I sucked. I looked up at my King.
His face told of His silent pleasure. His agony. His torment. I was once again His goddess and His whore, on my knees delivering Him unquestionable ecstasy.
I almost came from the look on His face.
I drove myself once again onto Him. Over my tongue. Against the roof of my mouth. To the back of my throat. I paused, then nudged further, and swallowed...squeezing His head in my throat's intimate tight grip. A slow measured breath through my nostrils allowed me to keep His sensitive flesh where reflexes fought my every effort. I swallowed again...that grip around His flesh. Hot breath skittered across sensitive fragile skin. Swallow:grip.
Slow...breath...
Swallow:grip.
Slow...breath...
That last.
Fucking.
Inch.
Swallow:grip.
Choke.
Choke.
Chooooooooooke.
Gasping for breath I tore myself from His hard rod but immediately began to fuck Him with my mouth. Quick. Deep. Staccato strokes.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. This. Yes. This.
I lifted my eyes again to Him.
Gone was the kind, light-hearted, optimist. Gone was the aggressive, confident Dom. Something altogether different rose above me, and I met the cruel hungry gaze of a Predator fearlessly. That dark beast I'd once glimpsed at now had me in His sights.
My own beast roared in my head and rattled her cage. I squeezed my thighs together, ready to cum.
His fist dug into my scalp and pulled me away from Him.
Saliva dripped from my swollen lips and open mouth. There was no doubt I looked like the whore I was.
He still held the phone to His ear. "My friend is stressed. You're going to suck His dick tonight."
I whimpered, and my eyes fluttered shut.
"Do you understand?"
I whimpered again unable to form words.
"Do you understand?" He asked shaking my head a fraction through His grip in my hair.
My eyes snapped open and met the hard intense gaze of the only Beast who had ever let my own monster out of its cage. My gaze held no doubt or hesitation. "Yes, Sir. I understand," my own beast answered.
~DominaKat
Continued...Part II
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