Chapter 22: Lydia
Damian releases my arms and adjusts the bench downward before assisting me off. I sink to my knees with his slight nudge to my sweaty shoulder. When I'm able to, I glance up and see that Damian's in front of me gazing down. He calls me beautiful, but really it's he who holds the title. His fierce look of pure dominant pride makes me want to kiss his feet. "Unzip my pants and take my cock into your mouth. Use your hands on my balls. I like a small amount of pain, so keep that in mind. You will drink me down and lick my cock clean." It's a command, and who am I to deny a Master?
With shaking hands, I manage his zipper. He's commando and it's near impossible to get the material to give enough. His large cock springs free when I've all but given up. I push the clinging material slightly past his hips so I can palm his balls. I squeeze just enough. If nothing else, I'm good at judging what men need to orgasm as quickly as possible or delay it for hours. Damian's fingers sink into my braid. His cock is gorgeous-long, thick, and oh so lickable. His cock is an extension of his dominance. I tighten my hold on his balls and take his bobbing dick with the other hand and my lips slip around him. I create a swirling motion with my tongue just at the head. He's impatient with my teasing and pushes my head forward, forcing me to take several inches into my mouth.
The sexy timbre of his voice echoes slightly in the room and sends shivers across my flesh. "I've dreamed of this. Your mouth is so damn hot. Suck me, baby. Use your teeth." I glance up and his head is back, his long throat tense. I think Damian enjoys pain as much as I do, and something inside me twists. Unfortunately, I don't have time to put all the little boxes in their correct departments because the cock in my mouth needs what I have to give. I pull back and nibble and then lick. Damian groans low in his throat and I add more teeth. He's mine. I increase the assault on his cock and his breath turns ragged just like mine was minutes ago. I love the dominance of a blow job, and sucking off Damian is pure pleasure. I specialize in men who enjoy pain. If only I could tie his hands and make this last for hours. Yes, hours. I'm that evil.
The hot spill of semen fills my mouth and slides down my throat. This is not something I usually do without my subs wearing a condom. I've never thought semen tasted particularly good. Or at least not until I tasted Damian. He's deliciously bittersweet with a musky tang that resonates through me.
His hands continue running over my hair while I watch the ultimate picture of pleasure transform his face from beautiful to amazing. His cock continues pumping into my mouth. When, at last, he looks down on me, I can't decipher his expression and disappointment swells. He should be shattered like I feel. Instead, he steps back and zips himself carefully inside his pants with little change in his dominant expression. He calmly moves aside and raises the spanking bench until it's higher. With a nod toward the bench, I return to my previous position. I don't think my tender flesh can take more punishment without me safe wording out of this crazy mess. He walks back to the cabinets, removes a dildo and a small black box before situating himself behind me.
"Do I need to restrain your hands?"
Damn, he isn't finished. I will regret this. "No."
His fingers travel to the folds of my pussy-spreading me impossibly wide. I'm so wet the dildo slides in effortlessly. Hell, I think I have enough lubrication to take his entire hand if he forced the issue. He places a Velcro strap around my waist and then between my legs to secure the dildo in place.
"Remember the plug needs to stay in." He walks over to a desk in the corner. The desk was so non-assuming in this den of sin that it went unnoticed until he sat down behind it. He calmly, without seeming to have a care in the world, opens the cover of a laptop and turns it on.
The look on my face must be priceless. He is kidding, right? Keeping my mouth shut at this point is impossible. I open my lips to give him a piece of my mind. He reads me perfectly and presses one long finger on the black box beside the laptop. The vibrator inside my pussy begins humming.
I arch my neck as the pleasure swells deep inside my pussy where the mind-shattering bliss vibrates. My lower belly tightens again. I gasp for air and stop fighting my body. The bastard shuts off the vibrator. Frustration makes me sag back down against the bench.
A few minutes later, I'm back in control and glance across the room. My eyes must be shooting flames.
"How does it feel?" he asks and leans farther back in his chair. "My cock has been hard since the day I met you. You remain unruffled and that tight little ass of yours keeps walking away. You do not have permission to come. I want you suffering."
"You basta...aweg." He turns the switch higher this time. My hips pump against the side of the bench. I can't think past the vibration. Another orgasm is within my grasp. This will make three. Fuck everything. I need this.
And it stops.
I'm going to kill him.
"What, nothing to say?" he taunts.
My body is on fire. No matter that I want to wrap my fingers around his throat and cut off his air supply, I need his cock inside me. Now. I no longer want to play his dominance games but damn I wouldn't mind playing a few of my own. I will handle this myself. I close my eyes and picture him naked, tied to a bed, his long thick cock at attention waiting for my mouth. Slowly, my tongue runs along the length-circling, nibbling, sucking. He's unable to touch me or control my movements and I sit up, raise my body above him, and impale myself on each sweet inch.
The vibrations start again and I plummet over the edge, screaming into the room. The heat in my veins rushes to my pussy and doesn't stop until a hard slap to my already sore derriere brings me back into the now.
"Shame on you. Bad little sub. What were you thinking?"
I open my eyes and turn my head so I'm looking directly into his dark eyes. "You," I say in a breathy post-orgasmic whisper. "I was thinking of your neck between my fingers and pressure. Your face turning blue and your eyes rolling back inside your head. Seconds before you pass out I release my hold and bury my knee deep in your groin." I allow a tight smile. "That, Master Damian, gets me the fuck off."
His laughter is deep and full and does strange things to my wrung out body. He caresses my cheek. "You know you're mine, don't you?"
His words-hot, sexy, and commanding-quiver through me. I'm not his. No. It can't happen. And sadly, a big part of me wants exactly that. While my thoughts swirl, Damian's fingers rub my clit. I'm so fucking sensitive and desire doesn't immediately flare. I've worked so damn hard to establish myself as a Domme. I've dreamed of having my own club for years. Me and Raul. I wasn't taken seriously in the beginning. I don't think Damian's ever taken me seriously. I must fight what he's doing to me.
Whether I want it to or not, my body begins responding-the wet noises from the slide of his fingers doesn't help. My orgasms have a scent that I never noticed and I like it. The taste of Damian is still on my tongue and makes a powerful combination.
He pulls the plug partially out and then moves it back in. I continue fighting and I think I'm winning until Damian's lips press against my back. The warmth of his mouth travels higher and gentle nips follow the wet kisses. He suddenly pulls my braid, lifting my head. His lips take mine and I fall over the edge. Can an orgasm start at your lips? I think it can and the delicious things he's doing to my pussy carry me along. I groan into his mouth while he plays my body like a musical instrument. My world is Damian, his lips and his fingers. I never want this to end.
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