Chapter 60
I clench my teeth and I go rock hard when her lips open and heat surrounds my cock. She sucks me so deep I hit the back of her throat while her large expressive eyes prove her longing matches mine. I'm truly lost and far beyond the ability I need to stop this delicious torture. Her lips open wider and her tongue slides along each sensitive inch. Saliva streams from her mouth to my cock and desire racks my entire body. My eyes remain riveted while she licks me like an ice cream cone in the Mohave Desert. Her tongue's hot velvet inches along my flesh clear to my balls. My hips rise from the bed as she moves up and takes my cock inside her mouth again.
I sink my hands in her hair, spreading the length around us while keeping her delectable mouth visible while she works my dick and balls. I've experienced hundreds of blow jobs, but nothing compares to the mind-blowing mouth fuck she's giving me right now.
My balls clench tighter and the steady hum of orgasm spreads. I grasp a larger section of hair and pull her mouth away as white pearly cum covers her chin and my abs. She struggles against my hold and I loosen my grip. Her tongue slides up my length and she licks the cum from the tip of my cock while placing her hand in the sticky pool on my stomach.
"You're killing me," I tell her hoarsely. Her eyes meet mine, looking slightly alarmed at my tone.
I cover her hand, splaying her fingers further into the sticky mess. "I will never look at your mouth the same way again." I smile wickedly, no longer feeling my knee at all. I want to cover her in my scent and mark her as mine. Even though it hurts, I remind myself who she actually belongs to. This is only temporary. I shake off my doubts. Monroe gave her to me until he returns and I'm done wasting what little time we have. I roll slightly and position my right arm at the back of her neck to give a proprietary squeeze. The words come out gruff. "After I recover, I'll get condoms from my room so I can bury myself inside that amazing pussy of yours."
Her face softens, the stark lines giving way to delicate bone structure, and she smiles. It blows me away and I cherish it. She reaches for the towel that somehow remained on my knee and uses it to clean us. With a small wink in my direction, she rises from the bed, opens the bedside drawer, and removes a three-pack of condoms. Her long slender fingers grasp one of the packages. She tears it and then rests it on the bed beside us. Does Monroe have any idea what a vixen this woman is? Of course he does and probably knew it within minutes of meeting her.
With the foil package waiting for a needy dick, mine jerks to attention and I know it won't take long to fulfill the remainder of my fantasy. "I want you naked. Now," I tell her in my most intimidating Dom voice.
Her eyes go hot, scorching me with need. She stands hastily and turns away. Not going to happen. I lean over and not so gently tug her hair. "I'll watch," I tell her, leaving no room for argument.
She glances over her shoulder and her smile turns shaky. I sense the self-assurance she showed a minute ago is deserting her. Good. She needs something to shake her up. She's submissive but her earlier actions didn't show proper submissive etiquette. I may not be her true master, but she'll damn sure be submitting to my commands until Monroe returns. I wouldn't change the last thirty minutes for anything, but Angel needs a gentle reminder of who the boss is, and I need a little time to gain control. Leaning slightly to the side, I unbutton my shirt without taking my eyes from Angel's body as her clothes glide to the floor.
"Hand me the scarf," I say and nod to the nightstand. She left her hair scarf there earlier and I plan to have a bit of fun with it.
Her trembling fingers leave me smiling when she places the scarf in my outstretched hand. Grabbing her wrist firmly, I give a small tug in my direction. Her gaze, locked on my hands, slowly rises to mine.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Zach." No hesitation whatsoever.
I sit up and move so my legs are on either side of her body. Wrapping the scarf around her wrists, I pull the material tight so she can't escape.
"What's your safe word?" I ask as soon as I make the final knot.
When she doesn't answer immediately, I glance up.
"Safe word?" I repeat. "You have one, don't you?"
"No, Zack."
It dawns on me. There were no limits in the contract she made with Monroe. Damn it, Monroe knows better. "What's your least favorite vegetable?"
"Broccoli," she says with a twist of distaste to her lips.
I smile even though I didn't mean to.
She smiles back. "I hate broccoli."
I laugh because she looks so forlorn. "Broccoli is now your safe word. You had no hard limits listed in your contract with Monroe and that's a problem."
"I trust him," she answers simply.
I lift a strand of hair from her shoulder and allow the silky length to run through my fingers. "You should never trust anyone that much," I chide.
She only looks at me expectantly without replying. I move her hands out of the way and lean in close to her belly, breathing in the scent of her skin. I'm close enough to smell her arousal-musky, sweet, and delicious. I run the unshaven roughness of my chin against the soft flesh of her stomach and then circle her navel with my tongue, moving both hands to her ass. I squeeze the tight flesh until she draws in a painful breath.
"You have been a naughty sub. I don't imagine your master would let you get away with the unasked for blow job you just gave me." I peer up and notice she's looking anything but contrite.
"I think the punishment should fit your cock-sucking abilities. You do not have permission to come. I want to fuck your pussy hard and I promise to bite. Your punishment is denying yourself relief."
"Yes, Zack," she whimpers as my fingers tighten.
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