I hurried, now, letting my skirt drop to the floor as I rushed my top and bra straight over my head. The pantyhose, if you could still call it that, didn’t exactly put up a fight as I ripped what remained of it off me. And then I knelt, eyes closed, facing the window. I let my knees fall apart and my chest rise and fall, my thighs already wet with the thought of what came next. As I moved my hands to my head to tie my hair, I thought about dabbing at my lipstick but thought better of it, instead quickly sweeping a finger under each eye to clear up my eyeshadow.
The door handle clicked and he was behind me again, stroking the back of my neck and tracing the top of my spine with his thumb. I let my head fall back every so slightly and moaned quietly as his touch sent electricity down my body. My pussy was throbbing now and my pulse thundered in my chest and in my ears. “Oh, you’re so good. It doesn’t come naturally to you, defiance. Obedience suits you so much better.”
He stood in front of me and loosened the buckle on his belt. He’d taken off his shirt already, and now he lowered the zipper on his trousers and allowed his hard cock to languish a few inches from my face. His cock was beautiful, I’d always thought. I only ever really saw it erect, and every time I did see it, I wanted to wrap my hands around its length. I wanted to press my body against it, to kiss it, to feel it pushing into my pussy. Instead, I waited, hands on head, for instruction. Obedience.
“You’re going to get those lips all the way here.” He pointed at the nearly shaven skin at the base of his cock, tracing a line which I was to reach. “And when you get there, you’re going to stay there.”
“May I use my hands, Sir?” I dared to look up at him, my blue eyes meet his dark gaze. He held our eye contact, the tension crackling between us.
“Yes darling girl, you may.”
I was grateful, as my shoulders were already starting to ache. I put my hands on the top of his thighs and kissed down the length of his cock. I licked gently, moving my hands to help set the rhythm I knew he preferred. Not too fast, but never stopping for a break. He didn’t like to see me trying to catch my breath when I was meant to be sucking his cock. Gradually, I worked his cock deeper into my throat, massaging him into me. My saliva thickened as I took more and more of his length, making it easier and easier to take him deeper. After another minute or so, I let my hands fall back to his thighs. I was nearly there, at the base of his cock. My nose was beginning to bump against his skin. I could hear his breathing, slow and deep, the occasional groan slipping out. He didn’t like me to see or hear his pleasure; he liked being a closed book but tonight I knew that he was proud of me.
He pushed his hands into my hair. Several of my curls had fallen loose from the tie and I could feel him collecting them between his fingers. “Look at me. Let me see those eyes.”
I paused, struggling to look upwards with so much of his cock in my mouth and throat. My eyes were watery. He liked it when I teared up. He tightened his grip and pulled my head to meet his body, my lips finally where they were meant to be. He held me there, lips making a perfect O around his cock, and I felt the panic rise up my body. It felt suffocating.
“Breathe. Use your nose.”
I gagged as I tried to collect myself, catching breaths through my nose through the fear. His grip stayed firm. I could breathe, just. One, two. In, out.
“Look. At. Me.”
Oh, god. This was so hard. There was fire in his eyes; he was angry at having to repeat a command. Hot tears ran down onto my ears as I forced myself to hold his gaze. His jaw was clenched, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sight of me. Still struggling to stop myself from gagging any more, I couldn’t help but whimper and moan as he held me this way. They sounded even more pathetic muffled by his cock, and I could feel myself desperately, silent pleading with my eyes for him to show mercy.
“Better.”
And then he pushed his hips forward, only by a few centimetres. My throat felt ablaze. I couldn’t breathe, and the panic combined with knowing I was being such a good sub had my pussy aching, dripping. My thighs were soaked. He let out a series of small moans and sharp exhales and I felt his body jostle, warm cum sliding down my throat. I gagged again, choking out of my nose. He let me go and I fell backwards gratefully, catching desperate breaths. It was like surfacing from under water. He was still cumming and kept close to me, finishing off his final strokes against my face. I caught ragged breaths, letting his cum mixed with my saliva trail out of my mouth. I didn’t have it in me to wipe it away.
In the dim light of my living room, I took in the sight of him standing over me, still working his dick in his hand. Dark hair, darker eyes, and a smear of Rouge Libre all around his cock.
“I think we ought to clean you up, darling. Your lipstick’s a bit smudged.”
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