Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
With her two fists now stacked on top of each other, she only has about four inches of my length to take into her mouth—clever girl. It makes me smile that she figured out how to pleasure more of me without actually having to take me down her throat. She thinks I’ll be fooled by this trick, I’m sure, and when we’re more established, I’ll set her straight. She’ll be reprimanded for not following my direct order—which was to show me just how deep she could take me in her mouth, not how much of me she could stimulate at once with both her hands and mouth.
I will give her credit though. From her concentrated expression—gone is that relaxed, almost blissed-out look from earlier—and the tug of her head I feel against her hair wrapped around my hand, it shows she actually is trying to push herself, to take more of my thick inches as she slides both her fists down my shaft as far as they will go. But then she gives in to her need for oxygen and slides back up and off me quickly to gasp in a breath.
The whole scene is sexy as fuck, the little sub trying so hard to please me past her actual level of comfort, the sound of her sharp inhale, the sight of her swollen wet lips still parted to take in more air, the sheen of saliva around her mouth—which I see she’s lifting a hand to wipe away. But with my tight grip still on her hair, I stop that from happening when I pull her up toward me, a little squeal coming out of her as she falls forward, her wet hands landing flat against my chest to catch herself. Yet when I wrap my other arm all the way around her back and squeeze her tightly at the same time I tug upward on her hair, her arms buckle as all that soft, warm, naked flesh of hers presses tightly to my front, and I steal our first kiss from her cock-reddened mouth.
The feel of those deliciously messy, pillowy lips against my own is enough to pull another growl from my chest, and I dip my tongue into her mouth so for just a split-second taste. I feel her try to match my kiss, to meet my tongue with hers, but I don’t allow it. I tease her, using my mouth to make her desperate for more. I suck her bottom lip between mine, biting gently but firm enough it makes her gasp, and with her mouth open, I swipe inside with my tongue again, making her give chase with hers once more, only to come up against my closed lips, which I press to hers one final time once her tongue retreats back behind her teeth. I can tell my actions both arouse and frustrate her, and she grows even more frustrated when it clicks in her mind there’s absolutely nothing she can do about it.
She’s submitting, and trying to take control of the kiss to force my lips and tongue to dance with hers in a gracefully choreographed way she probably got used to with anyone else she’s ever kissed would go against everything she wants between us, because she’d be topping. Totally out of her jurisdiction.
But all that frustration leaves her body the second I speak against her lips, “I’m so proud of you, little one. You did so good. Excellent for the first time ever sucking my cock.” She melts against my chest, and I let go of her hair and tighten both my arms around her, since the tension leaving her muscles makes her go soft and start to slide down my front. “Such a good girl for me. Such an obedient little sub already. And if you let me, I’ll train you to be perfect, everything I could possibly ever want or need, sweet princess. Would you like that?”
She’s gone even more lax the longer I’ve spoken in my deep but clear voice, softened until her face is now nuzzled into the crook of my neck, where I feel her breaths evening out, and she nods.
I find my hands running up and down the long, smooth, naked line of her back. I don’t know when they started the firm but soothing back-and-forth motion of their own accord, but the effect it’s having on the submissive I suspect more strongly than ever is a “little”—as in the counterpart to a Daddy Dom—brings me a sense of power that wielding whips and chains never could. Because the woman now blanketing me, more relaxed and anxiety-free than I’ve ever seen her or heard her talk about being, is telling me without words how much she wants and needs this… needs me.
She didn’t want to give anyone else the chance to feel this deep sense of worth she’s providing me in this moment. Said it herself—I’m the only one she was pulled toward, attracted to. I’m the only one she was willing to risk getting hurt over.