to lift my head, to form a reply, but his hand directed me again.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Hold.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Hold.
The third time he held me down, I deep-throated him, delighting in the way his body jumped, the way he grasped at the back of my neck.
“Keep doing that, baby, and you’re going to make me—”
I deep-throated again. Twice. A third time. A shudder raced through him, and as he gasped for air, I swallowed, going down on him as much as I could until there wasn’t a single drop left.
“Oh my God…” Dylan exhaled and removed his hand from the back of my neck. He leant forward, his lips brushing my ear. “I felt a tooth.” He growled ever so slightly, but it was more than enough to make my shoulders bunch up from his disappointment.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I murmured, closing my eyes as I counted the seconds between now and when he spoke again.
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice gentler than before. His hand rested on my cheek. “You’re still learning. Don’t let it happen again.”
I sighed with relief, and even though his disapproval was still in the back of my mind, it wasn’t nearly as strong. I’d made a mistake, which was unfortunate, but almost always expected with new subs—or so I’d been told.
“I won’t, Master,” I said, and covered my teeth with my lips as if to prove to him—to both of us—that it would never happen again.
“Good girl. Come here.”
After taking a steadying breath, I accepted his invitation, sitting on the cushion beside him, my head resting on his chest. Using one hand to replace his boxers and fend off the chill in the room, he kept the other at the small of my back. His heartbeat thrummed in my ear, lulling me into a trance as I struggled to hold on to his taste. His smell. Don’t forget this moment.
Dylan lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine, parting them moments later with his tongue, tasting what I’d just tasted. I arched my back and moaned when he deepened the kiss. His hunger only seemed to grow the longer we sat there, tangled in each other’s arms. I was pretty sure by now that my hair was a complete mess.
When Dylan broke the kiss, we were both breathless. “I think…” He paused and drew in a deep breath. “I think it’s best if we take this somewhere else, don’t you?”
I wasn’t sure if he was my teacher now, or my Master, but I bobbed my head anyway. If he’d allow it, I would’ve taken him right there, but I had a feeling that once we started we wouldn’t be able to stop, and there were probably other Doms waiting for the room.
After prising me from his arms, Dylan stood and fixed his pants. He helped me with my hair, then guided me back outside. There, we got into our separate cars, and I followed him home.
Chapter Four
A petite brunette, whom I could only guess was Marnie, was waiting for us just inside the door when we reached his condo. She bowed her head to Dylan, accepting his jacket, which she folded over one arm. Then, smiling at me, she nodded and held out her hand, gesturing for me to go with him.
“Will you be needing anything, Master?” Marnie called from behind us.
Dylan waved a hand. “I’ll call on you if we should need your help.”
With that, the footsteps following me stopped, and we continued through the lower level of the house. I’d ordered myself as soon as we’d walked in through the door to keep my vision on the ground, but as my nerves balled in my stomach I decided to take my chances and I looked up just enough to see we were heading towards a kitchen.
I relaxed, but the knot in my stomach wound a little tighter when Dylan stopped in the middle of the hallway, where there was a door on either side of us.
“I’m going to grab some water out of the kitchen,” Dylan began. “You can use the bathroom if you want. It’s to your right.”
I nodded, if only to myself, and quickly ducked inside the small room, flicking on the light. With the noise outside
Up. Down. Up. Down. Hold.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Hold.
The third time he held me down, I deep-throated him, delighting in the way his body jumped, the way he grasped at the back of my neck.
“Keep doing that, baby, and you’re going to make me—”
I deep-throated again. Twice. A third time. A shudder raced through him, and as he gasped for air, I swallowed, going down on him as much as I could until there wasn’t a single drop left.
“Oh my God…” Dylan exhaled and removed his hand from the back of my neck. He leant forward, his lips brushing my ear. “I felt a tooth.” He growled ever so slightly, but it was more than enough to make my shoulders bunch up from his disappointment.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I murmured, closing my eyes as I counted the seconds between now and when he spoke again.
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice gentler than before. His hand rested on my cheek. “You’re still learning. Don’t let it happen again.”
I sighed with relief, and even though his disapproval was still in the back of my mind, it wasn’t nearly as strong. I’d made a mistake, which was unfortunate, but almost always expected with new subs—or so I’d been told.
“I won’t, Master,” I said, and covered my teeth with my lips as if to prove to him—to both of us—that it would never happen again.
“Good girl. Come here.”
After taking a steadying breath, I accepted his invitation, sitting on the cushion beside him, my head resting on his chest. Using one hand to replace his boxers and fend off the chill in the room, he kept the other at the small of my back. His heartbeat thrummed in my ear, lulling me into a trance as I struggled to hold on to his taste. His smell. Don’t forget this moment.
Dylan lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine, parting them moments later with his tongue, tasting what I’d just tasted. I arched my back and moaned when he deepened the kiss. His hunger only seemed to grow the longer we sat there, tangled in each other’s arms. I was pretty sure by now that my hair was a complete mess.
When Dylan broke the kiss, we were both breathless. “I think…” He paused and drew in a deep breath. “I think it’s best if we take this somewhere else, don’t you?”
I wasn’t sure if he was my teacher now, or my Master, but I bobbed my head anyway. If he’d allow it, I would’ve taken him right there, but I had a feeling that once we started we wouldn’t be able to stop, and there were probably other Doms waiting for the room.
After prising me from his arms, Dylan stood and fixed his pants. He helped me with my hair, then guided me back outside. There, we got into our separate cars, and I followed him home.
Chapter Four
A petite brunette, whom I could only guess was Marnie, was waiting for us just inside the door when we reached his condo. She bowed her head to Dylan, accepting his jacket, which she folded over one arm. Then, smiling at me, she nodded and held out her hand, gesturing for me to go with him.
“Will you be needing anything, Master?” Marnie called from behind us.
Dylan waved a hand. “I’ll call on you if we should need your help.”
With that, the footsteps following me stopped, and we continued through the lower level of the house. I’d ordered myself as soon as we’d walked in through the door to keep my vision on the ground, but as my nerves balled in my stomach I decided to take my chances and I looked up just enough to see we were heading towards a kitchen.
I relaxed, but the knot in my stomach wound a little tighter when Dylan stopped in the middle of the hallway, where there was a door on either side of us.
“I’m going to grab some water out of the kitchen,” Dylan began. “You can use the bathroom if you want. It’s to your right.”
I nodded, if only to myself, and quickly ducked inside the small room, flicking on the light. With the noise outside
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