answer ‘yes Sir’.”
Her gaze shot up to meet his once again.
He didn’t say a word.
She took a slow, deep breath then lowered her eyes.
“I’m cutting you some slack right now because you are new,
but rest assured, once we begin the leniency will end. Do you understand that I
will punish you for not following the rules?” He reached up to tuck a loose
strand of hair back behind her ear.
She swallowed loudly. Her body trembled, goose bumps rising
over her skin at his light touch. “Yes,” she whispered faintly.
He cleared his throat, annoyed.
Her cheeks flooded. “Yes Sir.” Her voice cracked.
“Now, that’s better.” Phillip brushed his thumb across her
bottom lip. It quivered beneath his touch. His cock surged, growing harder.
Smiling broadly, he asked, “Ready?”
“Yes Sir,” she whispered. The hint of a smile was still on
her face. He would put an end to it.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Yellow means slow down. Red means stop. Traffic light, got
it.” She lifted her chin, looking him square in the eyes and said. “Green.”
Her defiance pleased him. He glared into her eyes, hardening
his expression. Game time.
“Kneel,” he commanded in a harsh tone.
She shuddered, lowering to her knees.
“Hands behind your back.” His voice was stern.
She slumped forward.
“Shoulders up. Back straight.”
She shot a brief glance up at him, pushing out her chest.
Raised pink nipples topped off round firm tits. He imagined
binding them and flogging them ’til they were aflame. Another time. “Close
your eyes. Spread your knees.”
He smiled as her bare cunt became visible to him. He wanted
to see more. “When you are here, you are mine . That means you make
yourself open to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” she said with a hint of aggravation.
“You, princess, are here for my pleasure. My toy. My little…fuck
toy. To do with as I so choose.” He watched her face intently.
Her mouth opened to say something but slammed shut. “No need
to tell you that you aren’t allowed to wear panties in my presence, because as
I already know you prefer going commando.”
Running her tongue out, she wet her lush red lips. He slowly
unbuckled his belt. Her moist lips curled at the scratching sound of his zipper
as it opened. Releasing his hardened cock, he gave himself a couple of long
strokes. “Get up on your knees.”
Her mouth was now level with his cock. “Stick out your
tongue.” Taking his dick in a firm hold, he brushed the pre-cum onto her lips.
Her hot, wet, pink tongue licked eagerly, transforming his erection into steel.
“Open.”
He threaded his fingers into her hair. He pushed the head
into her tender mouth. The suction hit him way stronger than expected. Her
eagerness to take him in was titillating as fuck. When the head of his cock
bumped the back of her throat he stilled. “Open wider. Loosen your jaw,” he
instructed in a stern voice. Unsure if sliding deeper was really the best thing
to do, he continued, his balls already tightening in anticipation of release.
Her breath hitched. Her muscles grew rigid.
“Look at me.” His voice was calm.
She looked up into his eyes and his cock jumped in her
mouth. How erotic it was looking down and seeing her luscious mouth latched on to
his cock.
He gave her a reassuring nod. “Loosen your jaw.” His tone
gentler, encouraging. “Take me into your throat. You want to please me, don’t
you?”
Giving a little nod, she took a deep breath, relaxing her
jaw.
“Good girl.”
She shuddered in response. She needed that bit of positive
reinforcement.
He pushed forward. The head of his cock popped down into her
tight throat. Her garbled breathless moan vibrated her throat. His orgasm
poised in his shaft, his balls tight, wanting to release. Not yet.
He encircled the base in a tight chokehold. Pulling her by
the hair, he inched deeper into the narrow passage. She bucked, no longer able
to draw in air. Another inch in and
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