My cock was beyond throbbing, begging. It straight up hurt with the need for release. Glancing around at the crowd we'd gathered, I knew that I couldn't give in just yet. While I had no problem with on lookers, there are somethings that are meant to be kept secret and special between a couple. The first time I got my dick in her would be just for us. I wanted it to be something both of us could recall with vivid details, an experience without any interruptions or outside noises taking away from it.
Reaching up, I released her wrists from their bonds before scooping her off the table. Instantly, her arms wrapped around my neck as her face dipped into it. I carried her off the stage without a word to anyone. The only person that mattered at that moment was in my arms. I needed to give her some much-deserved aftercare. Alone.
Once in my private room, I set her delicately down on the bed, her head on a pillow. Turning off the lights, I felt my way to the bed. Even with my painfully hard cock begging me to give in, I refused to have sex with her until I could see her beautiful eyes while filling her for the first time. Upon returning to the bed, I gently slipped the blindfold off before lying on the bed next to her nearly nude body. Pulling her close to me, her soft sigh of contentment let me know she’d more than enjoyed everything I’d done to her. After a short period of holding her to me, her delicate hands soothed up my chest, pushing up my shirt as they went.
Her lips pressed against my chest in a kiss at the same time she pressed her hips against mine. Reaching down, I tugged on the thin material still wrapped around one of her hips. I’d been so desperate to get at her pussy earlier I didn’t waste time tearing away both sides, but it was a completely different atmosphere with just the two of us. Dropping the tiny scrap of fabric off my side of the bed, I knew I would retrieve it after she left to add to my collection of her clothing left from our time together.
“Master…” Alix’s soft voice filled the darkness.
Leaning up on an elbow, I looked down at her through the veil of shadows cast over her face. They were thick enough that I couldn’t make out any distinct features, but I had looked at her enough to know exactly what she looked like.
“Please don’t leave me like this. I need you. I need to feel you.” Her palm grazed over my chest until she could pull my shirt over my head.
Even knowing it wasn’t a good idea, I helped her get it off. As soon as I settled back onto my elbow next to her, her hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me down with a surprising amount of strength to meet her lips in a heated kiss. Pulling back, I bit hard on her bottom lip. The coppery taste of blood met my taste buds. Running my tongue over her lip briefly, I savored her moan before leaning back on my elbow. "Naughty sub," I growled before reaching for her necklace.
Her hand grabbed mine before I could take it off. "What are you doing? I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"
"Just wait and see," I told her as I removed the pearl necklace and set it aside. Licking down her neck, I nipped playfully at her breasts and luscious pink nipples. Her moans had me moving farther down her body until I came to her pretty, damp pussy. A soft drag of my tongue up her slit showed me just how needy my Precious was. Using my fingers, I spread her lips to get better access to the swollen bud filled with nerves. With just the tip of my tongue, I traced design after design around the bud never touching it. The more I played, the louder she moaned and groaned. Her hips arched off the bed as she tried to direct me to where she needed me.
Continuing to torture her, I used one finger to slowly trace her slit and rim her opening. A smile slipped over my lips when both her hands grasped the back of my head, her nails digging in as she continued to try to force me to go where she wanted. Finally, I sucked her hard, tender bud into my mouth, flicking it repeatedly with my tongue. Just as she was about to come, I released it. Before she could fully calm, I dipped two fingers into her pussy. Curving them upward, I found the pea-sized pleasure center that hid there. As soon as my fingers pressed against it, her entire lower body lifted from the bed. Her thighs closed on my head, nearly suffocating me.
She was trying to ride my face, but I pulled my mouth off her and shook my head at her even as my fingers continued to tease her.
Again as she was about to come, I pulled my fingers from her. Her curses made a deep laugh slip out before I could stop it. She didn't mean any of them, I knew she didn't. It was the painful need to come that was controlling her. One that she needed to get used to ignoring and learn to live with.
Picking up the necklace, I threaded it around her clit. My thumb rested just below it with the strand of pearls running along either side of her beautiful, swollen clit. "Now, Precious, you will see why I gave you pearls, and why I am the only one that gets to touch them." I had many things that I wanted to do with the necklace, but first she had to learn that they were more than just a necklace or collar. Holding both sides of the strand in my other hand, I pulled one side. As the necklace slid around my thumb, the pearls bumped into her clit over and over as each slid by. Pulling on the other side had the same effect, but the necklace moved the other direction around her clit and my thumb. It only took a few tugs on the necklace before she was bucking against me, which made me stop. "You have to hold very still," I instructed her. As soon as she was quiet again, I moved the necklace from one side to the other.
Her nails dug into the mattress. Her moans were nearly painful to listen to. Gasping for breath, she said, “Please, let me come, Master.”
Sliding the necklace back and forth a few more times, I knew she was on the edge and wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. “Come, Precious.”
As the words left my lips, her entire body tensed as one long, loud scream filled the room. Her fists tugged up on the sheets as every muscle in her body contracted while her orgasm washed over her.
Removing the pearls, I set them to the side again and moved to lie next to her. My cock didn't like that I pulled her to my chest to hold her close, not seeking release of my own. I would relieve myself when I was alone. It wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but I needed it after such an intense play time with my beautiful Precious.
Running my hand up and down her back as I held her, I felt her breathing slowly return to normal.
“Master…” Alix’s hesitant voice was accompanied by a burst of hot breath against my chest.
“Yes.” I smoothed a hand over her locks even as one arm continued to firmly hold her.
“May I pleasure you?”
I hadn’t expected her to ask such a thing. The fact that she asked instead of doing as she wanted told me she was learning more about being a submissive. As much as I wanted to have her sexy mouth wrapped around my cock, I wasn’t ready to give up that part of my control just yet.
“Not tonight, Precious,” I murmured. She let out a groan in response.
“Please! You have pleasured me. I haven’t come so hard in my life. Let me at least try to give you a fraction of that kind of pleasure,” she begged.
My cock eagerly jumped in my jeans, accepting her plea. Holding her entirely nude body against mine wasn’t helping the blood leave that part of my body, but I refused to release her from my grasp until I absolutely had to.
“No.” I shook my head to emphasize my point.
After a moment of quiet, her hand slowly slipped down my chest until it bumped against the top of my pants. Maybe I was wrong about her learning how to be a submissive. When her fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans, I dug my fingers into her back.
“What are you doing, Precious?” I asked even though it was apparent she wasn’t waiting for me to allow her to touch me in such a way.
“Exploring, sir.” She shrugged her shoulders even as her fingers successfully unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.
“The answer was no,” I repeated, but still did nothing to stop her. I knew I should stop her. She wasn’t following my directions, but the pain in my balls was bad enough I would let her “explore” a bit so I could use the touch of her hands on me when I
took care of matters on my own.
“I know.” Her hand dipped under my boxer briefs until she found the hot, hard cock waiting for her.
“If you continue, you will be punished.” It nearly hurt to say the words, but she would learn to submit even if my body didn’t agree with it. Biting my lip, I barely held back a groan when her hand circled around the throbbing head of my cock.
“As you wish, sir.” The smile in her voice was evident. She knew exactly what she was doing and didn’t mind getting punished to get her way.
“So be it.” I exhaled. My body was at odds. Wanting to let her give me what she apparently needed to at any cost — I certainly wouldn’t mind getting some relief in the process. Then on the other hand, I knew I should stop her, not let her get her way. Keep my control of the situation, control of my body.
“Sir? Can I ask a favor since I will already be getting a punishment?” she breathed against my chest.
“I agree to hear the request.” I didn’t want her to mistake my words.
“Will you show me how you like to be touched? I want to make sure you like what I’m doing.” Her head ducked and I’d guess she was dropping her eyes in embarrassment.
“I don’t think you could make it not feel good. I’ll tell you if something doesn’t work.” I inhaled sharply when she suddenly tightened her grip around my cock and tugged along the length before sliding down to the base.
“Good?” she asked with a smile in her voice.
“Yeah…” I groaned as she did it again.
When her hand suddenly released me and she climbed off the bed, I pushed up onto my elbows to try to see what she was doing. Her hands grabbed the sides of my briefs and jeans to pull them down —with a little help from me. As soon as my cock and balls were sprung from their confinement, she released my pants. Moving to kneel on either side of my calves, her palms smoothed up my thighs. As soon as her fingers grazed the small patch of hair I kept neatly trimmed between my thighs, her nails gently dragged over my tight ball sack. I could almost come just from the feeling of her finally touching me where I’d wanted her for so long.
“How is that, sir?” She asked, repeating the movement.
Chapter 17
Alix
I'd never been so dominated, so controlled in my whole life. I'd also never come as hard as I did when he was the one who told me when I was allowed to come. No matter what happened between Master and me, I would never be the same. I couldn't be. I'd learned too much about myself. I might not have known him for long, or been introduced into the whole scene in a traditional way, but I couldn't go back to how I'd been before. Every fiber of my being demanded that I do as Master said; even if I pushed his rules from time to time, being under his control was heavenly. Sometimes it felt too one-sided. I wanted to make him feel as good as I did. I needed to make him want me on the same level that I needed him.
I had felt his erection numerous times when we'd been together, but he had never tried to sate that need, not with me at least. After the scene with him, after the pearl experience, I literally couldn't leave until I knew that he got off from me. It was devastating to think that he might be going to another to help him with it when I was more than willing. If he continued to deny me, pushing me away, I knew it would be time to break out from under Master. As much as I learned and discovered from him, my peace of mind needed more. I was willing to go without knowing what he looked like or what his name was, but my patience with that was wearing thin. If things were to continue as they were, I needed to have more say, more input in the situation.
The more I thought about his secrecy, the more it bothered me. Why was it so important? He had so much he could hold over my head that I wouldn't expose him to anyone, but still he held his secrets. It was frustrating and worrisome.
Deciding I'd try to win at least one of the battles in my head, I seized the opportunity to try to please him. I'd never so much as felt his bare cock before and that was going to change.
Kneeling over the shadowed form of Master, I ran my nails over his balls again. While I knew he had to enjoy doling out pain, he didn't seem to mind a little bit of it himself; still, I kept my nails light. Once he confirmed that he did indeed enjoy what I was doing, I bent at the waist, bringing my face close to the throbbing, hot cock standing at attention. Holding a hip in each hand, I flicked my tongue out over the tip of the swollen flesh. Master sucked in his breath giving me chills. I was in charge when in that position. I was surprised he let things go as far as they had, but I wasn't going to give him time to reconsider.
Not waiting another moment, I sucked his erection as deep into my throat as I could — hitting and pushing past the back of my throat so I could swallow every inch of him. Having no gag reflex was a beautiful thing, too bad the person that taught me had been an unwanted lover. Master agreed from the groan that filled the air. Both his large hands grasped my head, fingertips digging in since he couldn't hold my hair. Slowly, I moved back up the long, thick shaft. Using one hand, I held onto the base of his shaft, making sure he stayed right where I wanted him before once again taking him all the way in.
"Fuck, that feels good. No one has ever taken me so deeply in their mouth," Master muttered almost to himself. His hips jumped as I swallowed around him, squeezing him tighter. "Don't stop." He said when I released him from my mouth completely.
"Mmm. Do you like my mouth, Master?" I purred, dragging my tongue along the bulging veins in his shaft as my hand used the left-behind saliva to slide up and down. Slowly. I wasn't rushing anything. I wanted him to last. I wanted to make it better than anyone had ever been for him before. Who knew if I'd ever get the chance to do it again since he'd barely let me touch him any other time.
Master pushed up on his elbows again and reached behind my head to yank the tie from my hair. The strands fell around my shoulders before he sank one hand into it, pulling my face to his. His soft lips pressed against mine for only a moment before his tongue speared into my mouth. There was no asking for permission; once again, he took what he wanted and I was more than happy to give.
His tongue dragged against the inside of my upper lip, tasting me in the most unique kiss I'd ever received. Yanking back on my hair, he kissed along my jaw until he reached my ear. His voice was deep and very distinctly British as he breathed against my ear. "You taste better than anything else I've ever had in my mouth. And I absolutely fucking love the way you suck on my cock." Slamming his mouth to mine again, his teeth hit mine, but I didn't mind as his tongue was once again invading my mouth.
All the while, I let one hand keep the slow, teasing rhythm on his erection. As much as I savored his kisses, I wasn't done with the prime piece of flesh I'd been granted either. It was my turn to break the kiss. Even though his fingers twisted my hair tighter, making me moan and heat flared between my legs, I pulled my lips from his. "I'm not done, sir." Dropping my head to his lap, his hand still tangled in my hair, I took him back into my mouth, moving my hand to cup his balls as I picked up a rougher, faster suction on his cock. If he let me, I was going to make him come. There was nothing more I wanted at that very moment. I'd bargain for it if he tried to keep me from going that far.
The longer he let me keep him in my mouth, dragging my lips upon his heated flesh, the more confident I became. When his hips started to thrust to meet my lips, I dropped my hand on his balls to press two fingers into the sensitive skin right behind his sack. Never stopping the up and down movement of my head, I added a little pressure and rotation to that sweet spot.
"Shit. Shit. Shit," Master rasped. His hand was tighter than ever in my hair, pulling it from the roots, but I refused to stop because of a little pain. When his other hand lifted from the mattress to cup my jaw, thumb brushing over my cheek as I moved, my eyes rolled back in my head. It was such a caring touch when I'd least expected one. "Precious, I'm going to come." The hand in my hair pulled harder, telling me to release him.
Acting as if he hadn't just tried to move me, I con
tinued what I was doing, more determined than ever. The pulsing on the base of his shaft warned me right before I got a throatful of his wonderful release.
His deep moans, the thrusting of his hips and that damn hand still gently holding my cheek nearly made me come too. I waited until he released my hair to let him slide out of my mouth.
His wet, already-softening dick slapped against his stomach. "Fuuuuuuuuuck." The single, drawn-out word was all I needed to know that he more than enjoyed what I'd done.
"Thank you, Master," I murmured before slipping off the bed and out of the room. I knew I should've waited until he recovered and took over again, but I didn't. I turned just as I opened the door to the dressing room and tried to get a glimpse of Master's face, but he'd already turned on his side so all I got was an eyeful of his nude body. He had dark brown hair. That was a new fact that I learned at least, not that it was all that special. Many people had hair that color and similar hair styles, but it was something.
Master stirred, probably from the light still spilling into the room, so I quickly shut the door. Inside the small dressing room, I quickly replaced my clothing, or what I still had from it. I was going to have to go panty shopping if he was going to keep destroying the ones I had. It made me smile to remember what had happened in the crowded room. While I should probably be embarrassed or nervous about who saw me, I couldn't stir up those emotions, not standing just on the other side of the door from the man who'd seemed so hungry to get at me there was no time to simply remove the tiny garment.