Push The Button by Feminista Jones Read Free Book Online

involuntarily snarled. After being temporarily “out of service”, she found some of her old habits and ways slipping back into her standard behavior. Not many, but enough to be reminded of why being controlled was essential to her being. He wouldn’t let her cook, forced her to watch Him clean and iron His own clothes, and when His back was hurting the other day, He refused to let her massage Him with Tiger Balm.  This hurts me just as much as it hurts you, He’d said. Bullshit.
    Fuck.
    She closed her eyes and leaned forward, her forehead connecting with the door of the refrigerator. She didn’t hear David walk towards her, so He startled her when he spoke.
    “What? You’re not going to eat?”
    At that moment, Nicole’s stomach betrayed her, grumbling loudly.
    “Aww you must be hungry. Here, let me fix you a plate,” He offered, taunting her, punishing her.
    “No, thank you, David. I’ll just grab a snack,” she said, opening the refrigerator and looking around for a container of yogurt. She stole a glance at Him while pretending to look for the yogurt.  Damn, He looks good. Dammit, dammit, dammit , she chastised herself. She was insanely horny and was not allowed to release, not just with Him, but not even by herself. He’d made that clear too. What made it worse was that this was a stretch of time when neither of them had any traveling to do for work, so they were in their home together, torturous day in and excruciating day out.
    “Have you seen my yogurt, Sir?” she asked, casually.
    “It’s on the door,” He responded, without thinking. She smiled. He slipped.
    “I don’t see it, Sir,” she continued, feigning ignorance, pleading with the most subtle hint of seduction.
    “Star, it’s right…” He caught himself before He turned around to help her out. He knew He couldn’t give into her, even with the slightest connection that might go against her punishment. He focused, instead, on the food in the pots in front of Him.
    “Look at me,” she softly requested. He didn’t move, not beyond a slight stiffening of His body, which was preparing itself for the inevitable battle brewing.
    “I said, ‘Look at me’, David,” she repeated, louder this time. Urgency creeping into her voice.
    “No.”
    “You must…”
    “No… Again.”
    She descended from her bent over position in front of the refrigerator completely onto her knees. She placed her hands on the cool tiles of their kitchen’s floor. She began to crawl towards Him, kicking off one shoe after the other. She licked her lips. She’d had enough.
    “David…”
    David slowly turned around, away from the food, to see His beloved on her knees crawling towards Him, the unmistakable mask of pure lust spread widely across her face.
    He swallowed. “Get up, Nicole.”
    “No.” She moved a couple of feet closer to where He stood.
    “You must…”
    “No…Again.”
    “Woman, do not do this.”
    By this point, she was in front of Him. She leaned her head forward, forehead touching the tips of His bare feet. She kissed the top of His left foot, then the top of His right. She gingerly placed her hands around His ankles and massaged them a bit, as she noticed they were swollen.  He’s been on His feet all day , she acknowledged to herself.
    “Get. Up.”
    She shook her head, disregarding His command, and elevated herself, still on her knees, so that her face was directly in front of the battle-losing bulge in His pants. In the next instant, her expert fingers unbuckled, unbuttoned, and withdrew Him from His pleated prison. He grabbed her arms, but it was too late; she drew Him into her mouth as soon as He’d sprung free. She drew the entirety of Him into the deepest reach of her throat, right where He belonged.
    He groaned.
    She won.
    It was difficult to smile while her throat was filled with penis, but she tried. Of course, at that same moment, He looked down upon her and saw a grin trying to show itself and He grabbed a handful of