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she was steady on her feet, he went back
to the control panel and gave her more slack. “Kneel,” he ordered, keeping his
voice brusque. She did, somehow managing to make the movement graceful even
with her hands bound and spread wide above her head. When she was on her knees
he took up the excess chain until her arms were pulled far above her,
stretching her beautifully until she was almost lifted off her knees. The
tension in her arms would quickly become uncomfortable, he knew. It would help
her to keep her focus as she followed his next set of directions.
    He walked leisurely back and stood in front of her. Her
position put her mouth level with his dick, a situation his dick appreciated.
The agonizingly hard flesh was pressing so hard against his zipper that Derek
wouldn’t have been surprised if the damn thing had burst under the pressure.
    Elise’s gaze had fastened on the formidable bulge it made in
his trousers, and this time Derek didn’t scold her. He wanted her attention
there. He wanted her to see just how turned-on he was by her submission.
    With slow, taunting movements, he worked his belt loose. He
pulled it free of his belt-loops with a low hiss of leather on wool and draped
it around her neck. The black leather made her ivory skin glow like a pearl.
    He flicked open the slide closure on his pants, then worked
the zipper carefully down. His dick was throbbing, leaking pre-cum until there
was a wet spot on his crimson boxer briefs and lunging to get free of the
constricting wool of his pants. He gingerly lifted the soft cotton of his
briefs and pulled them and his pants down just enough to free his dick
entirely. He let the layers of wool and cotton bunch low on his hips and let
his dick wave free in the cool air.
    He gave a little sigh of relief when it was finally free.
The pounding flesh was so hard it pointed straight up, painting a damp line
across his abdomen. The relief was short lived, though. Elise was staring at
his dick with hungry eyes. Her lips were parted, the tip of her pink tongue
slicking over them.
    That was what he wanted. Where he needed to be. Her
soft, wet, hot mouth.
    “You’re going to suck me, baby,” he told her. She shivered
in reaction to the words, and he loved it. “You’re going to keep that pretty
mouth open and I’m going to fuck your face.” Sharp white teeth sank into her
bottom lip. He recognized the expression—she made it when she was ready to
come. He took hold of his dick and slapped it lightly against her cheek. Her
breath quickened. His dick howled in protest. It wanted her mouth, now.
    “You aren’t allowed to come,” he continued, ignoring the
throbbing in his balls. “I, on the other hand, will.” He rubbed the head of his
dick over her cheeks, painting her skin with pre-cum. “I’m going to shoot all
over you, baby,” he promised her. “I’m going to mark you until every Dom out
there knows that you belong to me.”
    Her panting breaths were now being punctuated with little
whimpers. Oh, yeah. His baby needed to come in the worst way. Unfortunately for
her, that wasn’t part of the plan yet.
    He took her chin in a gentle grip and tugged her mouth open.
What a gorgeous sight. Then he gripped his dick and slowly thrust the head
between her lips. He let her give a soft, startled suck before pulling back
out. His eyes wanted to cross, but Derek kept control. Barely.
    He spent a long time making shallow thrusts, letting her
sweep her tongue over the sensitive skin beneath the head of his dick, letting
her suck just enough for his balls to draw up tight to his body. Every so often
he’d pause to rub his dick over her mouth. Sometimes he’d rub it over her
cheeks or slap her gently with it.
    Eventually, though, he didn’t have the self-control to keep playing,
and he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Each thrust took him deeper into the
hot, wet haven. He gave her more, more and still more, until her eyes were
tearing and she was gasping between