thrusts. His orgasm was barreling down on
him like a freight train—there was nothing he could do to stop or even slow it.
With a low, guttural groan that felt like it was dragged out
of his gut, Derek pulled out of her mouth and gripped his dick brutally. Two
quick jerks and he was coming, shooting like a fountain to coat her chin, her
chest. Just when he thought he was done, Elise snaked her tongue out and licked
the cum off her mouth. The pure eroticism of the movement wrenched another
spurt out of him, and this one he aimed at her open mouth.
Elise’s body was humming, her pussy throbbing. She’d always
enjoyed sucking Derek off, had positively craved his taste and the
silk-over-steel strength of his cock. But what they’d just done—no what he’d just done to her —put mere enjoyment in the shade.
Something about being helpless, stretched to the point of
pain, focused her arousal in like a laser. And the feeling that he was using
her, just using her body for his own release, ramped it up all the more. The
tiny, rational part of her brain that was still functioning told her that she
should feel degraded. But she didn’t. She felt more desired than she ever had
before, even in the most intimate of their lovemaking. Seeing that last,
helpless pulse of cum had shot such a feeling of power through her that she’d
had to hold her breath and clench every muscle in her body to keep from coming
herself.
Derek stood over her for a long moment, chest heaving with
his breaths. She knew her chest was heaving too. God, she wanted him. Wanted
him like never before. He kept her waiting for several minutes before tipping
her chin up with one finger. His eyes were nearly black, intense and
penetrating. He ran his finger gently over her cheek, gathering up the cum
spattered there, and brought it to her lips. She sucked it in without thought,
savoring the taste of his skin and his cum. He gave a low, groaning laugh, and
pulled back.
“You are dangerous to my self-control,” he murmured, taking
a step back and looking admiringly at the picture she made. She felt like a
not-so-virgin sacrifice, all spread and stretched for him to do with her as he
willed.
He walked over to the small sink that was positioned near
the control panel and let the water run, she assumed, until it was warm. Then
he soaked a thick cloth, which he brought back to her.
“I want you to feel my cum on you, but you don’t need to
drip with it,” he commented wryly as he stroked the warm, wet cloth lightly
over her body. She was so primed that even the soft rasp of the cloth over her
nipples nearly sent her over. He seemed to sense her distress because he
stopped and tapped her nose lightly with a finger. “No way, baby. You don’t
come until I give you permission, and that’s not going to happen for a good
long time.” She couldn’t throttle back her moan of protest, and he laughed as he
returned the cloth to the sink.
“Now,” he said briskly as he walked to the cabinet where a
dizzying variety of toys was displayed. “I think I’d like to show my submissive
off.” He shot her a wicked look. “You are so fucking sexy in nothing but those
stockings and boots. The other Doms will be panting for a chance at you.” She
felt her eyes widen. He’d warned her that he might let others touch her, but
she hadn’t really faced the reality of it.
Derek was standing in front of her again. His cock was
already stirring and she couldn’t hold back a small smile. He’d just come like
a geyser, and the sight of her had him nearly ready to come again already.
He cupped his cock firmly, not making any attempt to arouse.
She hadn’t noticed what he was holding, but now she felt her eyes widen as he
worked a thick rubber circle over his semi-hard length, stretching it between
his fingers until he could work it under his balls as well. He didn’t say
anything, but Elise savored the idea that he needed the cock ring to control
himself as he worked