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“Good girl.” I brushed a hand over her head before feeding her another strawberry. “Now, after you suck my cock, I’m going to play with you until I get hard again, and then I’ll fuck you.”
A shiver went through her.
“That play is going to help me discover what you like,” I explained, “as well as what you don’t. But, if you have ideas of anything you definitely don’t want me to do, tell me now.”
“Hard limits,” she said. “That’s what they’re called, right? Hard limits?”
“Very good,” I said. “As we explore, more will come up, but right now, is there anything you can think of that would be a hard limit?”
“You said we weren’t doing anything extreme, right?” she asked.
“Right.”
She tossed back the rest of her champagne and took a deep breath. “Then let’s keep that as my hard limit for right now. Nothing extreme.”
“And if something feels extreme, you use your safe word.”
She nodded her agreement. “When do we start?”
The blunt question would’ve been surprising from anyone but her. She stared at me, nerves apparent in her eyes but hunger, too.
Rising, I held out my hand. “Right this way.”
I led her to the guest room where I instructed her to stand by the bed and turn around. I took a moment to admire the lithe line of her body before picking up the cuffs that I’d set out. Leather, with soft cotton lining the insides, they’d keep her hands where I wanted them but wouldn’t leave any marks. It was one thing for people at work to know that we were a couple, but something else entirely for them to suspect what we got up to in our personal lives.
After fastening them into place, I turned her around and pressed on her shoulder to put her down on her knees. Then I took a step back to admire her like that. Gaze fogged with heat and still a lick of nerves, she watched me, eyes following as I unbuttoned my shirt, leaving it hanging open over my chest. A good sub would’ve had her head down, waiting for instruction, but I couldn’t deny that I liked having her eyes on me.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. It’d been stiff and throbbing from the moment she’d arrived and it was all I could do to hold back a moan when my fingers wrapped around it. I pumped once, twice, then pressed the head against her mouth.
She parted her lips, but I pushed a hand into her hair to hold her still. “Say,‘Sir, I want you to fuck my mouth.’”
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at my hand, where I continued to stroke myself. My brain almost melted as she said, “Sir, I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“Good girl. Open up.” I pressed the head to her mouth and bit back a groan as she opened.
Control, Derrick…stay in control…
But it was harder than expected. Her hair was silk around my hand, her mouth soft and wet, her tongue rubbing over the vein on the underside of my dick.
Fuuuuck.
I rocked into her, driving into her mouth until she stiffened, showing me her limit. I wanted more, needed more, but my balls were already drawn tight, my dick pounding, the need to come hitting me harder than I would have expected—no time to coax her into learning how to take me deeper.
Not tonight anyway.
So I used her faster, rougher, watching her face, seeing her eyes flicker and flutter, feeling her moan around me.
“I’m going to come,” I told her harshly. “Shake your head if you want me to stop.”
She just stared at me…then sucked the head of my dick.
“Fuck,” I snarled, some of my control fracturing. Grabbing her head in both hands, I fucked her mouth roughly, hands in her hair, watching my dick tunnel back and forth between her lips. The orgasm tore out of me, and I stiffened, jerking inside her mouth and biting back a stream of curses.
I’d fucking lost control.
Stunned and a little pissed, I pulled back. Breathing hard, I tugged my pants up, half-zipped them to keep them in place. I’d planned to come, but not like that. I cupped her chin and tipped her head up so I could see her.
“You okay?”