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I touch wetness on my fingertip. Great. This is going to get pretty difficult soon. But she said she would give me what I wanted. And I want her.

“I’m pleased, Ira. You’re very stunning like that.”

Stroke my ego while I stroke my clit, why don’t you?

“Stop.”

Oh, but I was getting to the good part – where I start going faster, touching myself below and imagining all the things I would like to do to Kathleen Allen. Things I’ve done before, and things I’ve yet to try.

I would probably come. Not sure I care. She didn’t care that one time.

The moment I stop, however, she steps forward, gripping either side of my armchair as she gives me a fantastic view of her breasts within her shirt.

“You did well. Would you like your reward?”

Do dogs want their treats? I’m a simple person, Katie. You know I want my reward.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She sinks to her knees, hands moving from the chair to my legs. Kathleen rubs my stomach, my thighs, and the sides of my ass before sticking out her tongue and tasting the arousal spreading across my slit.

Her eyes do not leave mine. I nearly die from the shock hitting my system.

Her breath, her lips are better than my hand could ever be. Damn straight this is a good reward. After that talk she gave me about what she likes about…

Uh. Uh.

This isn’t like any oral she’s given me before.

First of all, those teeth are damned dangerous. Pretty sure you’re not supposed to bite the flesh… not that she’s doing that. And, sure, she’s grazed my cunt with her teeth before, but this is a warning shot. She’s putting those incisors in my skin enough to let me know that one wrong move and goodbye all sanity, this woman now owns everything that made the doctor call me female at birth, and girl by anyone who didn’t like the way I looked.

It’s hot.

Holy fuck is it hot!

My thighs shudder. Not in orgasm, but in absolute wonder that a woman could make me feel this way. I’m not quite claimed. Definitely held in place. Definitely under control, with no way to fight back or reclaim what is mine – like my clit that she sucks while my legs attempt to spread wider in my falling pants and she stares at me like she’ll eat me alive.

Teeth aren’t my only concern. Kathleen knows what she’s doing, and I trust her. However, she’s a little too good at what she does, because there’s her tongue, massaging my slit and tasting my clit. Her lips work my neither lips whenever she finds enough room to make me appreciate my God-given cunt. Oh, and those freezing cold blue eyes staring into mine, determined and bold.

And so, so beautiful.

I’m being blessed. This talented woman has chosen me to receive her erotic gift, and to push her away, to deny what she wants to give would be a terrible thing to do. I have to obey her. No, I need to. I want to know in what other ways she loves and adores me.

And how I can adore her in turn.

There’s one problem. I’m human. I’m someone who has had a lot of time and practice holding back orgasm, but there reaches a point where I am gonna come. Kathleen is pushing me to that point, with her tongue swirling and lips pursing around every part of me. My hands squeeze the armrests. Strange sounds of frustration come from my throat. I’m trying damned hard to not come all over another Domme’s face. If our roles were switched, or if we were being vanilla? Fuck yeah! I’d hump her face and send everything I have all over those pretty pink lips.

No. I need to obey.

Much to my chagrin, Kathleen eases off my cunt. It’s covered in her saliva, my own wetness, and the hot breaths and body heat of two people losing themselves to this damned moment. Cruel. Cruel.

“My poor baby.” She turns her lips into a fake frown. Her fingers flick against my mound, teasing it. “You want to come, don’t you? You’re fighting back the urge to grab the back of my head and drive your cunt in my face and make me choke on you. How admirable of you to hold back.”

Fuck you, Kathleen.

“Why, if I do anything else to you, everything is going to spill out of there, isn’t it?”

I don’t say anything. She fucking knows.