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His straining cock sprouted from a neatly kept patch of blondish hair, its head like a purple helmet that capped off the veins etched down his flesh. Tip wet from dripping pre-cum, he practically throbbed as my breath drifted over his impressive member, and I couldn’t help but bite my lower lip in anticipation.

Fingers outstretched, I wrapped my hand around the base of him and gently tightened. With my other hand, I cupped his heavy balls, nearly cooed at how weighty and masculine he felt filling my palm.

Morgan shivered even as he grew in size for me–such a sexy contrast to the heat pulsing through my palm–and I lifted my eyes to his. Half-lidded, breathing heavily, he returned my steady gaze as I leaned forward, swirled my tongue around his head and tasted his muskiness.

Goddamn did he taste amazing, too. Not too salty–almost sweet, in fact. Tongue swirling and hand gently squeezing, I kept my eyes on him as I took the tip into my mouth, sucked gently. He filled my mouth so perfectly, especially with my being able to exert exact control on the pace, and I somehow grew even wetter as he twisted under my tender care.

“Fuck,” he breathed as I bobbed my head slightly on just the end of his cock. “Oh fuck, that feels amazing.”

Taking my mouth from his cock, I moved my hand from his balls to the tip, began to stroke and tease with a twisting motion. “Shhhhh,” I said as he twisted in beautiful, pleasurable agony above me, struggling against the belt still holding his hands over his head. “No talking unless you’re spoken to, remember?”

“Y-y-yes, m-m-mistress,” he panted, as I continued to stroke and twist his spit-slickened cock.

“Good toy,” I said, the corners of my mouth turning up into a slight smile as my mouth lowered again to him.

After that, he could only moan as, one hand stroking, I continued to tease and tease him.

Finally, though, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I took more of his cock. Still watching his face, I filled my mouth with him, pushing down my own tongue with his turgid organ as I stretched my lips wider and wider with his pulsating heat.

Groaning as the saliva trickled from the corner of my lips, I slid a hand up and down my bare thigh, let my fingers wander down to the front of my satin panties. Caressing myself with the tips of my fingers, my legs trembled with the combination of pleasure and strain.

“Fuck,” he breathed again. “Fuck, Carmen, I can’t wait to be in you. I need you…”

He trailed off as I took my mouth from his cock. Looking down at me, a moment of seeming confusion passed over his features.

“What did I say?” I asked, rising to my feet, the sensuality in my voice replaced by sudden sternness.

“I-I-I…”

“What did I say, toy?” I asked, my voice nearly a growl as I reached beneath my skirt and, hooking my thumbs into the side straps of my panties, began to shimmy them down my legs.

“N-no speaking, mistress?”

“Exactly,” I said, wadding my panties into a musky, satiny ball and lifting them to his mouth. “Now open. Trust me, I’ll still be able to understand your safe word if you need to use it.”

His eyes darted first to the wad of fragrant, red panties, then to mine.

“You can’t be ser—”

I pushed the panties into his mouth, cutting him off.

“I am serious, toy.” I reached down and grabbed his cock before he could protest, returning to stroking him until his eyes were rolling back in his head from the pleasure.

“Now shut the fuck up and enjoy yourself like a good man-slut.”

Chapter Five

Morgan

Gray light filtered in through the hotel room window, and I woke with a start as I realized I was already running late for my security shift. My eyes hadn’t even opened, though, before I remembered that the day before had been my last early morning, and that my next shift didn’t start till late this afternoon.

Instead, I focused more on the soreness of both my wrists, and my cock. Fixated on the taste of Carmen still lingering in my mouth as I lay there in her hotel room bed, I could feel myself getting hard as I thought back to the night before, and how out of character everything had been for me.

Andrew and Jericho had always been the freaky ones. Sure, Jericho was the one in charge, but, ever since his marriage had fallen apart, he’d always led the charge on Andrew and him getting into wild adventures like I had last night. Those kinds of nights were the only time I’d ever seen him let him let down his guard.

And trust me… last night had been exactly the kind of shit they’d have been in for, if only for the experience.

Carmen had kept me hanging from the bathroom door like that for God only knows how long–teasing me with her mouth, using me, edging me back and forth, to and from the brink of orgasm, till my legs had shaken like I was in a San Andreas tremor. The smell and taste of her had driven me absolutely fucking wild, and I’d chewed on her panties as I’d twisted and turned at the end of my own belt.