Page 112 of Before Broken Vows

"You'll beg before I let you come."

The promise makes me wet all over again.

He kisses down my stomach, slowly, deliberately, his breath teasing every sensitive inch of me. Then his hands grip my thighs and he lowers his mouth.

When his tongue finds my clit again, I cry out.

He doesn't stop.

He licks and sucks, using his mouth like he's still starving, like he's waited years to taste me again and refuses to waste a second. His hands keep my thighs open, and I can't move, can't fight it.

I moan his name again and again as my hips roll up toward his mouth, the pleasure building with brutal, delicious intensity.

"Please…" I pant. "Sir, please…"

"Not yet," he growls against me. "You come when I say."

He pulls back just long enough to push two fingers inside me, curling them until I nearly scream. He strokes slowly, then brings those fingers to my mouth.

"Open," he says firmly. "Taste yourself."

I open eagerly, sucking his fingers, moaning as I do.

He groans, eyes wild. "Filthy fucking girl."

He strips down without taking his eyes off me—pants, boxers—and I look down to see his cock ready, hard and thick.

"Look at me," he commands.

I meet his eyes, bound and trembling, every nerve lit up.

"Who owns you?"

"You do, Sir."

He moves over me, kissing me hard. "Say it again."

"You do, Sir."

He straddles me again. "Open."

I do, and he slides his throbbing member into my mouth. Like a good girl, I immediately wrap my lips around his shaft. My tongue slides up and down, and I suck.

He leans forward and I gag on his cock. He pulls back slightly and I breathe.

"You're taking all of me like the good little slut you are," he says and starts thrusting slowly, sliding in and out of my mouth.

I gag a few more times, but I manage to relax. Soon he's stretching my throat with each thrust.

Once he knows I'm relaxed, he slides fully in, my nose touching his lower stomach. He holds there a second, pumps a few times, and pulls back slightly. I moan as he starts moving again, fucking my face like I’m paying a debt.

Tears form at the ends of my eyes and slowly spill over. Spit slides down the side of my mouth, but my master doesn't stop.

"That's it, baby. Deepthroat my cock like a good girl," he says, and his hands grip my hair and force my head down on him.

He pulls out completely to allow me to breathe.

I spit on his cock and he slides it back in and continues. I squeeze my legs together. The feeling of being bound and used makes my vagina pulse with such pleasure that I think the next time he touches me there, I'll explode.