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His fingers slid between my legs, gliding up and down my wet folds. I whined openly in disappointment when he pulled them away. I jerked back when he put those same fingers between my lips.

“Taste yourself.”

“I can’t do that!” appalled, I practically shrieked and clamped my mouth closed quickly, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the way his fingertips glistened with my own arousal right in front of my face.

I blushed both at what he was asking me to do, and at the evidence of how he affected me right before my eyes - and his.

Kneeling up, his other hand captured my left nipple, holding it just firmly enough to warn me. With a hard swallow, I opened my mouth. He pushed his slickened digits in between my lips, sliding them back and forth and using the surface of my tongue to wash them off thoroughly.

The taste of my wetness was jarring. It was sweet, a bit tart and musky, reminding me of ripened cherries and vanilla.

Shame whirled through me with wild abandon, but I knew that I was wetter than I was when he’d first touched me.

When he finally pulled his fingers free from my mouth, I sighed in relief, but it was short lived.

He leaned down and kissed me, groaning as his tongue swirled in between my lips. Could he taste me too? Did he like that?

He drew backwards, sliding his legs gradually off the end of the bed as he trailed kisses across the side of my neck, between my breasts and down the expanse of my stomach until he reached my lower abdomen.

I started, staring down as he looked back pointedly at me and then deliberately down at the cusp of my thighs.

He had such a way of humiliating and arousing me simultaneously, with just a look.

“Wait,” I squeaked nervously.

He shook his head and kissed directly on top of my pussy.

My entire body jolted with desire, but it felt far too shameful.

Could he really be intending to do what it seemed?

Did he mean to put his mouth on me… there?

I tried to crawl backwards, but his forearms slid underneath my knees and yanked me back into place easily, spreading my knees to either side of his head as he knelt at the end of the bed.

It was as though I was a feast laid before him and he was about to dive in face first.

“I’m going to taste you now, little girl. If you’re very good, I might just let you come for me. If you aren’t, well, I’m just going to have to punish you.”

A soft cry fell from my lips.

“It’s too… You can’t,” I protested feebly.

He used the flats of his fingers to slap my pussy hard enough to sting. Reflexively, my thighs pressed together, only to be stopped by the broad line of his shoulders in between them.

“I’m either going to kiss your pussy or I’m going to spank it bright red. Your choice, little girl,” he growled.

The sting from his palm was still swirling through me, making my entire pussy throb with a needy ache that I couldn’t ignore.

On the one hand, his mouth between my legs seemed too disgraceful to imagine, but a real spanking on my pussy would be painful.

I knew that just from the few stinging slaps he’d given me there already.

I made a choice.

“Please kiss me there, sir,” I whimpered.

“With pleasure,” he grinned. His eyes were dark as he lowered his head in between my legs. I closed my eyes, expecting it to be terrible and embarrassing and nothing like his fingers or mine, but when his mouth settled on top of my clit, I forgot about all of that.

His tongue slipped over my sensitive bundle of nerves and at once, a fierce frisson of desire hurtled through me. I was taken aback by just how impossibly good it felt. Then he flicked it, sliding the tip of his tongue around my clit.

My body practically shuddered. Without thinking, I reached down to grasp his head and he growled. I cried out when the wet warmth of his mouth drew away.

“Your hands are to either stay above your head or behind your back or if you’d rather, you may tease those hard little nipples of yours instead,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, ashamed that my hips were already lifting and seeking out the return of his mouth.

His tongue laved over my clit. One of his arms slid over my hips, pinning me down and taking control of me completely. My own hands found their way up to my breasts, tentatively exploring what it felt like to touch myself like this while his mouth suckled my clit.

My thighs trembled as he increased the pressure, his tongue dancing over my clit more firmly with every passing moment. He’d positioned his body in such a way that I couldn’t close my legs or push him away, which meant that I had no choice but to give in to his ministrations.

My back arched as I tweaked my nipples. I could feel myself racing toward the edge of orgasm once more. I tried to fight it, tried to tell myself that this was far too shameful a way to come, but nothing worked.

I should have known it was useless to even try.

When his fingers fluttered around my entrance, I keened, immediately overwhelmed with desire. My cries increased in desperation, growing higher in pitch until I was on the very edge.

He unexpectedly forced two fingers inside of me and that was all I needed.

My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave.

My entire body writhed beneath him as he sucked and licked my clit firmly, dragging out my pleasure and making it reach new heights.

I screamed his name. Without realizing what I was doing, my fingers closed over my nipples, pinching them and causing tremors of delicious painful euphoria to race through me.

That first orgasm drew on and on, but when it finally began to fade into more gradual ache, he drew back.

“You will now make yourself come on my tongue one more time, while you ride me. If you don’t come hard enough, I might just spank that pussy after all,” he demanded cruelly.

Fuck. This man drove me wild.

He moved forward just enough to place the wet surface of his tongue against my clit. He stayed completely still, which was maddening while it also drove me wild with need.

I rocked my hips tentatively, wanting to avoid the stinging spanking to my already sensitive flesh.

When his eyes narrowed, I grew a bit braver, planting my feet and bucking my hips faster, until I reached a pace where the incredible pleasure built up enough to seemingly control my body all on its own.

I rode his mouth brazenly, arching back and forth as my core spiraled tighter. I tried to ignore how embarrassed I was to be riding his tongue this way, but it simply made my arousal rise higher until it was too much all at once.

When I came, I shouted with it, throwing my head back and bucking against him harder than I had ever dared. He pushed his fingers inside of me and took over just then, pumping those thick digits in and out of me as I screamed with my release.

Brilliant white ecstasy blinded me. I squeezed my eyes closed involuntarily, just experiencing the sheer bliss of two orgasms in a row. A languid euphoria buzzed through me, and I sagged against the bed with exhaustion.

He pulled his fingers free from me and I watched in a mortified and still very aroused haze as he licked them clean.

My world was never going to be the same after this.