Page 24 of Kidnapped By the Boss
I moaned as Vincent pulled the leash even tighter and held my head in place so he could start to thrust himself in and out of me. My eyes were starting to water and dribbles of drool were rolling down my chin.
“You like that dick, good girl?” Vincent asked. I nodded at him, but he shook his head. “I can’t hear you.” I tried to pull off of his dick to respond, but he shook his head. “Ah, ah. Did I tell you that you could stop?” Each new command he gave me made his dick twitch in my mouth. Vincent loved being my dom as much as I loved being his sub. “Let me hear you say that you love my dick.”
“I love your dick,” I fought to say around his huge shaft in my mouth.
“What’s that?”
Swirling my tongue around him, I waited for a moment when I had the most use over my mouth and said, “I love your dick, sir.”
He gave me an erotic smile. “Good girl.”
With that, he really started to pound into my mouth, driving his dick all the way back to its furthest point. I gagged, but didn’t pull back, because I knew how much Vincent loved it. To prove that I was right, he let out a loud growl of satisfaction. “Yes. Just like that. Take me all the way back.”
With the way he was thrusting in, he was perfectly hitting a spot that was sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Even on my knees, I found myself twisting my hips in search of any kind of friction. Vincent sliding in and out of my mouth was almost enough to get me there, I just needed alittle bit more.
“Surely you aren’t trying to come without my permission,” Vincent demanded. “That would be against the rules.”
“No sir,” I moaned around him. “But you feel so good.”
“You want me inside of you?” he said, continuing to hump my face.
I nodded emphatically. “Yes sir.”
“Yes sir, what?”
“I want your dick inside of me,” I whimpered.
After taking a few more moments to dip his cock in and out of me, he pulled it out and loosened his grip on the leash. He started to back his way towards the bed, but then led me around it. I followed him on my hands and knees, until we were on the other side of the bed where there was a small seating area, and against the wall the chairs were facing stood a mirror. This was a popular staging technique by real estate agents to make rooms look bigger, but Vincent clearly had another use in mind.
He walked me over to the coffee table in the center of the space, and turned me to face the mirror. I bent over the table and Vincent knelt behind me, lacing his shaft between my legs. Reaching around so he could pinch my face in his hand, he locked eyes with me in the mirror we were now facing, putting our bodies on full display.
“Isn’t she just the most beautiful pet there is?” he asked, then he leaned forward to lick up my neck and bite on the cartilage of my ear. “I want to see more of you.”
With an arousing force, he shoved the coffee table off to the side while at the same time wrapping an arm around my stomach to hold me. With the coffee table out of the way, my entire figure was on full display. I could see my nipples still hard from Vincent’s earlier abuse, and my eye makeup running from the blowjob. His dick was poking out between my legs and I could see my moisture glistening off of it. It was an intensely erotic scene, and for as exposed as I felt, my body was also burning up from how turned on I was.
“No matter what,” Vincent said. “Don’t take your eyes off this mirror, do you understand?”
I nodded. “Yes sir.”
“Good girl.”
He kissed the side of my neck, and I watched him drag his hands up to squeeze my breasts again. My eyes fluttered to try and close, but I forced them to stay open, feeling goosebumps come to my skin as he studied me closely.
Finally, he pulled back just enough to set himself just inside of me, and started to push in. He moved so slow that it was obvious he was trying to edge me. His dick was impossibly hot inside of me, and within minutes, I was crying and moaning so loud that it was the only thing that could be heart. His hands were massaging my breasts and tweaking my nipples at the same time that his dick was carefully filling me up. My eyes were fighting, wanting to clasp shut to both escape Vincent’s intense scrutiny and breathe in all the pleasure, but I fought to keep them open. At the same time, my lower half was starting to seize up and I knew I’d be coming soon.
“Sir,” I begged. “Please, can I come?”
Vincent bit down on the side of my neck before saying, “I suppose you have done exactly what I asked.”
“Yes sir,” I replied. “I’ve been a good girl.”
“You’ve been a very good girl,” he said. “How do you want it?”
“Rough sir,” I whined. “Fuck me rough, please!”
“For you, I’ll do anything,” Vincent responded.
The words were hissed with a commandment that definitely existed well beyond this single session, but before I could think too much about that, Vincent retrieved the leash that he dropped and wrapped it around his hand multiple times until there was very little space between what he had and the collar around my neck. It made it so that I was arched all the way back, with Vincent and me still connected at the waist and my head folded back over his shoulder. He was gripping so tight with the leash that it had a choking effect that was making me dizzy from pleasure.