Page 34 of Lieutenant

That was the deal.

A deal I really want.

A deal Ineed.

“Ask me like a good pet,” he mumbles against my lips.

“Please, Sir,” I beg.

We’ve already agreed to this in text, even though I didn’t know the specifics of when or how or what would happen.

I didn’twantto know.

That makes it even hotter.

He grabs me by the hair with one hand and forces me to my knees, another fantasy made real. With his other hand, he yanks open his shorts and shoves them down far enough he can pull his cock out. My first look at it up close and in person. He’s hard, ready, and even though I’ve already opened my mouth, he smacks my face with it, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

“Sayit, pet.”

“I’m yours, Sir. I’m your toy and I belong to you. I promise to put Owen first, and follow your rules about this and him, and keep this a secret, for now.”

His positively evil smile makes me even wetter. “Good girl. Now beg for it.”

“Please give me your cock, Sir!”

He shoves in, hard, deep, choking me on his cock, to the point my eyes are watering and I’m struggling not to gag. Now he’s holding my head with both hands, fucking my face, nothing tender or loving about it.

God, he’sperfect.

When he comes, he holds still deep inside my mouth, forcing me to swallow every drop and christening me asHis.

As he catches his breath he finally pulls out, rubbing his softening cock all over my face. The next thing he does shocks me.

He slowly lowers himself to the floor in front of me with a pained grunt, gently cradles my head in his hands, and tenderly kisses me all over my face, including along the tracks of my tears. As he does, he whispers over and over what a good girl I am for him.

I don’t even realize I’m reallycrying, at first. Not just eyes watering, butcrying.

I amnotacrier.

Not until he gathers me in his arms and gently rocks me do I realize I’m crying.

“Oh, my god,” I finally manage after about fifteen minutes.

He chuckles. “So how was that?”

I sit up, awestruck. I’m staring into his eyes. This was a test, and I knew it.

I nod. “More,” I beg. “Please?”

He tucks stray strands of hair behind my ears and seems to study my face for a long moment.

“Okay,” he simply says. “We’ll step things up. See how you handle it.”

But for today, for being a good girl for him, he cuddles me right there on the floor and fingers me until I come twice all over his hand. Then he makes me suck his fingers clean before he tenderly kisses me and calls me his good girl.

I want more.

I want itall.