Page 17 of Submit (Two Wheeled Psychos #3)

“Oh fuck, Daddy.” Millie purrs, lengthening her body under me as we land on the soft mattress of the hotel bed, sinking into it. “Take me as hard and fast as you rode today.”

“You liked that? Watching me defy death on a crotch rocket.” I whisper, pressing my face into the crook of her neck, licking her damp and salty skin.

“Yes. Very much.”

I can feel her voice vibrating her throat against my flattened tongue, as well as the pulse that thrums erratically just under the skin. Her adrenaline is still up as high as mine, and if it weren’t for me still being squeezed into a hot and wet leather suit, I’d already be inside of her.

“You know what I like?” I ask her, kissing up her jawline to her earlobe, then grabbing it with my front teeth.

“What?”

“You, in this pretty little thing that I’m about to destroy, just because I can.”

“You first.” She giggles as I nip and bite at her neck, inhaling the scent of her sweat and pheromones that drive me absolutely wild.

“Me first what?”

“Off with this heavy stuff.” She says, pulling on the sleeves of my gear, unable to budge it. “Strip for me.”

Sitting up, straddling her waist, trapping her between my thighs, I look down at her all smiling and flushed.

“And how do we ask?”

Batting her eyelashes, pretending to be sweet she looks up at me, softening her gaze. “Please Sir, take this off so I can see you and touch you.”

“Much better my little bunny. You may look but not touch though.” I say, grabbing her hands and lifting them above her head, crossing her wrists together and pushing them into the pillow under her head. “Stay right there. Don’t move.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Climbing off her, I look around the room for anything I can use to bind her in place.

Spotting the tie backs on the curtains over the large windows, I grab them and run them through my hands.

The soft, cream colored, satiny material will work well enough without leaving marks if she can’t or won’t cooperate once bound.

“Now bunny, you’re going to be a good girl for me aren’t you? Because if not, I’ll blindfold you too and you won’t be able to see either.”

“You wouldn’t.” She purrs as I lean over her, looking down at her eyes shining with amusement.

“Oh, but I would.” I say, taking her wrists and wrapping them with the curtain tie, making sure it’s snug but not too tight.

Her arms elongate as I bring her hands up to the headboard of the king-sized bed, stretching her even more when I secure her to the wrought iron metal work.

It’s a stunning sight, her laying there, bound and unable to escape, or move anything except her lower half, which will be wrapped around me sooner rather than later.

My gear is becoming tight with how hard I am under it. The leather doesn’t have much give, and if I grow any larger I run the risk of busting out the industrial strength zipper.

Her eyes stare at the bulge on my front, and she licks her lips hungrily as I stand next to her at the head of the bed. “Mmmm take it off.”

The zipper drags down my front slowly as I tease her by making it go down then back up a little before going down again. How she can find this sexy is beyond me, because underneath the single piece jumpsuit, I’m also wearing a compression shirt and pants. Safety first and all, ya know.

“Take it all off?” I ask her, cocking my eyebrow at her then giving her a playful wink.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I slide my hand down my front, palming my cock through the leather, shaking it so she can tell how hard I am without actually seeing it, building her anticipation. It works, and I chuckle to myself when I see a drop of drool escape the side of her pretty mouth.

“Mmmm.”

“You gonna suck it like your freedom depends on it?” I ask her, sliding the zipper down further, exposing the compression clothes underneath that are stuck to my body with the sweat from the ride in the Florida heat.

“Yes, Sir.”

It’s a struggle to strip out of the leathers, then the damp under clothes, and by the time the compression shirt peels off over my head, I’m ready t grab a knife to cut it off.

My pants come last, my cock swinging up and smacking me on the lower belly as it finally comes free from the lycra and nylon fabric.

I can smell the perspiration on my skin, it’s heady and acidic, laced with the woodsy and citrusy smell of my body wash. I wouldn’t say it’s sexy, but with the way she’s salivating like Pavlov’s dogs I assume she likes it.

“You’ll earn the liberty to touch if you do a good job and make me cum deep in that throat of yours.” I say to her, leaning over, my dick bobbing in her face, my left hand on the headboard supporting my weight.

“Yes, Sir.” She mewls, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, licking the air in front of my cock head. “Let me have it please.”

“Beg for it.” I command, wrapping my right hand around it, stroking it in her face, just out of reach of her mouth and flicking tongue.

“Please Sir, may I have it? Please. I want to taste it, and suck it, and make it feel so good.”

“You know how to be a good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Taste it. Slowly.”

With a devious grin I lean forward just a bit more and rub the already wet head of my cock on her lips. Her tongue peeks back out and she licks the little slit, gathering up the bead of precum on it, and taking it into her mouth.

“Mmmm, so good.” She says, rolling her eyes back and flattening her tongue. “More please,”

“You like that? The taste of my precum and sweat?” I ask, pushing my hips forward until she can take a couple of inches of me in her hot and needy mouth.

“Yes, Sir.”

Her bright green eyes close, and her eyelashes flutter so prettily across her cheeks as she takes me into her mouth and sucks like her life depends on it.

It’s the best feeling ever, her lips squeezing me, and her tongue pressing against the underside of it, feeling the veins as I slowly move back and forth.

As she devours the first half of me, I can’t help but study her face.

The smooth forehead, and almond shaped eyes look almost angelic.

Her narrow nose and the way her cheek bones rise when she smiles around me, is sexy as sin.

Her lips and how naturally pink they are without a lick of makeup on make me want to fuck her mouth forever.

I even count the tiny little freckles that surround the bridge of her nose and line under her eyes. They’re so small and pale I never noticed them before she got a little color in the sun today. She really is perfection in the flesh.

“Such a sweet little bunny, taking some of me. You want some more?” She eagerly nods her head, her words silent as she sucks hard on me, and draws me into her a little more.

“That’s it. Good girl, take me.” With a thrust of my hips, I shove the rest of my dick in her mouth, feeling her open up for it, but not before her eyes water and her throat constricts in protest. “Beautiful. Choke on it baby.”

Her hands flex above her head, and her feet wiggle on the bed, showing me the energy she has in her, and the need for more.

Without taking myself from her lips, I climb on the bed and perch myself on her chest, not bearing any weight down except just enough for her to feel my dominating presence. She’s already having a hard time breathing around my girth, I don’t need to crush the poor baby’s lungs too.

“There. Isn’t that nice? You can take all of me, and I can fuck your face proper now. And it’s such a perfect view too.” I say to her, grabbing her hair in my fist and holding her head still, making her flinch and squeeze her eyes closed tightly. “So perfect.”

“Yes, Sir.” She mumbles around me with tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, rolling down her temples and onto the pillow.

I flex my hips pushing deeper into her, stopping her breath completely for a moment, waiting for her to take in some air through her nose.

When she finally gets it, and takes me in another inch, I’m about to lose my ever-loving mind.

It feels amazing, the entrance to the esophagus, her tonsils, and the way the back of her tongue squeezes my dick head.

It’s almost too much…almost, and I start a punishing rhythm of fucking her beautiful face, with my balls slapping her chin, my hand still pulling her hair, and her mouth stretching wide to accommodate me.

Her lips look like they’re going to split open in the corners, and the skin pulls taut as I go harder and faster, choking her, making her gag.

She lurches under me, her face scrunching up, the drool running from her mouth in little streams, dripping onto her chest, running down her until they pool on the white sheets, making them translucent.

The orgasm is coming on quick with the suction she makes, and the way her face is becoming wrecked with her tears and saliva.

She’s a filthy little thing, doing her best to make me happy, and that’s the hottest thing ever.

When they want you to feel good, when it makes the submissive happy to please the dominant, that’s a special place, and that’s where her precious little fucking mouth is taking us.

“Yes, baby. Just like that.” I grunt out, feeling my cum moving along the shaft of my cock. “A little harder. You can do it. Yes. Such a good little cock loving slut. I love it.”

The dirty words fall out of my mouth so easily with her, and as my cum bursts from my dick and shoots down her throat, they disappear, to be replaced with only grunts, sighs, and curses of divine pleasure until I’m drained empty, and left panting over her.

“Don’t spill a drop bunny. Swallow it all.”

She swallows hard a few times, her nose scrunching up, and when she finally has it all down, her jaw falls slack, and I slide out of her mouth.

Long strings of spit and cum mixed together stretch from the tip of my cock to her lips as I pull away and look down at the utter mess I made of her face.

“So beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She says, her voice hoarse from the swelling in her throat.

“I’m going to do what I promised now, and ruin that pretty little dress. Don’t worry though, I’ll buy you a new one.”