Page 57 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)

Chapter Forty-Seven

Mal

She was so beautiful, my little owl. Her pale, smooth flesh shined under the intense lighting of my dungeon.

Some masters wanted their sex rooms to be dark, mysterious, and intimidating.

I did not. I wanted to see everything , no matter how minute.

If I wanted her, whomever I had in here, not to see something then I would blindfold her or put blinkers on her to limit her vision.

My little owl had the cutest divot in the tip of her nose, almost like an arrow pointing me down to her lovely pink lips.

I knew the blue of her eyes was not her real coloring.

Looking down at her as I was, I could just make out the faint outline of the contacts around her irises.

When she’d asked to be able to keep her contacts and wigs, I’d agreed.

I might be an asshole, but it seemed I had a soft spot for her.

I cared about her comfort in a way that I’d never cared about a submissive’s before.

She’d just revealed her face to me by removing her owl mask.

If she wanted to keep her contacts and wigs until she was ready, then that was fine by me.

Her eyebrows were brown, though slightly lighter than her landing strip.

It made me wonder just how brown, red brown, or dark blonde her real hair was.

The wig she was wearing was black with bangs, making her brows appear darker than they really were.

I hadn’t realized the bangs the first time we were together because they had blended in with the black feathers of her mask, but now they were obvious.

I gripped her throat, my large hand nearly engulfing her new collar. The reminder of the claim I had over her heated my soul. I’d contracted with submissives before, but my little owl was the first I’d ever collared.

I was already designing a permanent Collar in my head for her. One with feathers and an eternity lock.

I guided the head of my cock to her open mouth.

Her hot breath cascaded over the sensitive head and piss slit, making me have to stifle a groan.

Holding onto the base of my cock, I leaned forward, wet heat surrounding my length.

She remained perfectly still, the fake sapphire shading of her eyes staring up at me, her moist tongue a runway into her mouth.

I continued inside, not stopping even when I hit the back of her throat. Using my hand on her neck, I tipped her head back like a hinge. She shifted her eyes down her face to keep them on me over her.

“Good girl,” I murmured. I loved seeing how my compliment affected her, indicating a sheer lack of praise in her life.

No more. While she had not indicated the need for praise in our contract, I had a feeling it was something she didn’t realize she had a desire for.

But that was part of my job, to follow what was both indicated in the contract and what wasn’t.

If she needed a daily reminder of how beautiful, how incredible, she was, then I would give it to her and we would add a praise clause to our next agreement.

With her head tipped back, I was able to slide even further down the vice grip of her throat.

I felt her muscles contract around me and her tongue twitched.

I paused, giving her a moment to get used to the reflex.

I felt her nostrils flare against my pubes and saw her eyes water, but she did not recoil.

Holding her gaze down the flat of my muscular torso, I pushed forward, blocking her air. Her eyes widened and her body shook. Reaching for her cheek with my free hand, I rubbed the pad of my thumb under the velvety skin of her eye.

Seconds later, I pulled back. Her hot gasps fell over my cock like crashing ocean waves. I gave her a few moments to recover before pushing forward again. And again. And again.

I reveled in the selfish pleasure of taking her so roughly. I wasn’t fucking her mouth with speed, making her splutter and choke on my cock. This was about trust, not rapidity. She was on her knees, frozen on my order, allowing me to take away her air because she trusted I would give it back.

Her jaw shook, her face flushed, and her nose ran, but her eyes never left mine.

Eventually, I stepped back. I did not remove my dick from her mouth, but I pulled back enough where I did not need to keep her head tipped to gain access to her throat. It would be so easy to come inside her mouth. I was poised for it, my balls craving release, except coming wasn’t my goal.

I hadn’t forgotten the vibrating egg inside her. The way the tight muscles of her thighs were quivering, the low setting was affecting her. I moved my left hand from her cheek and reached into my pocket for the remote.

Her eyes widened when I brought the small black plastic into view. I turned it up another setting.

My little owl’s breath hitched and her chest heaved, but she held her position.

“Good girl,” I praised, putting the remote back in my pocket.

I rubbed the underside of her chin with my other thumb.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are right now, pet? Drool running down your tongue, pooling at my feet? My cock on your tongue, your breath on my balls? I fucking love the feeling of your throat constricting around my dick. I plan on adding to my photo collection. Have you lay on my bed with your head over the side. I want a picture with the head of my cock bulging from your throat.”

Her nose flared and I saw her cheeks flush with arousal.

I rubbed her delicate skin. “You like that, pet? You like the idea of immortalizing the sight of my cock down your throat?”

She couldn’t answer, even though it was a direct question. I felt her tongue shift a little under my cock.

I raised an eyebrow. “Careful, pet. That almost felt like a lick.”

Her tongue froze.

I chuckled darkly. “I’ll give you two options, Little Owl.

The choice is yours: I’ll let you suck my cock as you so desperately want to but I turn that vibrating egg inside your pussy up all the way.

Or,” I emphasized, “you remain exactly as you are and I fuck your mouth as roughly as I want. Either way, the rule still applies and you can’t come until after I do. ”

I pulled the remote out of my pocket again and held it up. “Your choice, pet. Will you close your mouth around my cock or will you remain as you are?”

Her eyes flicked to the remote and I saw the conflict in her features for a few precious seconds before she tightened her muscles and stared up at me with renewed vigor, frozen in her determination.

I put the remote away without adjusting the setting.

I smiled, “Good girl.”