Page 39 of Truth

Thinking about the possibilities, though, had me growing harder. The moment I’d walked in the door and saw her there on the floor, my body had begun to react. There was no disguising my erection as it pressed against my slacks, begging to be let free.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. While I knew her seeing me aroused no longer caused her fear, I did need to remain in control of myself. I couldn’t just do whatever I wanted without concern for her. We’d only started to discuss taking things further with the rope. It had to be a step at a time.

The thought of her tied up only made things worse, and I hoped I’d be able to survive the night, let alone the rest of the week. Sex with Brianna was amazing, but I longed to explore other things with her. Other kinky things.

Logan had been out of town for the last two weeks. We’d e-mailed back and forth a few times, but it was mostly mundane stuff. We didn’t discuss details regarding our lifestyles. There were too many ways e-mails and texts could fall into the wrong hands. It wasn’t something either of us needed. He was flying home tonight, and we were scheduled to have lunch on Thursday. Given some of my recent conversations with Brianna, added to what I’d come home to... I wanted to propose something to him that would require his and Lily’s help.

Knowing I couldn’t make her wait forever, I took a deep breath and walked as calmly as I could back to where Brianna remained kneeling on the floor. She was extremely patient, and I had no doubt it was a skill she’d been forced to acquire painfully at Ian’s hands. I could, however, see the pulse in her neck beating out a steady but rapid rhythm. If I knew for sure she were ready for a good spanking, I would waste no time bending her over the back of the couch and giving her one. Then take her from behind as I enjoyed the view of her nice, red ass. Considering her reaction to the two single swats I’d given her, I knew that wasn’t the case, though.

Plunging my fingers back into her hair, I drew her head to my groin and pressed, letting her feel what she was doing to me. The heat of her breath through my pants, knowing that her mouth was so close, made my resolve slowly disappear. I needed to feel her tongue, her lips, milking me.

“Undo my pants, Brianna.”

She glanced up at me, unsure.

“If this isn’t what you want, you need to tell me now.”

Instead of answering verbally, she looked down at my crotch and then reached for the button on my slacks. My cock twitched in anticipation.

The last time she’d had her mouth on me, things hadn’t ended well. She’d snuck into my bedroom while I was sleeping, still under the impression that she was my slave and thinking that waking me up, servicing me, would be a great way of thanking me for being nice to her. It had the opposite effect. I didn’t want a mindless slave girl who did only what she was told and had no thoughts, feelings, or wants of her own.

She pulled my zipper down, the flaps falling to the side. All thoughts of the past slipped from my mind as I became intensely focused on the present.

“Take it out.”

Brianna took a deep breath, reached back up to push my boxers down, and released my cock from its confines. It bobbed slightly and then pointed straight at her. She sat, waiting, watching, her hands in her lap.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head, holding it in place. Closing my eyes, I struggled for control. This was another first for us. I wanted to make this last.

Feeling slightly more centered, I looked down. Brianna stared up at me. There was no fear in her eyes, and it washed away any lingering doubts I had about continuing this.

With my left hand, I caressed the side of her face before brushing my thumb over her lips until she parted them. I slipped my thumb inside her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. Instinctively, she relaxed her jaw.

“If at any time you need to stop, to end this, I want you to tap my arm twice. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded.

“Good girl. Now let’s see if that mouth of yours is as good as I remember.”

I stepped closer, the tip of my erection touching her lips. Just the feel of her breath was sending blood rushing from my brain down to my groin. If I waited any longer, I might explode before I ever got to relive the pleasure of her mouth enveloping my cock in its warmth. She wasn’t giving me any indication that she didn’t want this, so I was through holding back.

Allowing my thumb to slip from her mouth, I tangled my hand in her hair and waited to see what she would do. It didn’t take long. Brianna opened her mouth wide, and nearly my entire length was surrounded by her warm, wet mouth.

She bobbed her head and ran her tongue up and down my length as she sucked. It was nothing short of heavenly. As I felt that tightening in my balls, I gathered her hair around my fist and guided her movements. There was something mesmerizing about watching a woman as she used her mouth. Something about watching my erection move in and out from between her beautiful pink lips. Every now and then, I got a glimpse of her tongue as it glided up, down, and around my entire length. The closer I got, the more I needed.

“Relax your throat.” It was all the warning I gave her before tightening my hold on her hair and thrusting in her mouth.

Brianna didn’t miss a beat. She closed her eyes, relaxed, and within seconds I was plunging down her throat and she was sucking with an intensity that sent the last of my self-control out the window. I pulled roughly on her hair as the evidence of my orgasm emptied down her throat. The surge of energy exploded until I was left breathless and certain that I’d just experienced the best blowjob of my life.

I opened my eyes and looked down as I pulled out of her mouth. She gazed up at me, her blue eyes darker than normal, and I knew she’d not been unaffected by what she’d just done. Untangling my hand from her hair, I trailed the backs of my fingers gently across the side of her face, down to the mouth that had just given me so much pleasure.

“Thank you.”

She smiled, and it had to be one of the best things I’d ever seen.

“You’re welcome, Sir.”

I smiled back.

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