Page 55 of Dark Prince

I can’t help but laugh. “Because I’m Irish.”

One side of his mouth curls up in a sexy grin as he replies, “Either that or vodka.”

“I’ve always been a tall-pint kind of woman.”

“Guiness it is.” He takes my chin into his hand and tilts my head up gently. “If anything happens that you’re even a little unsure of, say the word, and we’ll stop. Don’t ever feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to do. Just say the word. I want total comfort and consent.”

His words accomplish exactly that. “Okay. Let’s start.”

Another smirk. He walks slowly from the bed and sits down in the chair in the corner of the room.

“Come.”

He tugs the chain gently, enough to make it go taut. He uses just enough force to pull but not to hurt. I rise from the bed, and he slowly pulls the chain more and more, guiding me over to him.

Soon, I’m standing before him.

“Think of this leash as an extension of my hand. Where it guides you, you come. Understood?”

“Understood.”

He seems to place extra emphasis on coming as if he knows precisely the effect he has on me.

“Let’s begin.”

He tugs the leash gently, guiding me toward his mouth. We kiss, his tongue finding mine, his free hand lifting my shirt and pulling down my pants. I help him, and soon, I’m nearly nude before him. His touch explores more of my body, caressing my breasts, teasing my hips, and venturing between my thighs just enough to send a fresh wave of arousal through me.

He tugs the chain again, this time guiding me to my knees.

“Open my pants.”

I do so happily, undoing his leather belt, buckle, and zipper before reaching inside, taking hold of his cock, and pulling it out. My mouth waters as it always does at the sight of his manhood, long and thick, hard and dripping, just for me. I can’t resist leaning forward and licking his head, tasting the salty bit of precum at the end.

“Someone’s jumping the gun,” he says with a smirk.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help it.”

He pulls the leash gently again, guiding me back to his cock.

“Since you’ve already shown such initiative,” he adds with a wink.

Luk doesn’t need to say another word. I go right back to work, extending my tongue and licking him up and down his length. God, he tastes so good, so perfect. His cock is like a treat, a delicious dessert I can’t wait to devour. I alternate between licks and kisses, glancing up at him, loving the way he gazes down at me while I work.

When I’ve teased him enough, I open my mouth and take his head inside, lavishing it with my tongue as I suck. I glance up; my look is heavy with arousal. I move my lips down further, taking more and more of him into me.

Luk curls the rest of the leash’s slack around his fist. When there’s only a few inches left, his hand right by my head, he pulls down slowly, lowering me even further, more of his cock entering my mouth.

“See?” he asks. “A little guidance goes a long way.”

It’s hard to smile with my mouth so full, but his words nearly make me do it. To my surprise, deepthroating him isn’t uncomfortable. It feels natural, even. Luk has merely pushed me past my limits to a place I’d deep down wanted to go.

He guides me off his cock, his length glistening. He stands.

“On the bed.” The leash slackens.

I do as he says. Luk steps over to the bed, and I follow behind him, crawling. The sensation is strange but good. I feel like I’m his property, like he’s truly claimed me.

Once at the bed, he guides me with the leash to my feet, then onto my back upon the bed.

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