Page 63 of For the Sub

Blood rushed to her head and the ground swayed beneath her.

But the truth was, there was no place she’d rather be than this close to him.

His next move jostled her, and she braced her palms on his back, not that he would drop her, she was sure.

In the bathroom he deposited her on the countertop.

“That’s cold, Sir,” she protested.

“My apologies, Princess. Maybe you’d be more comfortable on your knees?”

She yielded to the impulse to link her hands around his neck. “If you say so, Sir.”

“I do.” His motions at odds with the simmering passion in his eyes, he placed her on the tile floor before putting a hand on her head and forcing her down.

From this position, his dick was the only thing she could see.

“Lick it. No hands.”

“I love the way you taste,” she said after placing her tongue against the underneath of his cockhead. Clean, crisp.

After saying that, Brandy sucked him into her mouth.

“I said to lick it, sub. Do as you’re told.”

His tone held a sexy growl that drove her mad.

Mindful of his order, she let his cock slip from her mouth before angling her head to once again draw her tongue along his shaft from slit to balls.

“That’s better.”

He might be a big, bad, demanding Dom, but the way he dug his hands into her hair and held her assured her he was enjoying her service.

As she continued, he grew thicker.

When he finally pulled away, he had to be close to ejaculating. “Kneel back.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You could say that like you mean it.”

“Sorry.” Her voice lacked contrition.

She wanted him to spill down her throat, using her like the submissive she was. “That was the best I could. I’m too well trained to tell you what I really thought, Sir.”

“You’ll get as much cock as you want later, beautiful Brandy.”

Satisfaction oozed through her.

He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature then extended his hand.

“Thank you.” She accepted and allowed him to draw her to a standing position. “I need to put my hair up.” Bending, she grabbed two large clips from a basket beneath the sink.

“Allow me.” He plucked one of the plastic pieces from her and scooped up a handful of strands that he wrapped around his palm.

Then he lowered his head to take in the scent.

No man had ever done something she found so exotically appealing.

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