“I…” She closed her mouth.
“Good choice.”
Had he ever seen anything more charming than a perplexed Brandy?
And he wasn’t finished with her yet. “Your pussy is bright red.”
“It feels as if it’s on fire, Sir. And that was from a single smack.” Her tone held a note of awe and appreciation.
“Did you like it?”
“Mmm.”
“I’ve heard that sound when women eat chocolate cake.”
“That, Sir, was better than cake. Even though I wasn’t supposed to come.”
He grinned. “Oh, I meant for that to happen, I promise you.”
For a moment she was silent, before adding, “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’ll still be punished, though.”
She sighed.
“First…” He knelt, then placed a hand on her rear to trap her in place. “Bring your pelvis forward and fuck my face. And you’d better do a good job, or you won’t be allowed another orgasm.”
Brandy was too well trained to question him or hesitate.
Still, because of her bondage, the order was a bit difficult to follow, which was fine with him.
Slowly, she moved her hips, and he soothed the path he’d blazed.
“Dear God, Master Niles…”
He enjoyed the pitch to her voice, as if her vocal cords were rubbed raw by arousal.
After coating a finger with her desire, he pressed it against her anal whorl.
As he worked himself inside her tightest opening, he sucked her clit into his mouth then released her to cover her pussy with long sweeps of his tongue.
Frantically, moaning, arching, she gyrated.
He ate her pussy, savoring her feminine taste, enjoying the urgency of her responses.
If she weren’t restrained, he had no doubt she’d dig her hands in his hair and hold his head prisoner.
As it was, she had to count on him to support her weight as she ground her heat against his mouth.
“Do me,” she whispered in desperate demand.
Fuck.
It had been so long since he’d been this alive, and right now, he’d do anything to please her.
She bent her knees to change the angle as much as possible and give him greater access. He slid his tongue into her dampness, and she whimpered.
“I can’t hold off, Sir!”