Page 212 of The Dommes

“All right. I’ll take care of it.”

Foolishly, I believe that means she’s going to let me come. Haha. Nope.

I’m a naïve idiot when it comes to submitting to a woman.

She makes me get up and finish undressing as she goes into the bedroom. I’m not invited in there. Instead, she returns what feels like fifteen minutes later, when my pelvis has embarrassingly dried even after all of that. I have no idea why. It’s like my body knows to defer to her wishes, and she wants me back at the beginning again.

I need relief, and I needed it twenty minutes ago when she was all over me.

“Sit down, Mathison.”

I obey, but only because I once again foolishly believe she’s going to get me off.

Hahahahaha!

When I see the Avalon Lite in her hand, I know I’m done.

“Don’t give me that look,” Kathleen says playfully, her hand wrapping around the base of the Avalon as she approaches. It’s not until she’s securing it between my legs, as if she’s seen me do it a hundred times before, that I notice the tiny vibrator beneath the ridges that go right against my cunt. Oh God, oh fuck it all, that shit is already buzzing. Increase the flow of blood, why don’t you? Not like it hurts down there or anything. That painful ache of desperately needing to climax. This isn’t metaphorical blue balls. This is gender-bending black and blue balls.

Kathleen gives me a cursory lick before standing back up. She ties my hands behind my back again, and neither of us wants to laugh at her plaything sticking up from my pelvis. I’m trying not to think about it.

Shiiiiit.

“I know it’s a lot, baby.” That cooing drives me up the wall and makes me want to do whatever the fuck she wants… especially if it means a happy ending for me. “You’re a good sport, though. So I’m going to give you the best thing possible.”

I don’t expect anything now.

“My pussy,” she whispers in my ear.

For a split second, I allow myself to believe I get to fuck her. Only a split second, however, because soon I’m on my knees on the carpet, watching Kathleen shake off her shorts and underwear. Both are kicked across the room until I’m staring up at her beautiful slit now covered in the finest blond hairs.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Kathleen sinks into the chair I was in, spreading her legs wide open so I see nothing but what’s between them. She’s wet. Really, really wet.

Did this do that to her?

“Tell me it’s what you wanted. And mean it.”

I mean, I’m looking right into your body, aren’t I, Kathleen? I’m always down for that. “There hasn’t been a moment where I haven’t wanted any part of you.”

Her domineering smile falters for a moment.

“Eat my pussy, Mathison.”

How do I say no to that?

Let’s get a grip. Whenever I’m between a woman’s spread legs, it’s because I’m spoiling her. This is true as a Domme and as… well, whatever this is. There are times I use it as a tool to bring her to the edge and then deny her orgasm, but usually, if I’m going down, my tongue dipping between folds and my nose inhaling the heady scent of a woman’s natural, sweet odor, it’s because she deserves to be spoiled.

Even this woman, with her arms crossed on her chest and her face as sour as a lemon orchard, deserves to be spoiled in the most intimate way possible.

Don’t get me wrong. I love doing it. With her. Kathleen’s scent and taste alone are enough to turn me into a slobbering mess who gets lost in the world she creates, either as a Domme or a sub.

My tongue moves between her folds, flicking against her clit, dipping into her entrance, and teasing her with the tongue fuck I know she wants. The last time I did this, she screamed for nearly five minutes. When her hand snatches in my hair and holds me on her pussy, I think, well, there are worse ways to die. Might as well drown down here with my hands tied behind my back and a vibrator raging against my cunt.

“Holy shit you’re hot.”

Kathleen tastes like ambrosia, as befitting a goddess of her Olympian standing. The deeper my tongue goes inside her, fucking her as my nose rubs her clit, the more I realize this Domme only cares about her sub idolizing her until she’s become one with the universe, the stars and planets around her.

I can do that for you, Kathleen. For you, that is the easiest thing in the world. I can’t imagine any woman more deserving than you.

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