Page 49 of Mark my Words

“Fine. We’ll use your stupid laptop. We’ve already covered that sometimes bigger isn’t better.”

“Sometimes it is, though,” he said with a wink, pulling open the lid and starting to type, probably logging into the system to access the shared document server.

“It’s not that big, Sam.“ Arching an eyebrow, I made a suggestive glance at his crotch, and he narrowed his eyes.

He scooted his chair closer to mine, placing his arm around the back and grazing his lips against my ear. “You didn’t seem to mind when you were moaning for me to take you so deep it hurt last week.”

“Fuck me,” I blew out under my breath, willing my pulse to slow down. I was never going to survive this edit. Sam would keep distracting me until I couldn’t take it anymore, and my brain exploded from pent-up sexual frustration.

“I will,” he whispered, his hand settling on my thigh, his thumb dragging across the skin on the inside until it met the hem of my skirt. My legs widened fractionally, and my head turned to the side, his lips grazing my jaw as I reached forward to turn the laptop in my direction. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you on this table right now.”

“Stop,” I whined, my mouth going dry as he slipped his hand underneath the hem, grazing the scrap of silk covering me.

“I just want to see how wet you are,” he whispered in a muffled voice. “You haven’t looked at the book yet. I bet you’ll be drenched by the time we get through a few chapters.”

Despite my better judgment, I parted my legs as far as the chair legs would allow, gripping the arms and closing my eyes as he slipped a finger beneath the edge of my panties. He was right, I was wet, and we hadn’t even gotten into the spicy stuff yet.

“Fuck,” he groaned before he withdrew his hand and helped pull my skirt back into place.

“God, you’re such a fricking tease,” I growled as he used a hand to adjust himself, his hips shifting side to side in his chair. He licked his lips and unbuttoned the cuffs on his dress shirt, quickly rolling them up and pushing them up past his elbows. “That’s just playing dirty.”

“I would say I was sorry, but I’d be a fucking liar,” he laughed, pulling the laptop to the edge of the table and starting to read aloud.

“The lights flickered momentarily, the deep red fading and plunging the room into darkness before returning as Frances stepped closer to her bound captive. She was watching with keen eyes as his chest expanded in a shaky breath before he let it out in a stuttering pant. He was blindfolded, arms stretched enticingly across the bed, wrists enclosed by black leather as he lay prone and vulnerable to her whims.

Glancing at the table to her left, she quickly pulled a small metal harness with leather straps from the wooden surface and turned it over in her hands as she tried to gauge if she could maneuver the equipment into place without injuring her submissive.

He was a good boy, his cock laying flaccid against his thigh, but she knew the longer she left him bound, the more his mind would be prone to wander, awakening the beast between his legs. But he had a job to complete first, and sacrifices needed to be made.

“Hold still, pet,” she soothed as she approached the bed, carefully pulling the metal cage around his member, fastening the buckles, and securing it behind his balls, rendering his equipment useless to her now. But that wasn’t the part of his body she intended to use; his tongue would suffice for her current needs.

His breath was still even as she climbed onto the large bed, throwing one leather boot encased thigh over his shoulder as she straddled the area around his neck.

She longed to look into his pretty brown eyes, to see the excitement in them as she untied the strings on the sides of her panties and pulled the wet silk from between her thighs, but that would have to wait for his next session. They were enacting his fantasy of being bound and rendered partially senseless.

Being a Domme was what she did and who she was. Frances made strong alpha men beg her to take away their freedom and use their bodies for her entertainment. When she’d gotten into the community at an early age, she’d tried to submit, but it became clear she wasn’t good at following orders, craving the adrenaline rush from being in a position of power.

It helped her harness confidence when powerful men trusted her enough to control their fantasies, and she was good at it. Her clients often clamored for her attention well past when their dynamics ended, but this was just a fantasy realm for her; her heart had turned to stone long ago.

“Open,” she commanded as she tugged on his lip, smiling as he complied, his mouth falling open softly.

“Good boy, you’re such a good listener,” she cooed, watching as his arms shifted fractionally against the restraints with her praise. The ones with the praise kinks were her favorite, so eager to follow instructions. This particular client thrived on positive feedback and often tried to anticipate her commands. Sometimes, it got him into trouble, but he also enjoyed impact play, so a spanking wasn’t a deterrent to him.

“Are you ready, my pet?” She was practically straddling his face already, he had to know what was coming despite the blindfold, and she grinned as she watched his tongue peek out between his full lips. “That’s right, my boy, Mistress wants you to make her come with that wicked mouth of yours before she lets you out of these restraints. Think you can manage that with only your tongue?”

She waited a fraction of a second, watching his lips move, but he caught himself, nodding with his head back against the pillow.

“You may speak freely,” she told him softly. “But it might be difficult with your tongue in my pussy.”

“Get up here, Fanny,” he growled as he bit down on his lower lip, her thighs shifting as his broad shoulders lifted from the bed.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she scolded. “So impatient. I think you forget who is in charge here, young man.”

“Fuck my face,” he whispered as he licked his lips, the soft moan Frances could not conceal ringing loudly in the dimly lit room.

“Oh, I plan to,” she told him huskily, shifting forward to hold onto the metal headboard and lowering her bare skin to his greedy mouth.”

“Are they fricking kidding me with this?”

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