Page 119 of Bound By Words

Breaking the eye contact momentarily, I lifted my dress over my head, expecting Nathan to look down, but he continued to watch my face, just waiting.

I knew that some dominants didn’t like their submissives to make direct eye contact in a scene, seeing it as defiant, but I liked knowing that he was watching my every move—waiting for me to direct him.

“You may look,” I said softly as I stepped into the space between his open legs, my hand grasping his hardness firmly. “But you can’t touch.”

His gaze was almost searing as he studied what I was wearing, his tongue slowly peeking out to wet his lips. His fingers clenched the chair’s material, the fabric bunching as his knuckles flexed and turned white.

“I need you to hold still,” I instructed as I gripped the end of his tie, pulling it taut in my other fist. “The only word I want to hear out of your mouth is stop. If you come, we leave, and you don’t get to touch me for an entire day.”

He nodded, his eyes widening.

I leaned forward, dragging my lips along the outer edge of his ear as I pulled the tie tighter. “I’ll spend the entire day naked and make you watch as I touch myself with things from your playroom. I’d hate for you to have to watch but be unable to touch. That doesn’t sound like very much fun for you.”

A low grunt escaped his lips as I nipped at his earlobe, leaning back slightly so I could look directly into his eyes.

“Wait.” His voice was a harsh whisper as he cupped my cheek with his palm.

“But…”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“But, Nathan, I thought…”

“No,” he interrupted. “Don’t do this because you think it’s what I want. Do it because you want to. Do it because the thought of it is going to turn you on. Don’t do this for me. Because I won’t enjoy it if you aren’t doing it for the right reasons.”

“And if I want to?”

“Then, by all means, sunshine––take what you want,” he smiled, returning his hand to the chair and falling back into his submissive role.

“Oh, I will. Just try not to embarrass yourself, stud. I’d hate for our plans to have to be put on hold. Eyes on me.”

Giving his cock a firm squeeze. I kept my grip tight on his tie as I sank to my knees.

My adrenaline spiked as I saw a few people standing off to the side, watching us, including a woman holding a camera. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, focusing all my energy on keeping control of this scene.

When I opened my eyes, Nathan was watching me intently, a gentle smile on his lips. He dipped his chin, giving me an imperceptible nod. That was all the encouragement I needed as I leaned forward, slowly engulfing the head of his dick in my mouth.

Nathan’s eyes connected with mine as I slowly worked my way down, taking more and more of him with each pass of my mouth. His chest heaved as I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks.

The last time I’d done this, he’d still maintained control over the situation—grasping my hair, using that filthy mouth to tell me what he liked—but I was in control this time.

Nathan’s dark, expressive eyes watched me hungrily as I bobbed my head, pausing to suckle the head of his dick and then slowly suck his length back inside the warm wetness of my mouth.

His whole body was tense as I incrementally increased my pace, his thighs tensing as I broke my gaze and focused on relaxing my throat to take his full length. My eyes watered as I held him in my throat, forcing my mouth down several times before releasing him.

I had to admit, watching him battle to remain still—simply because I’d told him to—made me feel powerful. I’d never thought being on my knees between a man’s thighs could be anything other than a submissive position, but as I pushed down and took his whole length again, the head pressing against the back of my throat, I’d never felt more in control.

Gripping the base firmly, I pushed higher on my knees and used the leverage to force my mouth down on him, gagging slightly, which caused him to let out a rumbling groan. His cock throbbed against my tongue as I sucked my way back to the tip, my heart racing as I saw the way his entire body was tensed. He was close. So close, but he still hadn’t told me to stop.

He wasn’t the only thing throbbing as I sucked him back into my mouth, taking him in as far as I could and twisting my head from side to side. My eyes watered as I held him there, and my thighs clenched, my clit slipping along the vibe tucked between my legs.

Part of me wanted to tease him, pull the extra remote out of my bra, and turn it on, making myself come with him in my mouth, but I was focused on his pleasure. On knowing it would be so much more pleasurable for him later tonight if I edged him just right.

Foreplay had never been such a long, drawn-out process for me, typically only lasting for a few minutes before the main act, but the wait… The long, slow-burn tease was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. I wanted him desperate for me. Like I was desperate for him. All of him. His body, his pleasure, the way he took care of me. His heart. I wanted it all.

I moaned, my heart beating faster as I bobbed my head, sucking hard at the tip before forcing him back inside.

Part of me was thoroughly impressed by his control, but I felt desperate. Sucking harder…moving faster…moaning and gagging with each downward stroke.

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