Page 18 of Power Struggle

“Do you really want to know?” I ask, arching a brow.

He nods, making me smirk. Finally. I run my fingers over his jaw softly. “Get on your knees, Pet. Stick your tongue out and eat me from clit to ass. Don’t stop. I don’t want want to hear anything besides the sloppy sounds of you devouring me. I don’t even want to hear you breathe. You sure you still want this?”

His eyes widen, and he groans. Jack leans in, pressing his lips to mine, this time softer. “I aim to please you, Mistress.”

He carries me to the bed and drops me haphazardly on my back. I bounce, and a surprised giggle leaves my lips. Wasting no time, Jack works his way down my body, pressing sucking kisses to every inch he can find. My neck, my collar bone–paying special attention to the choker, my breasts. His palms glide up and down my ribs as his mouth does exactly what I demanded. He devours me.

My nipples are raw and aching by the time he moves further down my body. He presses soft kisses along my ribs and hip bones. A moment of insecurity hits, but before it can take root, he soothes sweet strokes over my bones with his soft fingers and dips between my thighs.

“Holy shit,” I cry out. My hips arch off the bed with the first swipe of his tongue. Jack throws my legs over his shoulders and bands an arm over my hips, keeping me tethered to him.

Another lick, and he groans. “Fuck, Addy,” he murmurs, causing me to shiver. My fingers find his hair, and I quickly grip it, pulling him back.

Even though I’m already shaking and on the edge, a fact I refuse to tell him, we’re still doing this my way. “Try that again, Pet.”

His eyes flare wide, and his cheeks pinken. “Fuck, Mistress,” he corrects, swallowing. “You taste incredible.”

I smirk. “I know. Now be a good boy and drown in my cum.”

“Goddammit,” he groans as his hips hump against the plush bed. “You’re going to be the death of me with that mouth.”

He dives back in, eating me like I’m his favorite meal. His thick tongue licks a path from my ass to clit and back again. He grips my thighs, lifting my legs higher, giving him better access to all of me.

In seconds, I’m cumming for the second time tonight. It’s sharp and unexpected, barreling into me like a semi. “Jack,” I cry out, tugging his hair hard, pulling him into me, refusing to let him leave, even for a second. I feel him grin against my sensitive flesh before sucking my clit into his mouth, sending another wave of sparks dancing through my body.

He drops one of my legs when my fingers loosen a fraction and pulls away enough to look up at me. “Can I trust you not to move, or do I need to strap you to the bed?”

A bark of punishment sits on my tongue, but the threat of being tied down, coupled with the evil look in his eyes, has me tucking my lips into my mouth. I nod.

“That’s my beautiful slut. Thank you.” My face blazes with heat, and another wave of arousal floods me at his degrading praise.

He releases his hold on me and grabs two of the pillows in the pile next to us before stuffing them under my ass to lift my hips. I expect him to settle back between my thighs, so I’m shocked when he crawls back up my body and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “Do you like the way we taste together, Mistress?” he murmurs before shoving his tongue into my mouth. I moan, my back arching off the bed. So close. He’s so close. He could just slip inside and fuck me hard, right– “Perfect, aren’t we?”

I choke out a gravelly yes, making him chuckle before he drops back between my thighs. God, he’s so good at this. I moan, fucking up my hips into his mouth. “Tell me how happy you are to be eating my pussy, Pet. Tell me how much you love it.” He doesn’t respond but groans loudly. In seconds, my clit’s between his teeth, and two fingers are plunging deep inside me.

My hips buck up again as another orgasm builds, and just like that, he’s gone. I growl, barely fighting a tantrum. “Get back down there,” I snap.

He shakes his head, sighing. “I’ll play your game if you’ll play mine. I’ll be your good little boy if you’ll be my obedient slut. Stay on the bed. Do not move until I tell you to, or this all stops. Understood?”

God fucking dammit. What have I gotten myself into? Groaning, I nod.

“What’s your safeword, Addison?” My eyes widen at his question. He’s just eating me out, isn’t he? Swallowing, I murmur red. “Good. Now scream for me.”

Three fingers roughly plunge into my dripping pussy, curving up and finding my g-spot with unnerving accuracy. And just like he said, I scream. Again and again, Jack brings me pleasure, unlike anything I’ve ever known. His movements are precise. Practiced and perfected. He knows when to pause or slow down. How much more to give me. How much I can take. He adds fingers and takes them away. Sucks my clit between his teeth and bites down, only to then ignore it for countless painful minutes.

He’s not just eating me out. This is a fucking religious experience.

I don’t know how long it goes on, but eventually, I become delirious. I stopped counting after my twentieth orgasm. They haven’t all been explosive. Some were small, tremble-inducing zaps. Some made me breathless from screaming so loud. I know for a fact I’ve squirted multiple times. A lot, judging by the soaking pillows beneath me. Jack never stopped, barely pausing to let me breathe. All the while, he’s encouraged me, giving me words of filthy praise. He’s finger fucked me within an inch of my life, yet I still feel utterly empty.

“Jack, pl-please,” I stutter, vaguely aware of the fact that at some point, I’ve dropped the entire scene, losing control and giving it over to him. “Please,” I cry…and I mean actually cry. The tears started streaming somewhere around orgasm number seven and haven’t stopped since.

He pops off my clit but doesn’t remove his three–or is it four–fingers from my swollen, soaked pussy. I think there might even be one in my ass. Honestly, I have no idea what’s where. All I know is that everything is sensitive and throbbing with pleasure.

“What color, Addy?” he asks softly. I shake my head, black spots dancing in my vision. I don’t know what to say. I’m not done. I just want him. “I’m here, baby.” It’s the love in his voice that breaks me. I didn’t even realize I was talking out loud. That’s how out of it I am, and yet he’s still here, guiding and supporting me. A choked sob leaves my throat, but Jack doesn’t move. “Say it, Addison.” His opposite hand strokes my sweaty, sticky belly softly. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

“Ye-yellow. I need a minute, I think,” I murmur, wiping my tears away. I blink rapidly to clear my vision and finally look down at him. His face is red and soaked with my releases, and the sight of it has me giggling. It’s a choked, ugly sound, but it’s progress. “God, I look so good all over your face.”

His eyes widen, and his fingers slip from my pussy and, yes, ass, causing me to jolt. Seconds later, we’re both laughing hysterically. I think I might be losing it. Jack’s head drops onto my thigh, and he presses a kiss to it before dropping another to my pussy and opposite leg.

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