Page 12 of Dominic

She swirled her tongue around the soft tip of his cock, lapping around the drop of pre-cum that had formed. She didn’t even try to hide the soft moan of pleasure at tasting him again. She sucked on just the crown.

“Fuck.”

She smiled, peeking up at Dominic’s face, watching him staring at her. She grasped the base of him with her hand, her tongue playing along the tip. Soon she took more of him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out with suction.

She was teasing him. They both knew it.

He groaned. “Whipping you in front of Tambour, fucking you with that plug… I wanted to take you right there. I didn’t care if that little pervert came all over himself watching us. I wanted to slide my dick inside your pussy until you screamed and begged me to fuck you harder.”

She sucked him harder at the words, her eyes falling closed. “And you will be begging me, soon.”

He reached down beneath the shirt and pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers hard enough to make her gasp. She was panting with need and trying to suck him at the same time.

“Now suck my cock the way I taught you how. Do you remember, Cassandra? If not, I’m sure there’s a wooden spoon here in the kitchen. A couple dozen swats on your naked ass with that with that ought to jog your memory, especially given how tender your ass already is.”

Cassandra immediately released the suction of the tip of his head and took his cock out of her mouth and began licking down the bottom until she was at the base. He lifted so she could move his pants further out of the way, giving her complete access to his balls.

His breath hissed through his teeth as she gripped one firmly in her hand and brought the other into her mouth.

“Yes, suck my balls, you dirty girl. I’ve been dreaming for years about seeing you on your knees again doing this, face in my crotch.” She sucked them just the way he’d taught her, knew the exact pressure he wanted, almost like muscle memory for her.

She scratched her nail lightly along the line of his perineum as she sucked slightly harder.

He jerked slightly. “Fuck, Cass.”

The rough timber of his voice as he said her name floated along her nerves. Her nipples pebbled and she couldn’t help but grind herself against his leg. She switched to the other side with her mouth and ran her nail up that sensitive area again.

“Do you remember how I trained you to blow me?”

Now Cassandra’s breath hissed out. She nodded. Yes, he’d used reward and punishment to train her.

“Remote controlled clit stimulator and a paddle worked wonders in your training, didn’t it? Carrot and stick.”

Every time she’d done something he’d liked, he rewarded her by turning on the clit stimulator. If she’d done something he hadn’t liked the long flimsy paddle had lit her ass with a streak of fire. Every day after she’d made him come, swallowing every drop, he’d made her grab her ankles in front of him. Then he’d whipped her with the paddle while keeping the clit stimulator on high.

She’d never come so hard as when the pleasure mixed with the pain. He knew it and always knew just the right amount of pain to give her to make the pleasure that much greater.

And as a result of her training she knew exactly how to give him the perfect blow job every single time.

As she continued to suck his balls she wound her other hand around his cock, stroking with a firm pressure. He stretched his leg out so she could more easily grind herself against his ankle.

“I think we’ll need some more training soon, just to make sure your skills are in top shape,” he whispered, then laughed as she ground against him even more heavily, almost humping him.

He wrapped his fist in her hair, pulling her back so she could take his cock fully in her mouth. He held her immobilized as he used her mouth as a fuck-hole to exert his control. She gagged just once before loosening her throat and taking him all the way down.

“Yes, take it deep.” He fucked her in and out, shoving it down her throat, as her hips continued to rub his leg. He picked up speed, his lack of words letting her know he was close to release. He rammed one last time and she felt heat and wet jet down her throat, then fill her mouth as he eased back.

“Fuck. Fuck.” A shudder shook his big frame. Cassandra licked him, sure to get every drop of cum, cleaning him, knowing he’d make her lick it off the floor if she missed any. The way he stroked her hair while still breathing hard kept her turned on. She continued to grind herself against him.

Finally he looked down at her though hooded eyes. “That’s right, I want you to come on the ground, right there on your knees by grinding yourself against my leg. Take off the shirt.”

Cassandra’s hips remained in constant motion, as she unbutton his shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. He angled his leg so his ankle bone was pressed up right against her clit, his foot under her ass. She gasped.

“That’s it. Ride my leg. I want to see your tits bounce you’re riding it so hard.”

She grabbed his calf near the back of his knee and obeyed, pumping against him hard enough to cause her breasts to sway.

“Fuck, Cass. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He sounded angry.

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