Page 30 of Serving the Maestro

It was hot as fucking hell.

Now, bound and kneeling in front of me, she looked like a woman straight out of my most erotic fantasies.

Her dark hair spilled around her shoulders in loose, tousled waves, the ends barely long enough to flirt with her nipples.

Those nipples were tight, hard buds, intensely pink against the pale softness of her breasts. Her tits were driving me to distraction, too. My hands ached to touch and stroke, my mouth watered to taste.

I held back, keeping my hands in my pockets as I circled her, touching her only to test the bonds restraining her wrists.

There was another set of restraints within reach, this set designed for her ankles. Once her ankles were bound, I could hogtie her using a connecting bar or a chain.

I hadn’t ruled the idea out, but it would come later.

After.

In front of her once more, I pulled a black scarf from my pocket.

“One last thing.”

Her mouth parted as I used the silky length of material as a blindfold, erratic breaths coming hard and fast.

When I undid the zipper of my jeans, she stopped breathing altogether for several long moments.

“Breathe, pet,” I told her. “I can’t have you hyperventilating.”

She gave a jerky nod. “Yeah, ok.”

“Say yes, sir.” I pressed my hand against my election, then shoved my clothing down and out of the way, freeing my aching cock. “Yes, sir, or yes, master.”

She hesitated.

You’re rushing it. I knew that but couldn’t seem to stop.

“If I call you sir, do I get to kiss your cock?”

The punch of sexual need hit me hard, almost laying me out flat. Pushing my hand back into her hair, I fisted it and tugged gently, urging her to lift her face to mine.

“Call me sir, and suck my cock, Jazz...do it well, and I’ll spank that gorgeous ass of yours as a reward.”

Her lips bowed up. “It almost sounds like you get all the rewards...sir.”

“You’re going to be a brat,” I murmured, easing my hold on her hair. I gripped my erection with my free hand and guided it to her mouth. “Open.”

As she did so, my brain imploded. The way she slid her tongue out, licked the head of my cock before taking it in, the way she sucked on me before moving to take more of me into her mouth.

She pulled back—too soon—then started forward again.

At first, she moved tentatively, despite her boldness, and I suspected she hadn’t done this all that much, either. Did that mean she hadn’t had many guys go down on her? I’d have to remedy that, too.

Maybe next time. Hogtied.

That mental image had me shuddering, and I released my cock to cup her head in both hands. She stiffened, and I made myself wait, see what she’d do.

The muffled moan in her throat sent a trail of fire racing up my spine. “You like having me fuck your mouth like this?”

She awkwardly nodded her head.

“Good. Because I think I’m going to do it often.” Holding her still, I thrust into her waiting mouth, keeping the movements shallow, watching her face flush below the blindfold, vaguely aware of her labored breaths, the musk of her arousal...and how close I was to coming in her mouth.

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