Page 102 of On the Line

“Pitiful, stupid boy,” she spits. “Can’t even follow orders right. Is there anything youcando?”

Releasing my hair, she slowly smooths her palm down my face, cradling my chin. Her thumb pushes into my mouth, my tongue flattening as if waiting to receive sacramental bread.

“I think someone needs to be taught a lesson.”

My lips wrap around her thumb, sucking on it greedily while I nod.

She laughs coldly, her thumb spreading my own spit on my lips, then gives me a small slap on the cheek. “So eager to please.” She sneers. “It’s pitiful, salad boy.”

Pulling her skirt back up over her hips, she says, “Use your teeth this time.”

Maybe I should be embarrassed by the wide dopey smile I flash at her, but my mind is blank, lost in my subservience to her.

Slowly, I lean over, my hands gripping my thighs while my teeth clasp her panties. Tugging them over her ass andhips, I let them fall to her feet and look up like a dog waiting for a treat.

As if reading my facial expressions, James coos, “Aw, see? I knew you could do it.” She pats my head. “Such a good boy.”

My fingers tremble, aching to palm my cock which is now pushing painfully against my jeans.

Turning around, James goes to sit on the edge of my bed. She points to the spot in front of her, an arrogant smirk pulling at her lips. “Crawl.”

I’m on all fours in an instant. But I take my time to crawl to her. A slow relish of how good it feels to not be in control. The way the hardwood floor feels digging into my knees, how my palm flattens on the ground on my way to her.

Her.

James.

My world.

“Sit,” she commands.

I listen faithfully, sitting back on my heels, my breath hitching as I wait for her next command. She spreads her legs, my gaze slamming down to her parting thighs, watching James bare her glistening pussy to me.

“Hands behind your back,” she says when she notices my hands twitch. I mindlessly growl at the order, but still follow it, leashed and starving. “Time to put that slutty mouth of yours to good use,” she purrs.

I dive forward, but she stops me with another handful of my hair. My eyes lock on hers, breathing heavy, my lips parted on a small whimper. She slides a finger into my mouth and I suck on it, the taste of her skin on my tongue lighting a fire in me.

“Mouth only, show me you can follow directions,” she reminds me.

Releasing me, she falls back and leans on her elbows, widening her legs. I’m trembling with need, my gaze ping-ponging from her face to her cunt. Both equally seductive.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she coaxes.

Half-expecting for her to stop me again, I let out a long groan when my tongue finally laps her from hole to clit.

She tastes even sweeter like this, when she’s in control.

I alternate between broad licks to sucking her clit, and her soft, hushed moans are the only reward I need. She drapes one of her legs over my shoulder and pushes me even closer. I smile against her cunt like a fucking fool. Laving against her slit, I then push my tongue into her pussy, crazed with lust, feeling how she’s equally affected.

I’m free-falling, head first and mindless, into my animalistic desires when she pulls me away from her. I’m practically snarling as I fall back on my heels.

She pushes herself up, cheeks and chest flushed but her cold, calculating look is back. She tilts her head to the side as if assessing me.

“Silly boy,” she says as she stands up. “Thinking he could ever deserve more.” With a flick of two fingers, she adds, “Up. Take your clothes off.”

The relief I feel hearing those words is fucking otherwordly.

“On your back,” she says, snapping toward the bed. “Hands over your head.”

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