Page 93 of Born to Make You Smile

As I lay naked on his bed, he came over me, his chest bare, jeans on.

“Now. I know you don’t like to be restrained, but I want you to keep your hands still.”

He held my wrists and moved my arms over my head on the pillow. “Keep them just like this. You are not to touch me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I clenched my fists. This was going to be difficult.

His lips trailed from my mouth down to my breasts, where he spent at least five minutes sucking and nibbling. My body squirmed, eager to touch him, eager for more. Eventually, he moved to my stomach, then lower, teasing me as he kissed the inside of my thighs.

Gavin. Please!I wanted to shout but knew that wasn’t part of his plan. I needed to be a good sub and follow his directives.

Finally, his mouth ended up where I was desperate for it, and the slick brush of his tongue caused my brain to swirl into a windstorm.

“I’m so close,” I breathed. I thought he’d deny me, but he continued to lick and push his tongue against my clit—the most glorious pressure—and the climb started.

“Come for me, sweet maid,” he murmured.

My hands made fists against the pillow as I unraveled, pushing up against his mouth. It was an eruption of so much pleasurethat bursts of light flashed before me. It was so intense that I thought I’d lose consciousness.

Before I could think, his mouth was on me again. He added a finger, pumping into me tirelessly. I was so on edge I came again within seconds.

Holy shit.I could barely catch my breath. I moved my hands to reach for him, but he stopped me.

“Ah, ah. Hands above your head. We’re not done. You’re going to give me more.”

“More?”

“At least three more.”

“Three? Gav—Sir. I can’t. Maybe one more, but…I need a break.”

“I told you, I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied. If you need to stop, use your safe word.”

His no-nonsense, commanding tone set my skin ablaze. I shook my head. “No. I’m good. I want to satisfy you, Sir.”

“Excellent.”

He continued to feast on me, bringing me to two more orgasms with his expert mouth and hands.

“Please, Sir. I don’t know if I can take anymore,” I pleaded breathlessly.

“All right. I’ll take pity on you. We’ll stop there. My tongue is getting tired, after all.” He pointed to the right side of his bedroom. “Go to the corner there, maid. On your knees.”

I walked over, then sank down. The surface of the wood was cold and hard on my knees. As if he sensed my discomfort, he brought me a towel, rolling it up to put it under me.

He undid his belt, his button and zipper, then he removed his jeans.

Down came his boxers, and his rock-hard cock was before me. Ready. Already leaking. I squirmed against my feet, suddenly aware of my tender bottom.

He moved closer, standing before me. I glared up at him with fluttered lashes. Full of yearning and worship, eager to please.

“Open wide,” he murmured with narrow eyes.

As soon as he moved into my mouth, I suctioned my lips around him.

He groaned. “So bloody good. You suck my cock so well.”

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