Page 41 of Mob Knight

I didn’t have a contract with my last two Doms, and they were pretty solid arrangements. But now I’d love to read a contract he’d prepare that spells out everything he’ll offer me.My imagination is the sky’s the limit. And from what he’s doing tonight, I suspect he’s the same.

“No, sir. This is all I’m focused on, but I can’t help wondering what will come next each time you make me wait. That’s not a distraction, sir, but it certainly makes me more impatient. Please, sir, can I have more?”

I feel like Oliver Twist, but I’m certainly not asking for more gruel.

His fingers dig into my hips. There are mirrors in this room, so as he thrusts into me, I can see the marks he’s already placed on me besides what the crop, flogger, and his hands did. The feather was practically a cruel tease, so I was unprepared for the bite that came with the crop.

I loved it.

That balance of pain and pleasure. How it alternates. How it steals my breath. Both good and bad, which makes it even better.

He guides my hips, pushing me away each time he withdraws, then pulling me tight to him whenever he thrusts. I rock on my knees, my hands barely supporting me against the power he demonstrates as he controls my body. He’s rough without hurting me. He knows his strength, and he’s careful not to hurt me. He gets the difference between pain and harm, and it only makes me trust him more.

Is there something beyond implicit? Implicit compounded? Implicit to infinity and beyond? I don’t know, but right now, I’d let him do just about anything to me. Considering he had his fingers in my ass, I’d say I am letting him do anything. I hoped he would restrain me.

Like he said, I should have known it wasn’t an empty threat, but a test. He reminded me I can express my wishes, but if they don’t align with his, then I won’t get what I ask for. I sense he’ll always give me what I need, but he won’t always give me what I want.

I hang my head as I breathe through each thrust, struggling not to moan. Each time he impales me, he works my pussy like a fucking jackhammer. I know my body well enough to know this won’t get me off without something rubbing my clit. I won’t orgasm, and even if I try to do it myself or he does it, bracing myself and balancing doggy style will keep me too distracted to come.

As though he’s trying to prove my point, his right hand glides along my hip and wraps around to my pussy. His index finger and middle finger rub my aching clit while his ring finger and pinky slip inside me, just enough to add to his cock’s girth. There isn’t enough room for him to move them deeper. I feel like he’s about to split me in half with no help from his fingers. I’m so full, and it’s not just this position. It was like that when he held me and when I was sitting.

I’ve been with guys who have big dicks before. I’ve been with guys who have big dick energy and disappointing dicks. I’ve been with guys who have both, but Cormac has it all in spades. The body, the dick, the skills, how he makes me feel. I moan just from thinking about that alone.

He assumes it’s from how he’s working my pussy. Some of it is as he rubs harder, and I try my best to focus, so he can make me come. I ache to do the same for him. I Kegel each time he presses into me, pulling his cock deeper. I wish I could see his ass flexing, but the mirrors aren’t in the right place for that.

When I look to the right, I can see the hollow on the side of his ass deepen, but I can’t see the muscles. I really wish I could. He’s got the best butt of any guy I’ve ever been with. He looks like he spends all day and maybe even all night at the gym, but I know he doesn’t since I’ve seen him at “work.”

My mind’s drifting again, so I force it back to the moment. I can’t let it drift just because I know this position won’t get me off. He seems to sense I’m not fully focused on this. Maybe heunderstands I’m doing this for him rather than for me. That by doing this for us, I wish to pleasure him the way he just did for me.

He redoubles his efforts on my clit, leaning forward and kissing between my shoulder blades and up the side of my neck. I tilt my head away so he can run his tongue up to behind my ear. He kisses his way back down.

It’s beyond erotic.

When he nips at my ear and then sucks on it, he must hold his breath because there’s not the distracting noise that usually comes from somebody with their nose inside my ear. Focusing on that and how arousing it is takes my mind away from anything else, including how I can’t come in this position.

“Oh God, sir…Yes, please, sir…Yes!”

Holy fuck. I’m about to explode.

“Please, sir, may I come?”

He doesn’t pull his mouth away to grant me permission.

“Mmhmm.”

It’s barely more than a grunt, but it’s all I need to shatter into a million little pieces. My body pulses with the pleasure as I strain to keep going. I don’t want this one to end. The three he already gave me were extraordinary, but this is life-changing. Maybe it wouldn’t be if it were some position besides doggy style, but there aren’t too many firsts I can still offer him. This is certainly one of them.

He continues to thrust, and then his fingers are painful as his teeth nip and tug my ear.

“Yes,cailín, yes.”

He straightens as he gives one more thrust that’s enough to knock me onto my forearms. Knowing he’s coming this hard gives me a sense of gratification I haven’t needed, wanted, or had before. It’s almost as exquisite as the orgasm itself. I couldn’t askfor better, but I reach back for him as he starts to pull out. I’m not ready for it to end.

He’s quick to pull off the condom, snagging a paper towel by the sink to put it on since he’s not close enough to reach the bio box. He picks me up and cradles me bridal style as he walks back to the loveseat, holding me as our hearts continue to pound.

When I rest my head against his upper chest—practically his shoulder—I can hear his heart. It’s steady even if it’s rapid. I match my breathing to his heart as it slows. Two beats in, three beats out. It calms me, making me feel completely boneless and spent. His cheek rests at the top of my forehead as his hand lies on my hip, and the other strokes the outside of my arm and the side of my back. His hands are large enough to do that. And I don’t even have skinny arms.

We remain silent as we just enjoy each other’s company, coming down from that rush of endorphins for both of us. I want to confess this was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Unlike anything I’ve dared to want. Certainly exceeds any expectation. But I feel too vulnerable to tell him something like that if it didn’t mean as much to him.

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