Page 20 of Once Upon A Sale

“Is this tongue going to cause problems, my cranky little kitten?” My first instinct is to bite him, but he’s probably hoping I do so he can punish me. I shake my head but I can’t help what my eyes are saying.

“That’s my good girl.” As soon as his words are out, he takes five steps back then stops. “Now, crawl to your Master.” It’s the tone he’s using more than the words he’s saying that has melifting my ass off my feet and pressing my palms to the wooden floor. Like a lion in search of a good fuck, I move slowly toward Rhett, keeping my eyes on the floor. I’m being pliant right now but I hope he doesn’t think this is going to be an ongoing thing this weekend. Good grief, I do not have the required level of control to be a true sub.

Once I reach him, he places his large palm on the crown of my head and pushes back until my eyes collide with his.

“That wasn’t so hard, pretty pup, was it?” Oh, so now I’m a dog? I liked “kitten” better, they like trying out their claws once in a while. “Now, suck my cock like the good girl I want you to be.”

Without a second to adjust my position, Rhett has my jaw in the palm of his hand, forcing me to sit back on my haunches. My mouth drops open and my tongue eases the way for his dick to slide inside, stopping only once he reaches the back of my throat.

The last time I gave head, I was in complete and total control, so to say I’m caught off guard today is a scary understatement.

“Ahhh, yes. Nice and warm, just the way I like it. But there’s one thing missing.” His hand slides to the back of my head, pushing my face into his groin and forcing the tip of his cock way too far down my throat.

Fighting the urge to gag, I reach out on instinct to pull away from him but he’s too strong, too sure footed for me to do anything but go with the flow. He’s well within his rights as far as the huge fucking pile of a contract we signed is concerned. My only hard limits were related to bodily functions that weren’t saliva or cum. Also, no disfigurement or permanent damage, and that feels less like a limit and more like common fucking sense but…here we are. Not to mention, I can end this anytime I want with my safe word.

Chimera. Kai-Mee-Rah. Three simple sounds that touch on every single criterion needed for the protection of asubmissive. It’s unique and easy to remember, the syllables are distinguishable, and there’s nothing complicated about it. He knows it, I know it. And if he forgets it, I’ll fucking remind him and it won’t be enjoyable for him.

“Breathe through your nose, pretty girl. Or gag. It doesn’t matter. Either way, I want your tears.” Pulling out of my mouth, he’s right back inside in an instant, and this time I fight the urge to bite down on the shaft and pay the consequences of my actions later. Except I don’t. I follow his instructions and breathe through the uncomfortable feeling of having something so fucking deep in my mouth.

The worst part though isn’t the way the floor is biting into my kneecaps or the way my lips are pulled tight around his huge fucking dick. No, it’s not even the way my scalp tingles and burns when he closes his fist around my hair.

The worst part? It happens when I feel the first drop running down my cheek, falling on the back of my perfectly positioned hand.

This motherfucker is making my eyes leak and it looks way too much like actual tears.

It all feels like seconds have gone by, but apparently not since he’s been fucking my mouth long enough that he feels the need to warn me he’s about to come. Pulling my head back, his dick slides out of my mouth just as he curls his fingers around his shaft and covers my face with his cum. Like any other normal person, I close my eyes to avoid getting blinded by his seed, but that only exacerbates the filthy noises coming from his mouth right before the ropes of his orgasm hit my face. Over and over again, he gives me his pleasure and for a brief second, I feel content.

Then I realize I’ve just been used as a vessel for his pleasure without anything in return.

Rude.

Although his half-mast dick is barely tucked back into his briefs, the head—still wet from coming—is trapped by the elastic and I’m guessing he’s not done yet.

The next thing I know, his hand is at the base of my neck and he’s lifting me back to my feet, encouraging me to walk backward until we enter the half bath and he pushes me against the nearest wall. One of his hands snaps the hand towel off the holder before he turns on the water and soaks the towel.

“I like your face covered in my cum. It suits you.”

“Maybe I’ll return the favor.” It’s like standing has given me back my sarcasm.

“I’m counting on it, my little temptress.” I frown. What the fuck? Shouldn’t he be choosing one nickname and sticking to it?

“What’s with the endearments? You changing it up in case you forget my name?” His fingers squeeze tighter around my throat as he brings the towel to my face and cleans me up, slow and steady, like it’s the most important job he’s ever done.

“Oh, Ophelia—”

“Sunny.” Fuck, I love being a brat.

When I open my eyes, I’m met with stormy green irises that border on hazel, dark and intense. I’m guessing he doesn’t like my nickname.

“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I choose. And when I do, you’ll answer ‘yes, sir or master or overlord.” His grin shows just how proud of himself he seems to be.

“If I’m in the mood.” In a matter of mere seconds, I’m turned around, face pressed hard against the mirror and ass in the air. Thank fuck I’m wearing sky-high heels or else this position would be even more uncomfortable.

The first sound to alert me that I may have pissed him off is the ripping of my panties. Who knows? Maybe not. Maybe he’s a serial panty ripper and now I’m pissed I didn’t put that as one of my hard limits.

Motherfucker. Those things cost a fucking fortune.

“I’ll bill you for that.” Oh my fucking God, I need to shut up before he does something rash and I’ll have to break all the damn rules and end him right here and now.

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