Page 65 of For a Price

When I don’t answer, he gives the left one a twist. More sharp pain erupts from my nipple and makes me gasp aloud.

“Yes… or no?” he prompts.

“Y-yes,” I stammer. “Yes, I like them.”

“Are you lying to me, kitty cat?”

I shake my head side to side.

He kisses me, his hunger so intense it’s almost too much. Between the bite of the nipple clamps and his mouth plundering mine, I’m not sure what to do.

“You are wet for me,” he says suddenly. His hand cups my hot, throbbing pussy. “You do like this. But tonight is not about your gorgeous pussy being pleased. You haven’t been punished. Down on your knees, kitty cat.”

I blink in another wave of shock and then scramble to do what I’m told. I drop to my knees while Roman steps toward the armchair by the window.

He undoes his pants so casually, like he always does, without an ounce of modesty to be found. His pants and boxers drop to reveal his thick, veiny dick, already erect and dripping precum. He beckons me over with a crook of his finger.

I understand immediately.

Holding his lustful gaze, I crawl toward him. He’s sat down like a king on his throne, his erection proud and tall…anddelicious looking.

I can’t help licking my lips when I rise up on my knees in front of him and realize I’m finally going to get a taste.

A grin slashes across his chiseled face. “You know what to do, kitty cat. I want my giant cock at the back of that slender fucking throat.”

Propping myself up on his thick thighs, I take in a deep breath and then go for it. Any embarrassment, any reservations or hesitations are checked at the door.

I’ve come this far—I’m naked in only his collar with nipple clamps adorning my breasts. I might as well give him the best damn blowjob I can give.

I hold Roman’s gaze as I come in close and wrap my fingers around his girthy shaft. My tongue pokes out to lick the precum off his head, moving methodically slow, like I’m licking a sweet lollipop.

Already I’m feeding off the reaction he gives.

His jaw clenches, his attention unblinkingly on me.

I go in for another swipe of my tongue, tracing the round, bulbous crown. My hand works him in a stroke that’s just as slow and steady. He’s silk steel in my grasp. Both hard and soft at the same time.

I let my tongue chase a protruding vein that wraps around his wrist-thick dick. The vein throbs against my tongue as I follow it down the length of him. Then I come back up and take him—or as much of him as I can—in my mouth.

He groans at once. A raw, deep sound that comes from his chest.

Saliva pools, slicking his length.

I don’t shy away from getting messy. From making his dick gleam as I coat him with saliva and then return to suck on his head.

“Yes, kitty cat! Suck my cock like a good little kitten,” he grunts. His hand cups the back of my head to keep me where I am.

My hand twists up and down his slick dick, starting at a gradual pace and then going faster. Every move I make is in reaction to him. Every stroke, twist, lick, suck is an intuitive reaction from how he’s affected.

His fingers go from guiding my head to twisted in my curls. He moans as my tongue flicks at his throbbing head and I taste the salt of him.

“Take all of me. Choke on my cock, kitty cat,” he growls, his hips bucking up. He fists my curls ’til pain prickles at my scalp.

I take as many inches as I can. My mouth seals over his dick, the suction intensifying the pressure he feels. He easily reaches the back of my throat, making me almost gag. I fight through the urge, breathing through my nose and trying to relax my throat as if about to literally swallow his dick.

Saliva drips. His balls pulsate. My nails claw at his thighs while the clamps bite at my nipples.

When he can take it no more, Roman grips my head by the curls and fucks my mouth. His dick slides back and forth, pushing at the back of my throat each time. He grunts as his hips buck and thrust, and I choke again and again.

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