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“Thanks, man. I doubt getting rid of her will be that simple, but it’s a start. If we don’t see you this weekend, happy Thanksgiving to you and Henry.”

“To you and Sonja as well. Bye.”

Despite her easy acceptance of the invitation, Sonja was nervous and apprehensive. In five days, she would meet his family! What if they didn’t like her? What if she did something wrong? She needed to read up on Greek customs. She needed to?—

Derek derailed her thoughts by hugging her from behind and pressing his face into the crook of her neck. “I think we need to get your mind off Thursday. Tonight, between 7:00 and 9:00 pm, I want you to give me a blowjob.”

Sonja pouted. She didn’t like this kind of assignment. It put her in control, and she didn’t like that. The best part about being a submissive was that the Dominant was in charge of sex.

“I don’t want to do this, Daddy,” she stated. “You know I don’t like being in control when we make love.”

His smile was wicked. “Well, you could look at this as me initiating it. I ordered it, after all. Consider this an exercise in expanding your horizons.” He sounded so reasonable.

Why didn’t it feel that way?

Sonja picked up her e-reader, sat down on the couch with her feet curled up next to her and, before she knew it, was engrossed in the story. He sat beside her on the sofa and stroked her feet while he watched Notre Dame and Penn State play football. She needed to start her assignment but was having a hard time. Should she ask or wait for the program to end? Would he want to watch the analysts talking afterward?

“How long will the game last, Sir?” she asked, hating to disturb him.

“At least forty-five minutes, maybe more.”

Damn it!“Do you want to see it through?”

“No, babygirl, I don’t need to.”

“Would you please come with me to the bedroom, Daddy?”

He smiled and nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll follow you.”

She went down the hall, her mind racing. How did Derek want her? Should she take her clothes off? On her knees or the bed? So many variables, and she had no idea how to make the right choices.

In the bedroom, she stripped off her clothes but left on her panties. Blowjob, not sex, had been the order. It was warm in the bedroom. Should she turn down the thermostat?

The door opened, and he came in. Should she say something?

He took off his clothes and lay down on his side of the bed on his back. Sonja regarded him with indecision. Kiss and stroke or go for his dick?

His cock was limp. She wasn’t used to that; most of the time, he was ready to go. Tentatively, she took it in her hand and gave it a few strokes. Was he enjoying this? She looked at his face. His head was resting on the pillow, his face relaxed. She sighed. No help there. She kept stroking and used her special technique where she gave a little twist with her hand when she reached the head of his cock, and the shaft filled with more blood, getting longer, thicker, and stiffer in her hand. Now, she was getting somewhere.

She bowed her head and took him in her mouth, creating as much suction on the way up as she could muster. Sonja maintained this rhythm, alternating between her hands and mouth. Thoughts kept running through her mind.

More? Less? Faster?

She gritted her teeth, well in a figure of speech, because if she did that for real, he would suffer. Sonja grinned around a mouthful of cock at the crazy thought, and the task became somewhat easier.

She used her left hand to massage his perineum and could feel his legs tense. With a few bobs of her head, he groaned and the spurts of cum filled her mouth. She licked and sucked and tongued his cock clean. He still hadn’t moved.

She left the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She wasn’t happy. She felt it had been an okay blowjob. Derek had gotten off but didn’t seem pleased with her. She hoped to god he wouldn’t do that to her again. She would rather be on her knees and have her mouth fucked than repeat this performance.

Derek was still on the bed when she got back from the bathroom, only now he was scratching Snuggles in all the cat’s favorite spots. “How are you doing, babygirl?”

“Not great. I usually like giving you head, but that was no fun at all. Please don’t make me do it again.”

“I can’t promise that, but I’ll try to make sure you enjoy it more. Truth be told, I didn’t enjoy it all that much, either.”

“You didn’t? But you came.” Now, she was confused.

“It’s hard for me to have fun when I can tell you aren’t, precious. I was hoping to take your mind off Thursday, but I didn’t intend for you to stress out over the blowjob. I’m sorry. Come to bed and let me help you relax.”

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