Page 54 of French Martini

“You promised to fuck my mouth, kitten. I said I’d get on my knees for you and I meant it.”

“Fuck,” I whisper as my heart flutters in my chest.

“Do you know how hard it was to focus on my work knowing I’d get the pleasure of tasting your pretty cock again?” He licks his lips. “Come on, gorgeous. I need you.”

I clamber onto my knees and crawl to the edge of the bed where he’s kneeling. “I-I’m in charge?”

“If you want to be.” He presses a kiss to my thigh. “Lowen, you can have anything you want from me.”

“Oh.” That’s a heady statement. So what do I want? Do I want to try my hand at being the dominant one or… A shiver moves down my spine, drawing a soft whimper from me.

“What is it, kitten? Talk to me.”

“I don’t know the words to use.”

He unhooks his hands and moves them to my waist, rubbing softly. “We can work through it.”

I nod, grazing my bottom lip with my teeth. “I guess I don’t know how to…” I shrug. “I’m always in a charge in life, soI’m really fucking confused right now about why this feels so foreign.”

“Hey.” Oakley brushes his fingers under my chin. “I’ve got you, remember?”

I nod, gazing into his accepting eyes.

“Could you…” The words fall away as my voice shakes, so I blow out a breath to calm my nerves. Oakley waits quietly for me to find my composure and the words to explain what I really want right now. After a moment, I nod. I’m just gonna fucking say it.

“Make me.”

His eyelids flutter as his lips part. “Make you what, kitten?”

“Make me fuck your throat. Make me take what I want from you.” I clutch his shoulders. “Make me.”

Oakley grips the front of my throat with just enough force to send tendrils of heat spreading through me. “Get on your feet, kitten. Right in front of me.”

I scramble to do as he asks, taking a second to balance myself on shaky legs. My cock bounces in front of his mouth, and he licks his lips before shifting his gaze to my face.

“I’ve wanted this all day, and now you’re mine.” His hands move to the backs of my thighs and up to my ass, kneading the flesh. “You’re going to be a good little kitten and fuck my mouth until you come, then keep fucking it until I come. You can stop when I tell you. Got it?”

I can barely catch my breath from the sheer excitement coursing through me. “What will you do if I stop?”

“Hmm, excellent question.” He grazes his teeth across my belly. “Maybe I’ll pull you onto my lap and spank your gorgeous little ass.”

I scoff at the audacity of such an idea even as precum dribbles from my cock. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.” He squeezes my ass cheeks again. “And maybe while I have you there, I’ll finger your pretty hole. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, kitten? You want me inside you, invading every part of you, until there’s no more fight left.”

My breath catches, my emotions caught between wanting to push him away and hide behind the wall I’ve built and wanting to fall to my knees and beg him to make that true.

“You’re not ready yet,” he continues, “I know, but someday you will be. Because you know I’m safe for you. I adore you, and I might not be the smartest man in the world, but I’m not dumb enough to fumble you.”

“Oakley…”

“So tonight, kitten—” He brushes his lips over my belly. “—tonight, you’re gonna do as I’ve asked of you or you’re gonna get a spanking.”

My thoughts spiral as if they’re caught in the wind. There’s too much to sort through so I push them down and focus on the man in front of me, finding my voice.

“Open your mouth, Oakley.”

A sexy grin spreads across his lips. “That’s my kitten.”

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