Page 18 of Nidev and Lyric

“And what are you nervous about, my Doo-nie?”

His Doo-nie. What did that mean? “Uh…” She squeezed the water bottle in her hand, filling the awkward silence with loud crinkling pops. “Just…” Honesty, always honesty with him. “I’m… not the most experienced. At all. I’ve performed oral on a man once. George,” she gasped, trying to shut up. “I don’t thinkI did it right.” She shook her head till her curls bounced against her face.

“I’ll teach you everything. You will have plenty of practice. Until you do it perfectly.”

She gave a nod as her privates convulsed, knowing full well whatperfectmeant to him. She’d been relieved many times that he wasn’t her teacher. He was so very hard and exact. Excellence was his obsession. Practice with him could involve hours of extra time. He was beyond patient. He was the patron saint of patience. Helovedwatching you take as long as you needed till you found themagic,as he often called it.

What would practice look like regarding this? If his outrageously delicious nasty talk was a measure, she wassoin for it.

“We’ll begin now,” he announced. “Right here.”

The water bottle crinkled in her twitchy fingers. “In the… kitchen?”

“Yes. Come and stand twelve inches before me.”

There it was. Exact.

She forced her legs to move and carefully got before him, trying to eye the distance correctly. “Is that… good enough?” she asked, meaning to look up at him but his chest was right there, full of all those tattoos she’d fantasized endlessly about.

“It is,” he said softly. “Lower to your knees.”

Oh God, here we go.

On her knees, she was now faced with the job waiting behind the tight black material.

He placed his palms on the counter behind him. “Remove my underwear.”

Remove his underwear. She wouldn’t ask if he meant all the way. Without specifications, it had to mean all the way.

She set her water bottle down on the floor and got to it. The first thing she did was stab his waist with her thumbnail,dear God. She jerked her gaze up with a gasp. “So sorry,” she barely whispered, his beautiful face still unreadable, right on her. She’d have to read his cock to know his mood and so far, he was still extremely and perfectly interested, maybe fascinated.

Her pulse was beating so hard she could hardly hear her own screaming fears as she slowly worked his underwear down. The material resisted where it hugged Mt. Cock and she moved her fingers in the waistband toward the front, helping it while trying not to pant like a dog. This was it, the greatest exposition of her entire life. His cock. Mr. Nidev’s cock. That she was going to suck.

“Oh God.” The whisper blasted out, bringing the underwear lowering task to a sudden halt as she gawked in breathless shock at his cock. It was surely three times the size of George’s in lengthandwidth. And full of metal studs! And ink!

What on earth andwhy?

“Do you like my cock, Doo-nie,” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” she said, sputtering the word like a teenager.Likewas the wrongest word, though. Enthralled, fascinated, terrified. Those fit better.

“You have questions?”

Oh so many. “I… What…”

He hooked his fingers on the edges of the metal bar across the thick head and moved it left then right. “Piercings. Done years ago when I determined to conquer my sexual appetites.”

Her hands itched to touch. “The… pain?”

“More like the pleasure the pain gave.”

He liked pain? Or was she misunderstanding?

“The greater the enemy, the greater the victory.”

She stared at the ink, wondering which of those pains came first. “Does this mean you… like pain?” Her own privates clenched at imagining the agony of getting those things put in such a place.

“I had nearly forgotten they were there. Until you.” He reached under his cock with his other hand and slid his thumb and index fingers slowly over each metal ball, starting from the top and working his way to the very base. “Now I feel every single one of them biting. A row of angry teeth, gettingsweetrevenge.”

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