Page 42 of Rebellion

I’d seen his own control first hand because each time we’d trained, he’d started at half-mast and been rock hard for the majority of the session. I’d come more times than I could count, while he... hadn’t. Not while I was around.

I think he viewed coming as a loss of control. Damn how I wanted to see him lose it. I was salivating at the thought.

Sir circled around to stand in front of me, tugging my hair, and lifting my face to him. He searched my face, peering into my psyche. “Don’t take your eyes off me, unless I say you can. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He released my hair and tugged at his belt, I could see his movements to expose himself to me, and his hard-on, out of the lower section of my field of vision.

His pants hung low on his hips, his cock long and hard in front of my face. I couldn’t help but lick my lips.

He paused, fingering his belt for a moment and took a deep breath that took only a second to release.

I waited unmoving, not even breathing, waiting, waiting. I wanted this. Not only to prove to him I was no neophyte, but I wanted to do this for him, give him pleasure.

Sir ran his thumb over my lower lip and tugged my mouth open. “Taste me.”

I opened wider and took his head into my mouth, but he pulled back.

“No. Taste me with your tongue. I’ll take your mouth when I’m ready.”

My mouth watered enough that I had to lick my lips again. I pressed my wet mouth to the soft underside of his cock and lapped where I knew he would be the most sensitive. His skin was hot and he tasted faintly salty with a hint of the soap he used.

His eyes burned dark and he hissed. He gripped the thick shaft and pushed himself past my lips and over my tongue. He didn’t stop until my teeth met his hand.

My lids fluttered shut when he began moving, in and out, filling me and then taking his cock away. With each stroke, he pushed a little farther, but never too far.

“Look at me, Angel. I need to see you.”

His gaze bore into me, daring me to look away. His slipped first, dipping to watch his skin slide across my lips. He removed his hand from his cock and pushed it into my hair, swirling until he pulled it tight around his fist.

I wanted to take more of him, make him feel me, the pleasure I could give him, that would break his control. On his next thrust, I took him deep, feeling him at the back of my throat, almost gagging myself.

“Fuck, your mouth is so good, Jesus.” He didn’t withdraw, holding my head in place, then pulled my hair and thrust even farther forward. “Swallow me, Angel, take me all the way.”

The finest tremble shook his legs. I couldn’t breathe, sure I would choke, but not willing to stop yet. He loved this. The thrill of giving it to him washed over me like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.

“Swallow. Now.”

I tried, too filled with him to make my own throat work.

“Again.”

The muscles in my body shook, trying to make the right ones comply. I swallowed shallowly even though my lungs screamed and he groaned.

Stars sparkled in my vision, both from the rough treatment and the knowledge that I’d made him feel something.

He withdrew and took two more shallow strokes before pulling his cock all the way from my mouth. I gasped in breaths but smiled to myself. I looked up at him and saw the raw lust on his face behind that damn mask. I loved it.

He turned his head away surveying the wall, or somewhere deep inside his head, or both. When he returned, a different man looked out of his eyes. A wall had gone up and the suave Dom was back.

I’d gotten a glimpse at the edge of his control, and I wanted to see so much more.

“Put your fingers into your panties. Tell me how wet you are.”

I was definitely turned on and excited by the idea of this scene, the chance to see where the edge of his control lived. But we’d only begun, he hadn’t yet touched me anywhere but my hair and mouth, so I didn’t expect much.

I was soaked. My wetness coated my pussy lips and spilled over to my inner thighs.

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