Page 43 of Rebellion

“Only a little.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Very.”

“Good. Every time I push into your mouth, stroke yourself, until you are ready to come, but remember, you can’t until I say so. Do not come without my permission.”

Was I going to get to come at all? I almost didn’t care.

I opened my mouth and licked the head of his cock. I wanted to taste more than his pre-come. I was determined to.

“Eyes on me, Angelina.” His hard voice had an extra edge, it sounded so much rougher than whatever injury he had could create.

He pushed back into me, but took only medium strokes, not going as deep as he had before. My fingers slipped and slid over my clit and I moaned with the pleasure of it.

“Mmm. Let me hear how good you feel.”

I wasn’t shy about being vocal and I knew the vibrations of my voice added another dimension to what he was feeling. He pushed into me faster and faster and I made sure my hand followed each stroke.

My pussy was engorged and I was close to coming. Under Sir’s instruction, I knew if I could hold my orgasm back the reward was something even more intense.

Sir’s gaze was transfixed on my mouth and the grip on my hair tightened. He was close. I wanted to push him over the edge.

I swirled my tongue back and forth on his next thrust and he pushed deeper into my mouth. If I could keep him thrusting deep and make him think I was about to come, maybe I could push past those walls of restriction on his own pleasure and make him lose control.

I let my body take over, completely absorbed in the moment. I moaned again, but in a higher tone that showed him my own pleasure was peaking.

“Eyes on me, Angel. Eyes now.”

My plan was working, but on myself as well. This power of knowing I had him in the palm of my hand, or my mouth so to speak, pushed my own limits near the brink of my orgasm. My pussy fluttered around my fingers.

My view hazed with the intensity of this moment and I was having trouble focusing on Sir. Didn’t matter because his eyes had shut. His face flushed and his breathing came as rapid as his thrusts into me. “God, Angel. Yes.”

I whimpered and my body shuddered and tightened. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to push him over now or never. I bared my teeth enough that they scraped against his skin and his hips jerked.

“Fucking hell.” Sir’s voice cracked. He withdrew from me and gripped the base of his cock tight in his fist, unmoving.

We both gasped for breath.

“Get on the bed, face down, that full luscious ass in the air.”

Damn it. One more second and we both would have gotten off. I crawled onto the bed and rested my cheek on the plush blankets. I’d been so freaking close to seeing him get a taste of the pleasure I was sure he never allowed himself.

He pushed my skirt up, baring my ass and panties. One hand stroked over my skin and then shoved the lace aside. “Spread your legs and prepare to take your punishment.”

Cojeme.“Yes, Sir.” There was no use arguing. His demand had been gruff and I could hear that tinge of frustration. He was mad.

I heard the buzzing before I felt it. Cool metal slid into my pussy, the vibration shooting across the most sensitive places creating a riot of pleasure. If this was punishment, give me more.

“Do. Not. Come.”

Mierda.“Yes, Sir.”

He slid the vibrator in and out of me with the skill of a well-practiced hand. “You were trying to top from the bottom, Angelina.”

“No, Sir.” I barely croaked the words out.

On the next thrust his hand slapped my ass. The sting amplified the intensity of the moment and I had to hold my breath to keep from coming.

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