Page 2 of Sophia's Pleasure
“My pleasure, Mistress,” he growls low as one large hand slides inside the opening he’s created. He tugs until my left breast is framed by the shiny red material. Then he does the same with the other. I can’t help the moan that escapes as cool air teases my sensitive tips. I keep my gaze on Cooper as he leans forward and licks. I cup the back of his head, aching and ready for him already.
“I didn’t say lick,” I chastise. “Suck it like you were told, pet.”
Cooper hums, as if my angry tone turns him on, then he opens his mouth and sucks my tit into the hot cavern of his mouth. I grab a handful of his hair and hold him to me; loathe to let him go anytime soon. His tongue strokes the hard bud and my clit throbs, all but begging for his touch. As he moves to the other breast, suckling hard, arrows of sensation rip through me.
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” I moan as my pussy swells and dampens for his touch.
“Damn, I want to eat you up,” Cooper whispers a second before he gently bites down, nibbling on me as if I were a luscious dessert.
“Stop,” I demand and yank on a fistful of his rich, dark hair. The little sting forces Cooper to remove his mouth. “You weren’t told to bite.” I move around until I’m standing directly behind him before I bring the paddle up in the air. I watch him stiffen mere seconds before the wood smacks his buttocks. He curses, but he doesn’t move. It’s a measure of his devotion to me, to us, and my heart melts. I swat him twice more before I stop and move back to the front of him. His face is flushed and his dick is dripping with pre-cum. But he doesn’t speak. Not a single word. The wild hunger in his gaze tears at my restraint. I’m desperate to fuck. To feel all his untamed strength between my legs, stretching and filling me. God, he’s amazing and I don’t know that I deserve him. But I’m just selfish enough not to care.
When he sits gingerly back on his haunches and looks up at me, I nearly cave. Christ, even on his knees he has a commanding presence. Cooper is the type of man who doesn’t need to speak to convey an air of authority. I suppose that’s half the thrill of watching him submit. The knowledge that he never goes to his knees for anyone but me is a major turn on.
His huge cock pulses with the need for release. I lick my lips as a pearl of creamy moisture glistens the bulbous tip. No way can I resist the invitation to taste. I step forward and get down on my hands and knees in front of him. With his eyes on me, I lower my head over his erection and swipe my tongue around that gloriously fat cock before I suck the tasty treat into my mouth. The warm sticky liquid coats my voracious tongue. His rich taste is exactly what I need in that moment in time, but Cooper’s harsh groan forces me to pull back. His hands are fisted at his sides as his gaze pins me in place.
I knew our game had only just begun.
As I lean back, I let my palm smooth over the shiny material covering my hip, before venturing to the juncture between. As my fingers pass over my pussy, the soft PVC hardly a barrier, Cooper’s mouth thins. A trickle of sweat travels down his chest and I had the urge to trace it with my tongue.
Instead, I take my other hand and wrap it around his cock, squeezing hard. Cooper curses but doesn’t move. “Mm, your dick is beautiful.” I smile and tilt my head to the side. “And it belongs to me, doesn’t it, pet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Cooper growls. “But if you squeeze the damn thing one more time I’m going to come all over your pretty fingers.”
I chuckle at his utter frustration and release him. “I’d be very upset if you decided to finish before I had a chance to play.” When I move to sit on the couch I could feel Cooper’s pent-up need. As I spread my thighs wide, revealing the snap closure over my crotch, his gaze lifts. “Do you like the view?”
He nods. “Yes, Mistress, very much.”
I extend a hand toward him. “Come here. Crawl to me and unsnap it then.”
Apparently Cooper doesn’t need to be told twice. Within seconds he’s sitting in front of me. My face heats as he arrogantly runs his hand over the smooth, shiny material covering my pussy. I slap him away. “Were you told to touch?”
Cooper balls his hand into a tight fist as he shakes his head. His anger at my reprimand is so brilliantly clear. I can’t help the pool of moisture between my legs. “Unsnap me, pet.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, Cooper pops the first snap. I shudder beneath his touch and know that when he gets his hand on my flesh I’ll explode. I won’t be able to help myself. I’ve waited entirely too long for the feel of his caress.
He pops two more snaps and I hear the deep timbre of his voice as he curses. I run my hand over his abs and hum my approval at his hard body. “You’re magnificent,” I praise him. “My beautiful lover.” I stroke a finger over one of his nipples. It pebbles for me. “Do you want to taste my pussy? Would you like that?”
“Fuck, yes,” he says as his gaze snares mine. “I want to kiss it. I want to tongue-fuck you until you scream.” He undoes another snap, then one more, revealing my soft, bare skin.
I’m not wearing panties and I know he likes what he sees. His nostrils flare as if taking in and savoring my scent. His smile is slow and sexy when he sees the evidence of my arousal. Cooper unfastens the remaining snaps as if he has all the time in the world. When he pushes the material wide and gets an eyeful I feel his hands tremble. His restraint costs him dearly. I love him all the more for it because it’s proof of how much he wants to please me. How much he’s willing to give up for me.
Cooper’s cock flexes, his balls drawing up tight. Not only weren’t there any panties, but I also waxed. He lets one finger stroke the silky-soft skin and a whimper slips from between my clenched teeth.
“I like this,” he whispers. “Such a lovely treat.”
“I hoped you’d appreciate my efforts.”
“You did this for me.” He made it a statement, but I nod in confirmation anyway. His gaze darkens with possessiveness. “Mine.”
That single word turns my legs to Jell-O. I dig my fingers into the couch cushion to keep from dragging him on top of me.
Cooper inhales my scent. “Damn, that’s sweet,” he growls as his head descends. He kisses the soft bare flesh first, as if needing to show me how much he adores the gift I’m offering him. I clutch his head between my palms.
“Oh, God,” I groan.
Cooper slips his hands beneath my ass and holds me still. “May I?”
I nod, unable to voice my commands. That time is over. All I want now is Cooper.
