Page 95 of Serving the Mogul

Almost.

He shoved his hand into my hair and yanked, and I cried out. As he drew his fingers and covered my mouth, the taste of my hunger was now on my lips. “Not so loud, Pet. I don’t want anybody to hear us and come looking.”

I tensed, despite the pleasure.

“A sub has to trust her Dom, Tina. Do you trust me to take care of you?”

Slowly, I nodded.

“Good girl. Open your mouth. That’s it…now…lick my fingers.” His voice roughened as I did so, and that sound made me squeeze my knees together. A gut-deepneedfor him overwhelmed me. I suckled on his fingers harder, imagining it was his cock. He knew. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

I nodded awkwardly, the best I could with one of his hands in my hair, the other in my mouth.

Then I was free, and he spun me around, big hands cupping my face and lifting my mouth to his as he claimed my lips, kissing me as if he wanted to devour me. He broke the kiss only long enough to say, “Unzip me. Take my cock out.”

While fumbling through the task with shaking hands, I freed him, feeling the silky warmth of his hard, heavy length. Pumping him hungrily, I moaned into his kiss. James let me play for only a few seconds before pulling away.

He swung us around, his hips now against the railing.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth?”

I nodded desperately.

“Then ask. Say,Sir, please let me have your dick in my mouth.” He gave me a hungry, sensual look.

I followed the instructions. “Sir, please let me have your dick in my mouth.”

“Good job.” He shifted position slightly in a way that had his erect penis thrusting forward just a bit more. “Bend over and suck me. Don’t kneel. I don’t want your pretty dress or your knees getting scratched up.”

I did as he ordered, bending over straight from the waist, almost overbalancing thanks to the high, skinny-heeled shoes on my feet. James immediately steadied me. I opened and took him in my mouth, one hand going to his hip to balance my weight.

He let me control it for a few seconds, but then he pulled me off.

“James…”

He tugged me upright, then nudged me backward. “Sit.”

I sank on the table.

He grabbed my head. “Open, Tina. Take my cock.”

I did, stretching my lips wide to take as much as possible.

He pushed deep, withdrew, then surged forward, already knowing my limits from previous encounters.

He groaned and muttered my name. His penis jerked in my mouth. I scraped my teeth over the thick vein on the underside and sucked harder.

“Fuck,” he snarled.

Then he hauled me off and yanked me to my feet.

“James!”

“Be quiet,” he said, voice rough as he spun me around, so I once more faced the railing.

Overhead, a fountain of color exploded as the fireworks display began.

James nudged me forward until I was braced over the stone support, just as I had been earlier. He spanked me. Hard. I jerked and cried out, my spine arching at the unexpected discipline.

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