Page 90 of Heart of Stone

He tilted his head back and watched me intently. Even through my heavy lids, I could see that his eyes were scorching. They revealed a dark primal need that sparked a whole new kind of fire inside of me.

“That was for you. Now, this is for me. Kneel down, angel,” he said, moving his hands to my shoulders and gently nudging me to my knees. I knelt down before him on shaky legs, still lightly panting from my orgasm. “Are you familiar with the submissive position?”

“I…” I wavered, heat creeping up my neck and licking my cheeks. Unfortunately, it wasn’t from arousal this time around.

“Be honest. You don’t need to be embarrassed if you don’t know.”

“I recall reading the term, but…no. I don’t know what it is,” I admitted.

“Then here is lesson number two. Kneel all the way down so that you’re sitting on your feet. Spread your knees so that your thighs are open. I want all parts of you accessible to me.”

I did as he instructed, inflamed once again in sexual anticipation as I shifted into position. Sitting this way made me painfully aware, every nerve ending standing at attention.

“Is this right?” I asked, desire making me eager to please him.

“Almost. Normally I would want your arms resting on your thighs, palms open to the ceiling. However, with the way that I have your hands tied, you can’t do that today. Just remember that in the future. For now, just bring your arms up around your neck and rest them there.”

“Like this?” I asked, not quite sure how long I’d be able to stay this way before the blood drained from my arms.

“Just like that. You look beautiful like this,” he appreciated. His hands moved over my face, fingers brushing softly over my lips. “Now I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

He didn’t wait for my consent, but I had no desire to protest either. I just stayed in the position he instructed and watched as he began to undo the buckle of his pants. His eyes never left mine as he reached into his pants to free the erection that was straining through his jeans. My eyes widened when I looked at the sheer size of him.

He wants to fuck my mouth with THAT?

I swallowed and licked my lips.

“You have the sexiest mouth,” he growled.

With one hand he gripped the base of his cock, and the other hand moved to take hold of the back of my neck. He stroked his thick member and pulled me forward to position him self in front of my waiting lips.

I ran my tongue around the smooth crown, the tip already wet with pre-cum. He groaned, giving me the encouragement to take in a little more of him. I wrapped my lips around his head, circling my tongue around the small opening at the tip. I opened my mouth wider and took more of him inside. He was thick and soft on my tongue as I sucked, his ridges sliding back and forth over my lips.

“Oh, yeah. Suck on it, angel,” he said hoarsely.

He reached around and entwined both of his hands in my hair, thrusting himself deeper and forcing a steady rhythm. I opened my throat to accept him, sucking and twisting my tongue around his thick shaft as I began to pump faster.

I wanted to grab ahold of him, but was prevented by the way my wrists were bound together. I felt desperate, like I couldn’t get enough of him. I swallowed and opened my throat even more to take in every inch that I could. I pushed my head forward, taking him deep with my swallow and held him there. I pulled back and did it again, this time, my throat adjusting and taking him deeper than the last.

“Oh, fuuuck! Stop, Krystina! Stop!” he hissed, pulling back suddenly. His breathing was ragged, coming out in short successions. “I’ll never last if you keep doing that.”

“Maybe it will beyouthat can’t handleme,” I told him, feeling more than just a little bit smug at my accomplishment. I smirked at him and licked my lips.

“Cocky, are we? Maybe you need to be punished,” he threatened.

“Yes, please Master,” I said mockingly, still feeling superior over the fact that I almost made him lose control so soon.

“This is not a game. You are my Submissive. It would be in your best interest to remember the unconditional obedience that you promised me. Now, get up on the bed. Lay on your back with your head by the mirror,” he ordered. His tone was stern and I scrambled to my feet to do as he commanded.

Yes, sir!

Evidently, lesson number one was to be taken very seriously.

I must have positioned myself a little too high, because he yanked me roughly by the ankles, shifting me closer to the foot of the bed. He moved his way up my body, straddling me with his still jean clad legs, and pulled my arms up over my head. Before I could realize what he was even doing, he had my arms bound tightly to the rails of the mirrored headboard.

I tried to give them a little pull, just to see how much wiggle room I had. I could barely move an inch without pulling my entire body up.

“Be still. Don’t struggle, or else I’ll have to spank you.”

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