Page 77 of Ship Happens
Her jaw drops, and I worry I’ve offended her, but then her lips curve into a wide smile. She gets on her hands and knees on the bed and crawls toward the edge.
“I’ve never been submissive before. Never even considered it.” She nibbles her bottom lip again, and my limp cock begins to ache at the base. “Well, until now.”
I step closer to the bed. My belt remains in my right hand, but I use the left to gather her hair behind her skull. Pulling the strands taut, I tip her head back.
“Is this something you’d like to explore?” I ask. “I think it’s something I’d like to try. Very much.”
A moment of uncertainty flits through her eyes. I get it. This is so far out of my comfort zone, but that’s what’s turning me on. I only hope she feels the same, but asking a woman like her to kneel before me...If she says no, I won’t be offended.
Her eyes close, and she winces as I tighten my grip on her hair. My instincts tell me I’m being too rough, that this is wrong.
But then she moans.
“I think I’d like to try it too,” she says. “Just...no punches or anything, yeah? I’m still sore from Castle beating the fuck out of me.”
I give her cheek a light tap, testing the waters.
“Harder,” she says with a grin. “I might be bratty, but I’m no baby, Maverick. You can punish me if you want.”
She bites her fucking lip again, and punishment has never sounded so good. I drag her head closer to my abdomen. Her tongue rushes toward my skin, but I snatch her back again.
“I didn’t tell you taste, sweetheart.”
She groans and tries again, but I pull her away and give her cheek another light slap.
“Not until I tell you. Now be a good girl and free my cock.”
I release her head, and she moves to the floor. On her knees, she begins unfastening my pants. I watch as her fingers work open the button, then lower the zipper. We’re both a bit shocked when my cock bounces up a bit as the pants fall away. I’ve managed a decent semi...without any pain.
If I think about it too much, I’m liable to lose whatever magic is currently happening, so I turn my attention back to the beautiful woman kneeling before me. She seems to realize as much herself, because she just nibbles her lip and waits patiently for instruction.
“Suck me,” I demand. “I don’t care if it’s soft. Suck me until I’m hard, even if it takes all night.”
I grab the back of her head once more and snatch her face toward my dick. Her lips part, and the surprise on her face as I force my way into her mouth is fucking heavenly. She moans and drives a hand between her legs, but I tighten my grip on her hair until she screams.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself. Be good, sweetheart. I don’t like punishing you.”
Tears slip from the outer corners of her eyes as she nods and removes her hand from her shorts, but I don’t miss the way her fingertips glisten. She’s getting as much out of this as I am, and that makes it even better. The silent permission and trust that passes between us elevates the feeling of her tongue as it swirls in gentle circles over the head of my cock.
And I begin to grow hard.
She pulls her mouth off my dick and looks up at me. “Please may I touch myself? I promise I won’t come until you let me.”
“No, I won’t allow it. Now suck me.” I drive her head into my lap again, and she moans around my dick.
Her hands go to my thighs, and she tries to push away. I’m not sure if she’s actually fighting it or if she’s simply playing out a fantasy of her own. What the fuck do I do? If I stop, that might break the immersion, but if she’s uncomfortable, I won’t be able to enjoy myself. Her absolute trust is what makes this so amazing, and I don’t want to lose it.
I ease back her head and look into her eyes. “If you want me to stop, you need to ask like a good girl. If you don’t explicitly tell me to stop, I won’t. Do you understand?”
Oh, she definitely understands. She nods and opens her mouth again, begging me to keep going, and I’m more than happy to oblige, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way. Using her hair as a lead, I place her back on my dick where she belongs.
The fight resumes, and every time Frankie struggles for breath, my dick hardens a little more in her mouth. Guilt nips at my heels, though. It was easier to accept abusing myself to get hard.
But then I look down at Frankie and see the way she’s enjoying this, and maybe I don’t have to feel bad. A dark spot marks the crotch of her shorts. She’s so turned on that she’s soaked herself. Fucking literally. And who am I to deny the woman some pleasure?
When she realizes I’m watching her, she lets out a low moan and tries to touch herself again. I snatch her up by her arm and toss her to the bed. She looks up at me with a wildfire blazing in her eyes. It seems I’m not the only one who’s had some feral part of their sexual psyche unlocked.
“I told you to stop, sweetheart. Take off your shorts and turn over. I’ll have to punish you now.” I crack the belt against my thigh, and the sharp sting jumps straight to my dick. My cock jumps, and her eyes shine with desire as she notices.
