Page 36 of After Dark
He looked down at her, his gaze bright silver, and unbuckled that gag from her mouth. For a moment he massaged her jaw, and the relief was extraordinary. She leaned into it. Then he replaced the gag with his cock, his hand going to cup the back of her head—not holding her down so much as holding her in place.
Josette got to work. She took him deep. Her cuffed wrists were in front of her, so she moved them so she could cup his heavy sac through his unzipped jeans, and felt more than heard the rumble of approval he gave her.
It felt something like a dream. To go from all of that intensity on the sofa arm to the glory of his cock in her mouth. All of that salt and heat and the relentless thrust and parry, thrust and parry, that made her own body quiver. She felt it as if he was thrusting in and out of her pussy, and clit felt hard and frantic.
She felt herself clenching against the plug in her ass, but he hadn’t told her she could come. Josette tried to hold on. She really did. She was using her mouth efficiently, as if she was simply a receptacle for him to release into — and oh God, that very thought was too much —
Then she was coming before he was, and she was choking a little on the cock in her mouth, and he pulled her off of him, his eyes glittering and his cock still hard.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to take your own pleasure,” he hissed to her, even though she was still coming as he did it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
And then she had to kneel there as he stared down at her, one hand on his cock as he jerked himself offand came on her breasts. The punishment being that she didn’t get to take his come in her mouth.
She felt a chill at that as he slowly rubbed his come into her skin. She hated to disappoint him, and she knew he could see the tears in her eyes.
“Back to the sofa,” he told her quietly. “We’ll see if you earn back the right to take my come in one of your holes today. Do you think you deserve that, Josette?”
“No, sir,” she whispered.
“No,” he agreed. “I suppose we will have to see if your behavior improves, won’t we?”
He didn’t put the ball gag back in, but that was almost worse, because she knew that meant she needed to control herself. Something she’d already showed him she couldn’t do.
And getting back on the sofa was worse too, because she had come. She had to sit directly on the wet spot she’d already made, and make it worse, and she was also too slick, and it was all humiliatingly perfect.
Later, he took a break from his calls. He pulled her off the sofa and tossed her down on the desk. She was face down, so that her breasts were pressed into the steel surface and her cuffed wrists were above her head as he took her hard from behind, pounding into her so that her whole body shook—and every single thrust jarred that plug in her ass.
And in case she thought he didn’t know that, he played with it, tugging on it slightly as she lay there stretched out before him, moaning and almost crying.
“Come,” he ordered her, and the orgasm practically knocked her out.
He put the ball gag back in and had her kneel at his feet, under his desk, like a pet. When he had his lunch, he fed her that way, removing the gag only long enough to feed herwhat morsels he thought she deserved, but when his next meeting started the gag was back on.
Allowing her to drift once more.
When he was finished with his calls for the day, he made her clean up the messes she’d made. On the sofa. On the floor beneath his desk. On the desk itself. He finally removed her cuffs. Then he had her crawl after him out into the living room once more.
There he tied her up so she was almost hanging from the O-rings in one of his windows, her arms stretched out high on either side of her head. He secured her ankles where she stood, but angled back, so she likely looked as if she was about to leap out into the setting sun.
Arlo took his time playing with her. He gave her soft, sharp orders when necessary, and otherwise, fastened nipple clamps to her breasts and played with them. Or tugged on that plug until she was shifting her hips from side to side, and making deep guttural sounds from behind the gag.
“Your safe word in this position is this,” he told her, putting a red hand towel into one of her hands. “Drop it, and we’ll stop. Do you understand?”
She made a noise that she hoped sounded likeyesand clenched that red cloth in her hand.
Once again, everything hurt, but the ache was turning quickly into longing.
Arlo moved so that he was behind her, standing between her legs. His hand moved around to her belly and he kept it there, his fingers right there at the top of her cunt.
“So lovely,” he murmured.
She could feel him behind her, and that dark voice in her ear was everything. She felt as if she reallycould fly—that if he let go she would simply soar out over the bay and stay there forever, or at least until he called her home.
He moved back and let her head hang a little as she waited. When he returned, she felt leather and studs as he rubbed them over her ass, making certain to jar that plug still stuck deep inside her.
“We’ll do our nightly round of twenty,” he told her. “And I want you to make noise, Josette. I want to hear exactly how much you hate this.”
