Page 40 of His Hawaiian Heart
He didn’t bark the order, but my eyes instantly snapped open and locked on his. Even when his lips curled, he didn’t lose a single ounce of dominance.
“Breathe, babygirl.”
Not even aware I’d been holding my breath, I sucked in a gulp of air.
“Good girl. Now spread that pussy for me and don’t you dare touch that clit. Like your pussy, it belongs to me now.”
Oh god. What would happen when I came from just the sound of his voice saying things that had every cell in my body expanding in expectation of bursting simultaneously into one huge bubble of orgasmic bliss?
“Give me a color, Sam.”
“Huh, oh… green, Sir, like your eyes.”
He smiled and nodded. “Then, please continue.”
I drew my lip between my teeth and slid my fingers deeper, twisting my wrist to allow my thumb and pinky finger to part my pussy lips rather than simply push deeper. My fingers had stroked my pussy before. I’d played with my clit, swiping my cream from lips to the hard bud more times than I could count and thought nothing of it. But this? This felt dirty in the most delicious way. I could tell by Sam’s grin and his eyes that he was as enthralled as I.
“Like this, Sir?” I asked as if forced my hand a bit deeper to part my lips further.
“Exactly like that. Now, keep those sweet wet lips wide open and take my cock and slip it inside. Don’t simply replace yourfingers with my dick. Slide it in, right past those curled fingers until your pussy has swallowed every inch.”
Okay,thatwas the filthiest thing I’d ever heard. I knew from the tightness in my chest that I wasn’t breathing, but when I obeyed and moaned with the pure debauchery of it, I didn’t need oxygen. The look in Sam’s eyes and the sight of the muscle in his jaw twitching as he forced himself not to offer me a single inch of help could sustain me for the rest of my life.
Inch by inch, I fed his cock into my pussy. It had been a tight fit when it was only his dick filling me. With my hand, it was almost impossibly tight and yet I not only accepted every twinge of discomfort from the stretch, the awkward position of my wrist, the stab of each nail of those curled fingers, I reveled in them. All too soon, I felt a different sort of pressure as my body met his, my bent wrist and other hand trapped between us.
“Very nicely done. You may pull your hands free.”
I did so, hovering between relief and want. But as I settled firmly on his lap, his cock drove that tiny bit deeper and I gasped.
“Please, Sir, may I come?”
“No, subbie, and that’s the wrong question.”
I was an experienced sub, and yet I whimpered like he’d denied me far more than permission to climax. But I was coiled tighter than a serpent poised to strike. Every sense I had felt exaggerated. I felt myself falling into the depths of Sam’s eyes. My nostrils filled with the combination of our essences, and I felt every goosebump that broke out with the slightest shift of my skin against his. I heard every breath and whimper I made and swore I could taste his cum on my lips though his cock was deep inside my body. I opened my mouth to plead yet again when I paused. He was my Dom, and I was his sub. And as his submissive, I no longer strove to please myself. I was desperate to please him.
“Please, Sir, may I ride your cock?”
His grin widened. “That’s my girl. Yes, you may ride my cock.”
“Oh, thank you,” I gushed without caring that I sounded cheesy.
“But don’t you dare come,” he said and there was that whimper again. His hands slid up my torso to cup my breasts. Each index finger attempted to meet his thumbs, and though my nipples made that impossible, I couldn’t fault him for giving it his absolute best try.
I moaned at the pinch and then keened at the pull as I rose and fell, rocking slightly back and forth on his cock. And when he twisted my nipples, I had to scream. Not in pain as that was glorious, but for permission.
“Please, please, Sir, let me come!”
“That’s not a request, babygirl. That’s an order and whose job is it to give the orders here?”
God, I was going to die. Cause of death, locked into orgasmic paralysis.
Then fix it, subbie!
“Please, Sir, please may I come?”
“That’s so much better, but the answer is still no.” He chuckled when I actually snarled. His hands dropped from my nipples to my hips and held me as he began to thrust upward as he pulled me down onto his dick.
“Oh, oh, please!!! Please, please, please…”
