Page 31 of Dr Feel Good
“Deeper,” he ordered, thrusting into my mouth, giving me no choice but to obey his demand.
His length filled my throat. My gag reflex had been honed over the years and allowed me to take him seamlessly. I breathedthrough my nose as I sucked him eagerly, wishing he’d grant me the honor of tasting his spend. Even in a snowstorm, his diet was healthy, so I bet his cum tasted delicious.
Before I could find out, he was yanking me off his cock. A whine of protest left me.
“Hush,” he said, his breathy voice making me horny all over again. He chuckled when I huffed in frustration. “I’m not ready to cum yet.”
With a wave of his hand, I was on his lap again. He leaned back against the sofa, putting his hands behind his head, looking relaxed while I was buzzing with need.
“Ride me, pet,” he said, grabbing the shirt I stole and hiking it up until my tits were exposed.
With his command issued, I grabbed his cock and guided it to my cunt. When his tip breached my entrance, I sank down, allowing him to fill me completely. We both moaned at the sensation.
“You’re so big,” I whimpered, placing my hands on his shoulders to brace myself.
For several seconds, I was still, allowing myself to adjust to his impressive size. When the initial sting faded into pure pleasure, I began to move. I spread my legs as wide as I could, leaning forward and pressing my belly against his. Our bodies as close as humanly possible, I ground my hips in long, slow circles, stimulating my G-spot and clit in one go. My tits were right in his face, and he took the opportunity to suck a nipple into his mouth. Staying silent was an impossible task.
“Faster,” he grunted when he was done lavishing my breasts with attention.
I sped up, grinding harder, not only in a bid to please him, but to achieve another earth-shattering release. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing the sides lightly and carefully avoiding the windpipe.
Choking was always a weakness of mine, though Warrior had been more of a fan of hair-pulling. With breath play having entered the equation, tension rapidly built in my core. As I grew closer, my walls began tightening around him.
“Not yet,” he said through gritted teeth, relinquishing his hold on my throat to grip my hips, forcing me to slow down. “You don’t get to come before me.”
“Please,” I whimpered, growing more desperate as I teetered on the edge.
“Please what?”
Oh, this asshole. He wanted me to beg for my orgasm, and I was in no position to refuse him. So, as prompted, I began to plead.
“Please, please let me come, sir!”
The asshole chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve been such a pain in the ass. Why should I let you?”
Many insults were on the tip of my tongue, but I knew better than to let any of them slip. Mouthing off would only get me further away from my goal.
“Please, sir,” I begged again, unsure if I could stave off my orgasm for long.
He hummed in consideration, then sighed heavily and gave a permissive wave of his hand. “Fine.”
That single word unleashed the floodgates. I came, screaming his name, my pussy pulsing around his cock. It proved to be too much for him, as seconds later, ropes of cum was shooting into me. When we both began to recover from our orgasms, I crashed my lips against his. He kissed me back, an arm sliding around my waist. Neither of us tried to move, content with just kissing and basking in the afterglow of our intense fuck session.
In the back of my mind, I knew this closeness was temporary. Even if our intimacy lasted until we left his cabin, eventually,we’d go back to our separate lives. But, until that time came, I’d relish the break from reality and the time spent in his arms.
“Holy shit,” Athena breathed as I led her into the BDSM room connected to my bedroom.
Three days had passed since we’d taken our relationship to the next level, days filled with endless fucking. My suspicion that she was a submissive had been correct, and it reminded me that appearances could be deceiving. Because, despite being the president of an outlaw MC and tattoos littering her pretty skin, she was among the best subs I had. Teasing, a tad bratty, but ultimately obedient. It was a combination I enjoyed and led to explosive sex.
“You just have your ownRed Room?” she continued, stepping further into the room.
I frowned at her, though she couldn’t see my face, too busy admiring the many toys and contraptions I had. “The room isn’t fucking red, so no, I don’t.”
Unlike the fictitious billionaire she referred to, I hadn’t dished out massive amounts of cash for something so extra. Instead, my cabin’s BDSM room was still wooden, just with shelves and hooks for sex toys, blindfolds, gags, and restraints. A bed dominated most of the space. The footer resembled amedieval pillory, meant to restrain my subs when I wanted to fuck them from behind. The headboard, meanwhile, had built-in leather cuffs, connected to the wooden header by a sturdy chain. A heavy-duty leather ceiling sex swing was in the center of the room, with a pole-dancing setup in the corner. Chairs faced the pole, and a stereo was located less than a foot away, allowing my subs to give me a private dance. My favorite part of the room was the mirrors lining the ceiling, giving me a perfect view whenever I fucked.
“I don’t know what you call your sex dungeon,” she responded.
“I don’t call my ‘sex dungeon’,” I began, using finger quotes. “Anything but a BDSM room.”
