Page 35 of Carnal

He groans. "Fuck."

I smirk. "How many times did you think about me doing this?"

"Daily. Multiple times," he confesses, placing his hand on my head and pushing me back toward him.

I softly laugh, take his entire cock in my mouth, then suck on the cap.

"Jesus," he mumbles, moving my head over him.

It's another surprise. I thought I wouldn't like any man controlling my head when I went down on him, but everything about it creates a new set of endorphins for me.

You're the Dom, not him.

But this feels right.

Get back into your role.

I jump up and point to the restraints on the armrests. "Hands there so I can dance for you."

Amusement floods his face. He arrogantly secures one wrist in a cuff and then places the other in the second cuff, waiting for me to close it.

I snap it shut, cage my body over his, then kiss him before muttering, "Are you ready for me to dance?"

"Yeah, baby girl."

I wag my finger in front of his face. "Mmm, mmm, mmm. How do you address me?"

He grins. "Sorry. Mistress. You're smoking hot in your outfit, by the way."

Flutters explode in my stomach. I kiss him again then lean down and cuff his ankles to the chair.

"Did you think I'd go somewhere?" he teases.

I sit on his lap and put my arms around him then assert, "You haven't submitted. You still think you're in control."

"Mistress, I believe you prefer it when I'm in control," he argues.

"Oh? Really?" I ask, tilting my head.

He leans forward and darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking my lips, suggesting, "Why don't you stay right here and dance on my dick? I promise you that you'll feel better."

I laugh and then caress his cheek. "Aw. You really do need to submit. But don't worry, I'll help you."

More cockiness appears in his expression. "If you want to bring your pussy to my face, I'll be more than happy to lick it."

My butterflies go nuts and my insides clench.

Pull it together!

"Maybe later," I tease, kissing him again and then rising. I pull out the cock cage.

"What is that?"

"A cock cage."

The color drains from his face. "You aren't—"

"Do you want to use your safe phrase?" I ask, batting my eyelashes.

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