Page 26 of Still His

“An erotic short about a kidnapped person. She’s slightly insane, but it’s a favourite of mine to go back to for a quick and dirty read.” Her voice is breathless, and I groan, fighting the need to reach out for her. “It’s called Bound to Him by Cassie Hargrove. Kind of fitting since I’ve always been bound to you in some way,” she whispers, and I clear my throat thinking of all the ways she’s been mine throughout the years in one way or another.

She’s right.

This relationship between us is just an evolution of everything we’ve been through together. I’m just as bound to her as she is to me though, and she needs to know that.

“You ensnared my heart and soul a long time ago, kitten.”

She whimpers as tears fill her eyes. It doesn’t take long before she drops her eyes to look at my hard-on.

I want to kiss her, feel her, and love on her. I want this game to be over with.

“Master,” she whispers and looks up at me as she licks her lips. I’m done.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I roughly pull her from the floor and into my lap, taking her mouth with mine and we both groan.

She’s like coming home after being lost in the desert. I need her mouth to live and breathe. This is our second kiss and I’m already beyond lost in her, never wanting to come back up for air.

Her tongue grazes against my lip, seeking entrance, and I gladly let her in. Lifting my hips to rub against her soaked core, I curse at how wet she. She’s drenched enough I can feel her soaking through her shorts and my jeans.

So hot and wet for me.

“Fuck, kitten,” I growl against her mouth as she moves her hips up and down on my covered dick like she’s testing the waters of how this could go.

“You feel so big, Master,” she whimpers, grinding against me until my hands dig into her ass to hold her still. “So good.”

Another whimper falls from her lips.

She bites her lip before opening her eyes, looking shy and unsure.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Talk to me.”

She swallows and lets out a shaky breath.

“Can I—can I taste you, Master?”

Ah, fuck.

“Oh, kitten. You want to take your Master’s cock deep in your throat?” I ask and she nods, moving back off my lap to kneel in front of my open legs. Just her face level with my dick has me wanting to blow, and she hasn’t even touched me yet.

This won’t last long.

“Yes please, Master.”

“Then take out my cock and suck it, kitten.”

She bites her lip as her hands fiddle with the button and zipper of my jeans before moving to pull me out. Lifting my hips, I help her move the jeans and boxers down as my dick springs free, standing at attention just for her.

Catherine

Holy shit.

I’m about to give my first blow job ever, and of course, Dad would have to have a massive fucking dick. I may actually choke to death on that thing.

He wasn’t kidding when he said my toys were no match for him.

I feel my heart racing in my chest as I take in the sight of him in front of me. All smooth and pink with the veins popping out, I can see the precum leaking from the tip of his dick.

Without giving it thought, I lean forward and lick at the slit tasting the salty cum on my tongue.

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