Page 108 of What About Love

Moving back inside the cell with her, he pressed his bare chest up against her clamped breasts, and the hard ridge of his jeans wedged against her pussy. He curled one hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face up to his. “Are you ready for my cock, little bit, or do you need something else first?”

“Something else, sir, please.”

“You’re not allowed to come,” he warned. “I want that pleasure to happen while I’m deep inside you.”

She bit her lip, uncertain. Then she boldly declared, “Whip my pussy, sir. It’s all I can think about.”

After a heady kiss that had him ready to rip open his pants and drive into her, he forced himself to wait. Taking position in front and to the left of her, he gave her what she politely asked for. With a circular motion of his wrist and a lighter hand, he sent the tails of his flogger toward her center. He let just the tips brush her thighs and hips and belly first, then when her entire body was trembling with anticipation, he brought them up between her thighs where to land with a wetthwapon her pussy.

As her moan turned to a keening wail of pleasure, he drew his arm back for the second stroke of the three he had planned.

Just before he started the underhand motion, her cry of “yellow” brought him up short. For a millisecond, he stared at her, stunned. Had he heard her right? He dropped the lash on the floor with a clatter and his hands framed her face the next instant.

“What is it, baby? Did I hurt you?”

“No, sir,” she panted, her hazel eyes brimming with tears. “But I couldn’t take another, not without coming, and I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

As that sank in, he dropped his forehead to hers. Thank fuck her yellow pause was for impending pleasure, not pain. He’d explain where she’d erred, that safewords weren’tget out of jail freecards, or in this case, orgasms, later.

It had spared her another lash from his flogger, but it wouldn’t save her from his tongue.

Kneeling on the concrete floor between her splayed legs, his hands curled around her pink, punished ass cheeks. Pulling her forward, he inhaled her sweet scent. Hungry for a taste, he spread her open with his thumbs then dragged his tongue from center opening to her swollen, protruding clit.

“Delicious,” he groaned against her fragrant flesh before diving in for another lick.

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ENGROSSED IN THE PLEASUREof his mouth, she registered but didn’t react to the sound of ripping Velcro or that her legs were now free and that his hands caught her thighs and lifted them onto his shoulders. All she cared about was his magical tongue devouring her pussy. With her head dropped forward, her hair hung around her in a tangle, but she could still see his gorgeous face pressed between her legs and his dark eyes burning up at her. The image would be forever burned indelibly into her brain.

“Sweetest damn cunt, ever,” he murmured against her heated flesh as he came up for air. The reprieve only lasted a moment then his tongue dove back in. She swore he mentioned something about pecan pie, but she was drowning in lust too much to clarify.

“Ready to come for me, darlin’?”

The huskiness of his words alone almost made her fly apart.

“Yes, sir, I can’t take anymore.”

“Then do it. Come on my tongue.”

She blinked. “But I thought you wanted...”

“Changed my mind. You’ll come now on my tongue and a second time when I’m inside you.”

Who was she to argue with her dom’s master plan?

Done talking, his mouth dipped lower, and he drove his tongue deep in her center. He didn’t leave her clit unattended, his thumb taking over by circling and flicking. Fingers from his other hand slipped between her cheeks and the tip of one stroked her tight rear hold. Awash in sensation, with everything going on all at once, she was done. As she at last found release, her body shuddered, she arched against his persistent mouth as her body shuddered violently and her thighs clamped down hard around her head. He didn’t let up, licking, lapping, and swirling until the tension left her body and she hung limp from his shoulders and her restraints.

Abruptly, she was back on her feet and his mouth claimed hers. She tasted herself, and though she found her own tangy taste a far cry from pecan pie on him, she found it highly erotic. As was the stretch and fullness of his hard length driving up inside her.

Without freeing her lips, he lifted her, ordering, “Legs around me.”

She curled them around his hips and locked her feet at his lower back. Once she had him gripped tight, he grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and slammed into her. Only able to hang onto the bars and take him, she gave herself up to his driving possession, reveling in every hard thrust and exquisite withdrawal.

She felt herself hurling toward another climax. Her body was alive from his touch, every inch of her vibrant from the heat and glide of his skin against hers. Her sensitized clit throbbed with each hard thump as his cock surged into her. It was simply too much to keep another orgasm at bay.

Angling her head, she whispered against his ear in a low moan, “Please, T.”

“Yeah, baby,” was all he said as a groan rumbled up from his chest and he pumped faster, driving deeper, her muscles clamping down around him. She couldn’t contain her outcry of sheer delight as she came once again. He was right with her, arching his head as he groaned his own completion.

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