Page 86 of Compelled Obedience

Exhaling, Grant dragged his tongue down the same path as his fingers, cupping both sides of my bottom and squeezing. The subtle chuckle reverberated in the space and I could tell exactly what he was thinking. How roughly he was going to take my asshole. The thought was titillating, keeping me on a beautiful precipice where it was difficult to breathe normally.

“The things you do to me should be a crime,” he muttered then opened my legs wider before sliding one of my arms higher up on the tile wall then the other. “Remain in position, little kitten.”

“Or?”

His laugh was subtle and when he slid his hand between my legs, pinching my clit, my legs began to shake. “Do you really need me to answer that?”

“No, sir.”

“Good girl. Close your eyes for me.”

I did so without hesitation, the sensations crawling through me exponentiating. He knew exactly what he was doing. There were no bindings, no shackles to keep me in place but there was also no need. I wanted to obey him, requiring his unabashed approval. I longed to please him in every way possible. It was another cathartic realization how much the man affected me.

When I sensed he was easing to his knees, I arched my back, the anticipation sending an array of dancing tingles all through my body. He did nothing for a full ten seconds or longer, igniting the anticipation. It seemed like forever until he finally gripped my buttocks, lifting my pelvis then blowing across my aching pussy.

“Oh, God.”

“Shhh… breathe for me, little kitten. Then you can become a lioness and roar.”

Even the throaty sound of his voice was entirely different, his need keeping the tone gravelly. Panting, I licked my lips, beads of perspiration tickling both sides of my face. Then I rose onto my toes, stretching my legs even wider. I wanted him to have full access to tease and tempt me. My God, I could turn into a crazed, wanton woman so easily.

The thought kept the heat sizzling every nerve ending so when he finally darted his tongue up and down my slickened folds, I couldn’t stop a moan from escaping.

Or my knees from almost buckling.

“Jesus. Please lick me. Please.”

“Good things come to those who are patient, little lamb.”

I adored the names he called me, the sentiments creating another layer of passion between us. Another ten seconds or more passed and I was certain I’d lose my mind. Then he finally slipped his tongue between my swollen folds into my tight channel, licking furiously. When he pulled out, I placed my face against the wall, panting like an overheated animal.

“You’re so… mean,” I managed.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He lifted my pelvis even higher until I was on my tippy toes, fearful I’d topple over yet knowing he’d catch me if I did. He teased my clit again, flicking his tongue back and forth then sucking on the tender bud as my moans built.

By the time he pulled away, I was almost mad with need, my mind a fuzzy blur of filthy things that I craved him doing to me. And the ones I longed to perform on his gorgeous body.

He repeated the action, and I could no longer feel my legs.

Then he buried his face into my pussy, making the most insanely primal sounds as he licked me furiously, a beast consuming his prey. I clawed the wall, trying to make sense of the flashes of light tearing through my field of vision. All I could do was pant in the same rhythm that he was using, blinking furiously as my eyes watered. I wanted nothing more than to erupt in a beautiful climax, allowing the thrumming that pulsed through my body to be sated, but he was in full control.

I knew better than to consider climaxing without being allowed. There was nothing more I wanted than to be his good little girl.

“Mmm…” he growled, tossing his head back and forth as he feasted. I envisioned his face covered in my juices and the scent of my desire floating between us was ripped with endorphins.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. I need to come.”

I was promptly reprimanded with a quick two slaps on my bottom, the sharp pain surprising but adding to the allure of what he was doing.

“Not until I say.”

Forced to bite my lower lip to keep from screaming, tears of joy and increasing desire ran down both sides of my face. I’d never experienced anything so explosive in my life. I realized only seconds later than he’d managed to lift me completely off the tile floor, using the sheer strength of his upper arms to hold me aloft.

My breathing was strangled, unrecognizable and my heart thudding in my chest. Oh, God. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

“My good girl. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” There was no chance of stifling the scream.

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