Page 11 of Choose Me

I sank down without a word of complaint. This was a side of me I never truly explored, but there was such a feeling of bliss that came from submitting to him. I enjoyed playing both parts, the dominator and the dominated, but with him, it was so easy to just…obey. It wasn’t something I had ever experienced before, but it was on the verge of becoming addictive.

Richard moved around the room, but I kept my eyes downward. I had gotten used to the sensation of the plug during the day, but now it was all that I could feel.

“I’m glad I brought this with me,” he said. I heard a zip as he opened and closed his bag. “Especially since you were so good to prepare for me.”

The anticipation shot through my body like bolts of lightning, but I held still, waiting. Something smooth and soft brushed against my neck, and it took only a moment for him to clip it in place.

There was a finalclickbefore the collar tugged at my throat, turning me around to face him. He looked down at me with a hunger, the leash tight in his hand. “It suits you, pet.” He pulled on the leash again and I followed willingly, my knees stinging against the floor. “You deserve a reward.”

Chapter Six

I had been thinking about his cock for the last 24 hours, and it was finally time to feast. My hands reached for his zipper, but Richard gave a sharp yank on the leash right as touched him.

“Use your mouth,” he said. “Justyour mouth.”

Reluctantly, I let my hands fall to my sides. A flush crept into my cheeks as I rose on my knees, grasping his zipper with my teeth. It was harder than I’d thought it would be, and embarrassment began to creep into me. There was no graceful way of pulling down his pants with my teeth and I was sure I looked ridiculous. Part of me wanted to run away and never speak of any of this again, but I knew I would never forgive myself if I didn’t see it through.

He was as still as stone, aside from the bulge that only seemed to grow as I tugged at his pants. I managed to wiggle his pants down enough to let gravity work for me. He was already exquisitely hard, but I wanted to play with him first. I teased along the outline of his erection, pressing firm kisses into his underwear. I could feel him twitch as I ran my teeth over him, but he didn’t give in.

When I couldn’t resist anymore I latched onto the fabric and yanked it down as hard as I could. It took a few tries but finally, his cock was free enough for me to devour.

I took him in my mouth with relish, unable to resist any longer. He was big, but he fit well in my mouth. I had no plan or technique, I just wanted to taste him, to know him. My body found an easy rhythm, sucking him in and out, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, or pressing the points of my teeth against him. I wanted to reach out and cup his balls in my hand to see what sound he would make, but that would have to be another time.

The heady taste of him mixed on my tongue and when I raised my eyes to his face I could see him struggling to hold back his composure.

“Enough,” he growled, unable to hide the lust in his eyes.

The collar pulled around my neck, just light enough to convey his order, but I wasn’t ready to stop. Rather than back away, I sped up my movements, taking him in until I choked.

“Fuck.” He pulled at the leash again, the combination of the collar’s tightness and his dick in my throat making it almost hard to breathe. “Choke on it then, since you want it so bad. I won’t stop even if you cry.”

The leash fell away as his hands grabbed at the back of my head, his fingers snaking on my hair. He finally started to move, ramming his hips forward as he fucked my throat at a wild, unrelenting pace. I gave up trying to match his movements and put all of my focus on breathing through my nose.

“Drink it all,” he grunted. “Don’t waste a single drop.”

His fingers curled into my scalp as he came, shooting his seed down my throat. I swallowed everything, and let my tongue lap at the remnants as he pulled out.

He leaned away from me and sat on the bed, his eyes heavy with pleasure. After a moment the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. His foot slid forward, pushing my knees apart, “Look how wet you are.” He lifted his foot and prodded at my dripping cock with his shoe. “Disgusting.”

I was embarrassed, maybe even ashamed. But, God, I was so turned on.

My dick was swollen with desire, and I wanted more. I squirmed, my position becoming almost unbearable. My ass was throbbing, the plug driving me to the edge of insanity. “Please,” I whimpered, well beyond caring how pitiful I looked.

His smirk deepened, his eyes burning. “On the bed. Now.”

I happily obeyed.

He pushed me down so my face was pressed against the mattress, my back arching to give him all the access he desired. Conflicting feelings mixed in my stomach: shame, arousal, vulnerability. There was always a small part of me that wanted to run, that saw the way I was acting, and wanted nothing more than to flee from it. But the rest of me was drunk on desire.

I cried out in surprise as he pulled out the plug without warning, the emptiness left in its wake undeniable. His hands grabbed at the round mounds of my ass and spread me apart. Heat flared in my face as delicious tendrils of humiliation wrapped through my core, pulsing into my cock. I loved it. I craved it. I wanted more.

“Good pet,” he praised, spreading my cheeks so far it started to sting. “You’re so cute.”

I could only moan, unable to form words. There was a gentleness in his hands, even as he pushed me down. I wanted him to touch me more.

I tried to turn my head to look at him, but he responded by grabbing the leash and tugging at it. “Face down,” he ordered. “I’m going to fuck you like the animal you are.”

A shiver raced down my spine, but I was more than happy to comply.

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