Page 106 of Ward Willing
“You can look up and speak, Zoe.” Immediately, she lifts her head slightly, and her eyes find mine. “Is that what you want? For me to give you permission?”
“It’s up to you, I guess,” she replies casually.
“It feels odd to give you permission.”
“It’s normally a sign of respect for the Dom. But if you don’t enjoy it, we don’t have to do it.” Her candidness is refreshing, and I realize that she’s eons more knowledgeable about all of this than me, and that I’ll probably have a lot of questions and hesitations over the course of whatever this is. “Would you like my opinion?” she asks.
“Go on,” I tell her, leaning back.
“I enjoy power play. But I also know the difference between the fantasy of being someone’s property, and the real world. Out in the classroom? I’ll talk back until I’m blue in the face. And if I want to be punished, I may do it on my knees, too. But at the end of the day, I enjoy submitting. I trust you. If at any time you’re uncomfortable, use our safe words.”
“Good to know,” I drawl, taking in the way she’s sitting so prettily before me. My cock has been straining since the moment she walked into the office, but watching her chest slowly rise and fall, seeing how the collar of my shirt drapes perfectly over her collarbone… “Like I said, I only have…” I check my computer. “Twelve minutes.”
A devious gleam enters her eyes, and she tilts her head slightly. Her eyes flick to my desk, and a shudder works through me when she reaches for my gold, engraved pen—reaching behind her head and pinning her hair up with it. Explosive currents race through me at the sight of that pen holding her hair up for what she’s about to do.
It’s innocent and so fucking dirty all at the same time.
“I only need five.”
She is going to kill me.
As if on cue, my cock twitches in my dress pants, and Zoe pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
“May I?” she asks, scooting closer.
Fuck.
I don’t answer her, because truthfully, I’ve never been a huge fan of receiving pleasure. It feels selfish, and I get way more turned on by giving pleasure. It’s become a sort of game over the years… learning all the tells a woman makes when she’s about to come. Learning their unique sensitive spots, learning about their anatomy, and utilizing that knowledge to make them come again and again. Whenever they want to reciprocate, I enjoy fucking—who doesn’t?—but I can count the number of blowjobs I’ve gotten on one hand.
Zoe must notice my hesitation because her expression softens. She runs her hands up my thighs, and my body jerks at the contact.
She huffs a laugh. “Tell me what you like, Liam. Let me serve you.”
“I don’t know what I like. I’m so used to… giving,” I tell her honestly.
“You don’t have any selfish needs? Not one?” she asks, pouting when I shake my head. “Let me,” she purrs.
“Zoe.”
“Let me suck your cock, Liam.” Her eyes widen slightly when she realizes her mistake. “Please.”
“I’m not going to stop you, baby girl,” I murmur. “Lock the door.”
Giving me a tiny grin, she stands up and walks to the door, turning the lock. Then she comes over to me and kneels, smiling at me while her little hands get to work on my belt. The jangling sound is loud in the large office, and my hand automatically comes to her arm as she works my fly open.
“You have five minutes,” I tell her, and her eyes flash with the challenge.
“Yes, Liam,” she says, her voice a breathy whisper.
Fuck, I like the way my name sounds when she says it like that.
She frees my cock, and I relish in the way her mouth drops open slightly. When she scoots closer, I let out a long sigh, letting my hand come to the back of her neck.
She doesn’t waste any time.
I hiss as her warm mouth envelopes the head of my erection, tongue swirling around once to clean up the precum.Holy shit.My hips buck of their own accord when she takes me almost fully into the back of her throat, and I have to actively fight the possession that rolls through me when I think of all the practice she must’ve had to be this good.
It doesn’t matter.
