Chapter 16

 

I stared nervously at myself in the bathroom mirror. Once we were in Liam’s bedroom, I had taken my suitcase and excused myself to the bathroom. I had quickly brushed my teeth and smoothed some body lotion on. Not sure what Liam wanted or was expecting, I hadn’t purchased any props or costumes. I had, however, brought the red corset and matching panties with me. I had put them on and now, I took another deep breath and smoothed my hands nervously over my corset. I had been in here long enough.

When I opened the door, Liam stood up from the bed and moved to the middle of the room. I stood nervously in front of him, my hands folded behind my back as Liam looked me up and down.

When he turned his gaze to mine, the look of dark lust on his face was enough to make my knees weak.

“You’re so beautiful, Mae.” He whispered.

“Thank you.”

He reached out with a hand that trembled slightly, and traced the curve of my bottom lip before running his finger down my throat and stroking the top of my exposed breasts.

I shivered and gave him another nervous smile. “So, um do I just start barking out orders or…”

He grinned at me and put his arms around my waist, tugging me towards him. “How about we start with kissing?”

He bent his head and kissed me softly. I made a low noise of need and kissed him back as he stroked my bare back above the corset. When his hands slid down and cupped my large ass, kneading the flesh roughly, I gasped and pushed my pelvis against his. I could feel his erection pressing against me and I rubbed my pelvis back and forth against it. He groaned and kissed me more deeply, his tongue thrusting into my mouth to stroke urgently at mine.

“I want you so badly, Mae.” He muttered against my mouth. “You have no idea how badly.”

“Take off your shirt.” I whispered.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. I stared at his broad chest and stroked the granite muscles of his abdomen. He shuddered under my touch and I pressed my mouth against the bare flesh of his chest. I licked lightly as my hands traced the waistband of his jeans. He groaned, his hands squeezing my ass roughly, as I placed soft, wet kisses across his chest before I bit his shoulder lightly.

He kissed me again, his tongue hot and wet in my mouth, as his hands reached for the hooks on the corset. I bit his bottom lip, holding it firmly in my teeth, and he paused. I released his mouth and soothed the bite with my tongue before smiling up at him.

“Ask first.”

“May I, mistress?” He asked immediately.

My heart thudded in my chest. It was almost embarrassing how much I enjoyed Liam calling me mistress, and I rubbed my pelvis against the bulge in his jeans.

“You may.”

He quickly unhooked the corset and eased it from my body before tossing it to the floor. He stared appreciatively at my breasts before gently cupping them. I sighed and arched my back as he squeezed them lightly and ran the tips of his fingers over my nipples.

“Suck on them, Liam.” I demanded.

He bent his head and took my right nipple deep into his mouth. He sucked hard and tugged lightly with his teeth before sliding his tongue across it. The warm wetness of his mouth was making me shudder uncontrollably and he wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me steady, as he switched to the other nipple. He ravished my tight nipple with his lips and tongue until my fingers were digging into his hard biceps.

I pulled lightly on his hair, and he looked up at me, his mouth hovering over my swollen, throbbing nipple. “Yes, mistress?”

I swallowed thickly and he gave me a boyish grin before sucking on my nipple again.

“Oh God.” I muttered, my pelvis arching against his hard cock. The aching between my legs, the wetness that was soaking through the thong, made me pull his hair again.

“On your knees, Liam.” I tried to sound firm but my voice was shaky and raspy with need.

Liam dropped to his knees immediately and stared up at me. I felt another rolling wave of pleasure rush through my pelvis. My fantasy had come to life and for a moment I was so overcome with lust, I couldn’t say or do a damn thing other than stare at his perfect face.

“Tell me what you want, mistress.” He whispered.

I closed my eyes, my entire body shaking, and took a deep breath. I felt Liam’s hand on my thigh, the fingers stroking lightly and soothingly. His voice full of concern, he said, “Mae? Are you alright?”

I nodded without opening my eyes and he placed a gentle kiss on my stomach just above my panties. “Do you want me to stop?”

I opened my eyes and stared down at him. “Christ, no.”

He visibly relaxed, and ran a lazy hand up and down my leg. “Good.”

“Take off my panties.” I said quietly.

He hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs. I stepped out of them, and he surprised me by grabbing my ass with strong fingers and brushing his face across the strip of hair on my pussy. He kissed it lightly and I made a shuddering moan.

“Tell me, mistress.” He whispered.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust, and I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Lick me.”

He immediately buried his face in my pussy, his tongue slicking between my wet and swollen lips to find my hard clit. He sucked greedily at it and I shrieked with pleasure. My legs were starting to give out and I clutched at his shoulders, trying to keep myself upright.

He stood, I cried out at the loss of his warm tongue, but he scooped me up easily and carried me to the bed. He laid me on the bed and dropped to his knees on the floor beside me. He draped my legs over his shoulders and slid his hands under my ass, gripping it firmly and lifting me up to his mouth.

He winked at me, his grin flashing in the soft light of the bedside lamp, before his dark head dipped between my thighs. I moaned his name at the first touch of his wet tongue, and my thighs dropped open.

He made a low hum of approval and washed his tongue over me. I rose up on my elbows and watched as he kissed and licked my throbbing pussy. The lack of hair made everything deliciously sensitive and when he rubbed the rough shadow of his chin across my swollen lips, I nearly slid off the bed.

“Oh my God, Liam.” I moaned. My hands clenched in the sheets of the bed and my heels dug into his back as he grinned up at me.

“You taste delicious, Mae. I could eat your pussy all night.”

My hips thrust upwards in helpless response, and he grinned again before burying his face back between my thighs. I groaned and whimpered and twisted weakly under his tongue. I tried to hold back, tried to stop myself from giving in to the need to come, but his tongue and lips were relentless. Within minutes I was arching off the bed and having an earth-shattering orgasm. Liam held my hips firmly, and continued to lick my swollen clit until I squirmed and pushed frantically at the top of his head.

“Stop!”

He stopped immediately and stripped off the rest of his clothing before he climbed on to the bed beside me. “Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “Hell, no. I just – I was afraid I might black out if you didn’t stop.”

He laughed and stretched out beside me, his hand cupping my breast as my chest heaved for air. I glanced down at his cock. It was standing straight up, the tip brushing against his stomach, and it was slick and shiny with his precum. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around it. He groaned and his hips bucked once before he reached down and tugged my hand away. I frowned at him.

“What are you doing?”

He gave me a faint smile. “This is about pleasing you, Mae.”

“So because we’re not having sex, you don’t get to come?” I asked. “I don’t remember reading anything about that in the contract.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not that. I just – I want this first night to be about you. I want to please my mistress.”

I reached down and took his cock in my hand again, squeezing firmly and smiling a little when he inhaled sharply and his hand tightened on my breast.

I leaned over him and nuzzled his ear before whispering, “What if I told you that what would please your mistress is having you come in her mouth?”

“Fuck!” He muttered in a harsh pant, his eyes dropping to my mouth. I licked my lips and then bit gently on the bottom one.

“Would you like that, Liam? Would you like to come in my mouth?”

“Yes.”

I gave him an impatient look and pinched his nipple hard. “Yes, what?”

He winced a little and I dipped my head, licking at his flat nipple gently until his hand was cupping the back of my head. “Yes, mistress. I would like to come in your mouth.”

“Yes, I imagine you would.” I smiled at him and slid off the bed before walking towards the bathroom.

He sat up, blinking in surprise. “Mae, where the hell are you going?”

I turned and arched my eyebrow at his demanding tone. He flushed and cleared his throat, “Mistress, will you please tell me where you’re going?”

“I’m going to do what I’ve been dying to do since I first saw it – have a swim in your giant tub. You,” I pointed my finger at him, “are going to lie on the bed and touch yourself. Keep yourself hard but don’t come, do you understand?”

He nodded and I stopped and stretched in the doorway of the bathroom. Liam’s eyes dropped to my breasts, his cock bounced, and he moved his hand to stroke it rapidly.

I smiled to myself. Normally I would have wrapped myself in a sheet before walking to the bathroom, anxious to hide my chunky thighs and round stomach. Oddly enough, I had no inclination to hide this time. There was something in the way Liam looked at me that made me believe he thought I was beautiful. Or maybe it was just the fact that staring at me had made his cock so hard and swollen, the head of it was nearly purple.

He was still stroking rapidly, his hand tightening and loosening around his hard shaft, and I gave him a warning look. “You might want to slow down. If you come before I say you can, you’ll be punished.”

He nodded and I smiled approvingly when he slowed the stroking of his hand. “I’ll call you when I need you to wash my back.”

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I sank back in the water and stared up at the ceiling. It had been nearly twenty minutes since I had climbed into the tub, and I cocked my head and listened closely. Faintly, I could hear Liam’s soft moans and I decided I had tortured him long enough.

I called his name and he walked into the bathroom, one hand still clasped around his cock. It was obvious he hadn’t come, and I admired his willpower as he knelt next to the tub and kissed me softly on the mouth.

“Hi.” He gave me a strained smile, and I ran my fingers over the stubble on his cheek.

“Hi, yourself. How are you?”

“Fine.” He shifted a little, grimacing when his dick pushed against the side of the tub.

“Good. Wash my back, please.” I sat forward and then handed him the soap. He lathered the soap between his hands and washed my back, kneading and pressing with his strong fingers until I was moaning with pleasure.

I scooted forward. “Get in behind me.”

He climbed in and sat down. I leaned back against him, wiggling my wet ass against his rock-hard cock, and smiling at his groan of need.

He slipped his hands around to my breasts and rubbed and stroked them. Although I hadn’t given him permission, the feel of his wet fingers pulling on my nipples had me forgetting about punishing him. Instead, I arched my back and moaned encouragingly when his right hand slid down my stomach and between my thighs.

He found my small, pink nub and went to work. His fingers stroked and petted and danced across my swollen flesh until I was gripping the sides of the tub with white knuckles and bucking my pelvis against him. When he gently pinched my clit and then tugged, my sudden orgasm took me completely by surprise. I thrashed against him, water surging over the side of the tub to splash on the tile floor as he held me tightly.

Panting harshly, my legs shaking and my hair plastered wetly against my cheeks, I turned my head and kissed him deeply. He moaned and returned my kiss, our tongues tangling together as I rubbed my ass against his cock.

He tore his mouth from mine. “Please, mistress.” He moaned. He sounded nothing like the Liam Knight from the office and, despite my recent orgasm, my pussy pulsed at the pleading in his voice.

“Help me out of the tub.” I whispered.

He stood and climbed out, dripping water everywhere but not seeming to care. I stood up and he lifted me out of the tub and wrapped a towel around me. He dried me carefully, his hand lingering a little longer than necessary between my legs. I smiled at him and returned the favour, using a second towel to dry his body. I avoided touching his weeping cock, even when he thrust it helplessly against me.

I stared silently at it for a moment. I had an incredibly strong urge to simply push him to the floor, fill my throbbing pussy with every glorious inch of his thick cock and ride him like a horse. I took a deep breath.

No sex, remember Mae? Keep it together you silly tart. I told myself sternly as I wiped away the droplets of water on his chest.

I stared up at Liam. He was standing with his eyes closed and a look of pure pain on his face. His hands were clenched into tight fists and he was breathing harshly.

“Liam?”

“Yes?”

“Do you still want my mouth on your cock?”

He jerked and I rubbed his chest soothingly before walking behind him.

“Yes, mistress.”

I kissed his bare back, making him jerk again, and slid my hands around his front, resting them against his flat stomach. “Not this time.”

His groan of disappointment turned into a strangled noise of need when my hand gripped his cock firmly. I pumped him firmly three times before his pelvis twitched, and he shouted and came explosively all over my hand.

I kissed him again on his back as he shuddered and panted in front of me. “Good boy. Now take me to bed and make me come again.”

“Yes, mistress.”