She’s relentless with her mouth. I fight to not groan and thrust deeper, harder.
I am supposed to be the one in control. Not her.
This cabin is my domain. For as long as I’m here.
She is to be mine. For as long as I’m here.
I can’t lose control so quickly.
My threat about using the tawse on her does no good, and that excites me. I was planning to use it anyway and now I have a good excuse.
My cock hardens even more when I anticipate showing her what a tawse is and how it will be used.
I decide right then and there, what she’s doing is unacceptable. Not allowed.
Because I haven’t given her permission.
Letting her hair go, I snag her wrists instead. I sit up and tell her firmly, “Release me.”
She does. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am.
Her lips are shiny and her eyes unfocused. She enjoys taking me in her mouth. She’s probably wet and ready from giving me pleasure.
But I’m not pleased with her disobeying me and must teach her a lesson.
“On your knees in the middle of the room.” The tawse will have to wait. When she doesn’t move fast enough, I assist her by pulling her wrists and taking her to where I want her. She drops to her knees before me in the center of the room and looks up at me silently, calmly.
Her eyes aren’t subdued; they snap with excitement. Though, she keeps her expression blank, unreadable.
“Cross your ankles, hands behind your back, your wrists crossed, also.”
With only a slight hesitation, she does as I say. “That’s it. Like that. You do not move no matter what. If you move, you only add to your punishment. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
I cup her jaw in my palm and tilt her head higher, studying her. I smile. “Good. You took it upon yourself to take me into your mouth without permission. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Nick.” A shudder runs through her. Her nipples bead to the point of hard pebbles. I want to suck them into my mouth, score them with my teeth.
But I, and she, will have to wait.
Right now punishment, then comes reward.
I flick both nipples with my fingers and her body jerks back slightly, but her eyes never leave mine. They don’t even flinch.
Fuck, she is perfect.
I’ve met my challenge, my match. She’s it.
If she takes everything I give her today, tonight, and beyond, I may never want to leave.
And what I’m about to give her is what she wanted but not in the way she expected.
I slide a thumb between her lips and open her mouth, then step forward. “This is my mouth. Keep it open. I think you forgot yourself and thought it was yours. You need a little reminder.”
Raking my fingers through her hair, I grip her head and as I pull her toward me, I thrust into her mouth, her lips automatically close around me. And she’s not the only one who needs a reminder.
I do, too.
Her mouth is warm, wet, and as her tongue slides along my hard length, I feel my knees start to buckle. I gather my wits and tighten the muscles of my legs, keeping me on my feet.
“Suck me harder,” I demand, and she does, her cheeks hollowing out. I hold myself still and let her control the rhythm for a moment. But only a moment. Because this is for my pleasure, not hers.
“With your mouth full, you can’t say your word. But after your punishment, comes the reward. Don’t forget that while you do as I tell you. But if you must relent, then uncross your ankles. I will take that as a sign you’re unable to finish your punishment and are willing to give up your reward.”
My fingers curl into fists and I still her movement. I begin to move instead. I control the rhythm. Now it’s up to me how deep I go, how fast, how long.
She struggles slightly as I push deeper, push her farther, probably farther than she’s ever gone. But she keeps her ankles crossed, her hands behind her back.
She groans around me and doesn’t whimper. So I go even deeper, and her eyes find mine again as if she’s telling me she’s up for any challenge I give her.
So I push her even more.
My eyes drop from hers to her ankles, which remain crossed, then they flick back to her mouth which is stretched but still closed tightly around my length. Her face has become flushed, and her eyelids have closed.
As I bump the back of her throat, I feel it convulse then relax once again. Christ, she pleases me. She’s almost taking my whole length, but not quite.
I slow the roll of my hips and push slowly forward, going as deep as possibly allowed. Her lips circle the root of my cock and she’s struggling to breathe. With two fistfuls of her hair, I hold her head still.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes are shiny when she opens them, but she does as I ask. I check one more time, her ankles remain in place. I’m relieved at her willingness to do what I tell her.
A tear escapes the corner of her eye. Not because she’s upset, but because I’m so deep inside her mouth, she can’t control it.
I release one hand from her hair and brush the lone tear away. I back off slightly, letting her breathe easier, then trace her stretched lips with my thumb.
“So beautiful, Grace. This is what you wanted, but it had to be on my terms.” I tilt my hips forward again, giving her all of me once more. I go slow because I don’t want to hurt her.
She’s too precious to me. She has given me herself like a gift, and I must take care of her like she is one. I must take care of what’s mine.
And in turn, she will take care of me.
Just watching her take me fully makes my balls tighten, my dick harden even more. I’m there at the point of no return again. This time I will release down her throat. Give her a part of me.
I pull back and then tilt my hips forward once more and close my eyes as I spill inside her, along her tongue, down the back of her throat. She groans and her eyes never leave mine. But I see satisfaction there. It’s unmistakable.
She enjoyed what I gave her and I enjoyed giving it to her.
When my cock stops throbbing, I pull from between her lips and tell her, “Lick the head clean.”
I give her a smile when she does. When she’s finished, she smiles up at me.
“Speak freely,” I say, stroking a thumb along her jaw.
“May I stand?”
“Not yet. But you may uncross your ankles and drop your arms.”
She does so with a relieved sigh. Her muscles most likely ache from holding that position.
“Did you enjoy that, Grace?”
“Very much.”
“Let me take care of you.”
I see her eyes widen for a split second at my words, then she quickly schools her face. “I would like that very much, as well.”