Teeth aren’t my only concern. Kathryn knows what she’s doing, and I trust her. However, she’s a little too good at what she does, because there’s her tongue, massaging my shaft and tasting my tip. Her throat working me whenever she lets my cock slip in deep enough. Oh, and those freezing cold blue eyes staring into mine, determined and bold.

And so, so beautiful.

I’m being blessed. This talented woman has chosen me to receive her erotic gift, and to push her away, to deny what she wants to give would be a terrible thing to do. I have to obey her. No, I need to. I want to know in what other ways she loves and adores me.

And how I can adore her in turn.

There’s one problem. I’m human. I’m a man who has had a lot of time and practice holding back orgasm, but there reaches a point where I am gonna come. Kathryn is pushing me to that point, with her tongue swirling and her throat relaxing around every part of me. My hands squeeze the armrests. Strange sounds of frustration come from my throat. I’m trying damned hard to not blow my fucking load inside a Domme’s mouth. If our roles were switched, or if we were being vanilla? Fuck yeah I’d do it! I’d fuck her throat and spill everything I have all over that pretty pink tongue.

No. I need to obey.

Much to my chagrin, Kathryn eases off my rock-hard cock. It’s covered in her saliva, my precum, and the hot breaths and body heat of two people losing themselves to this damned moment. Cruel. Cruel.

“My poor baby.” She turns her lips into a fake frown. Her fingers flick against my cock, teasing it. “You want to come, don’t you? You’re fighting back the urge to grab the back of my head and drive your cock down my throat and making me choke on your cum. How admirable of you to hold back.”

Fuck you, Kathryn.

“Why, if I do anything else to you, everything is going to spill out of there, isn’t it?”

I don’t say anything. She fucking knows.

“All right. I’ll take care of it.”

Foolishly I believe that means she’s going to let me come. Haha. Nope.

I’m a naïve man when it comes to submitting to a woman.

She makes me get up and finish undressing as she goes into the bedroom. I’m not invited in there. Instead, she returns what feels like fifteen minutes later, when my cock has gone embarrassingly flaccid even after all of that. I have no idea why. Usually I can maintain an uncomfortable hard-on if necessary, but it’s like my body knows to defer to her wishes, and she wants me soft again.

I need relief, and I needed it twenty minutes ago when she was all over my cock.

“Sit down, Mathers.”

I obey, but only because I once again foolishly believe she’s going to get me off.

Hahahahaha!

When I see the brand new cock ring in her hand, I know I’m fucking done.

I’ve used cock rings before. They do an excellent job of keeping you hard even when you’re past the point of no return. And if you’re me, they’re your number one source of not coming too soon. Or ever, in this case.

“Don’t give me that look,” Kathryn says playfully, her hand wrapping around the base of my cock as she slips the ring on. Oh God, oh fuck it all, that shit is tight. Slow the flow of blood, why don’t you? Not like it hurts down there or anything. That painful ache of desperately needing to empty. This isn’t blue balls. This is black and blue balls.

Kathryn gives me a cursory lick before standing back up. She ties my hands behind my back again, and neither of us wants to laugh at my cock sticking painfully up with blue rubber circling the base. I’m trying not to think about it.

Shiiiiit.

“I know it hurts, baby.” That cooing both drives me up the wall and makes me want to do whatever the fuck she wants… especially if it means a happy ending for me. “You’re a good sport, though. So I’m going to give you the best thing possible.”

I don’t expect anything now.

“My pussy,” she whispers in my ear.

For a split second I allow myself to believe I get to fuck her. Only a split second, however, because soon I’m on my knees on the carpet, watching Kathryn shake off her shorts and underwear. Both are kicked across the room, until I’m staring up at her beautiful slit now covered in the finest blond hairs.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Kathryn sinks into the chair I was in, spreading her legs wide open so I see nothing but what’s between them. She’s wet. Really, really wet.

Did this do that to her?

“Tell me it’s what you wanted. And mean it.”

I mean, I’m looking right into your body, aren’t I, Kathryn? I’m always down for that. “There hasn’t been a moment where I haven’t wanted any part of you.”

Her domineering smile falters for a moment.

“Eat my pussy, Mathers.”

How the fuck do I say no to that?

Let’s get a grip. Whenever I’m between a woman’s spread legs, it’s because I’m spoiling her. This is true as a Dom and as… well, whatever this is. There are times I use it as a tool to bring her to the edge and then deny her orgasm, but usually, if I’m going down, my tongue dipping between folds and my nose inhaling the heady scent of a woman’s natural, sweet odor, it’s because she deserves to be spoiled.

Even this woman, with her arms crossed on her chest and her face as sour as a lemon orchard, deserves to be spoiled in the most intimate way possible.

Don’t get me wrong. I love doing it. With her. Kathryn’s scent and taste alone are enough to turn me into a slobbering mess of a man who gets lost in the world she creates, either as a Domme or a sub.

My tongue moves between her folds, flicking against her clit, dipping into her entrance, and teasing her with the tongue fuck I know she wants. The last time I did this, she screamed for nearly five minutes. When her hand snatches in my hair and holds me on her pussy, I think, well, there are worse ways to die. Might as well drown down here with my hands tied behind my back.

“Holy shit you’re hot.”

Saying that makes her wetter. A new taste hits my tongue, and I’m transported to conversations I’ve had with other Doms over the years. Depending on the man, eating a woman out – let alone a woman who has submitted to you – is considered weak and debasing. Those men are shit, assuming they’re looking for excuses to avoid giving their subs pleasure like this. Except, they say, you’re not supposed to lower yourself in this way.

I’m not lowering myself. I’m elevating her.

Kathryn tastes like ambrosia, as befitting a goddess of her Olympian standing. The deeper my tongue goes inside her, fucking her as my nose rubs her clit, the more I realize this Domme only cares about her sub idolizing her until she’s become one with the universe, the stars and planets around her.

I can do that for you, Kathryn. For you, that is the easiest thing in the world. I can’t imagine any woman more deserving than you.

You.

My Queen. My Goddess.

The woman I would marry and spend the rest of eternity with, if given the chance.

Can you feel it? Can you feel how eager I am as I lick, tickle, and fuck you? Do you like the way I sink my tongue so far in that you squirm enough to tell me that this is heaven to you? Do you like how the tip of my tongue comes out, covered in your wetness, and contours around your sweet clit? Your voice is firm, but your resolve is weakening. You want me to fuck you with my cock as much as I want to do it.

Any apprehension I felt when I walked up here is gone now. I don’t care if she ties me up. I don’t care if she puts a cock ring around my base and says, “Toughen up, Buttercup…”

I don’t even care if she pushes me onto the floor, crawling over my supine body, straddling my head, and sitting on my face until I can barely breathe.