“Please! You have pleasured me. I haven’t come so hard in my life. Let me at least try to give you a fraction of that kind of pleasure,” she begged.

My cock eagerly jumped in my jeans, accepting her plea. Holding her entirely nude body against mine wasn’t helping the blood leave that part of my body, but I refused to release her from my grasp until I absolutely had to.

“No.” I shook my head to emphasize my point.

After a moment of quiet, her hand slowly slipped down my chest until it bumped against the top of my pants. Maybe I was wrong about her learning how to be a submissive. When her fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans, I dug my fingers into her back.

“What are you doing, Precious?” I asked even though it was apparent she wasn’t waiting for me to allow her to touch me in such a way.

“Exploring, sir.” She shrugged her shoulders even as her fingers successfully unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

“The answer was no,” I repeated, but still did nothing to stop her. I knew I should stop her. She wasn’t following my directions, but the pain in my balls was bad enough I would let her “explore” a bit so I could use the touch of her hands on me when I took care of matters on my own.

“I know.” Her hand dipped under my boxer briefs until she found the hot, hard cock waiting for her.

“If you continue, you will be punished.” It nearly hurt to say the words, but she would learn to submit even if my body didn’t agree with it. Biting my lip, I barely held back a groan when her hand circled around the throbbing head of my cock.

“As you wish, sir.” The smile in her voice was evident. She knew exactly what she was doing and didn’t mind getting punished to get her way.

“So be it.” I exhaled. My body was at odds. Wanting to let her give me what she apparently needed to at any cost — I certainly wouldn’t mind getting some relief in the process. Then on the other hand, I knew I should stop her, not let her get her way. Keep my control of the situation, control of my body.

“Sir? Can I ask a favor since I will already be getting a punishment?” she breathed against my chest.

“I agree to hear the request.” I didn’t want her to mistake my words.

“Will you show me how you like to be touched? I want to make sure you like what I’m doing.” Her head ducked and I’d guess she was dropping her eyes in embarrassment.

“I don’t think you could make it not feel good. I’ll tell you if something doesn’t work.” I inhaled sharply when she suddenly tightened her grip around my cock and tugged along the length before sliding down to the base.

“Good?” she asked with a smile in her voice.

“Yeah…” I groaned as she did it again.

When her hand suddenly released me and she climbed off the bed, I pushed up onto my elbows to try to see what she was doing. Her hands grabbed the sides of my briefs and jeans to pull them down —with a little help from me. As soon as my cock and balls were sprung from their confinement, she released my pants. Moving to kneel on either side of my calves, her palms smoothed up my thighs. As soon as her fingers grazed the small patch of hair I kept neatly trimmed between my thighs, her nails gently dragged over my tight ball sack. I could almost come just from the feeling of her finally touching me where I’d wanted her for so long.

“How is that, sir?” She asked, repeating the movement.

Chapter 17

Alix

I'd never been so dominated, so controlled in my whole life. I'd also never come as hard as I did when he was the one who told me when I was allowed to come. No matter what happened between Master and me, I would never be the same. I couldn't be. I'd learned too much about myself. I might not have known him for long, or been introduced into the whole scene in a traditional way, but I couldn't go back to how I'd been before. Every fiber of my being demanded that I do as Master said; even if I pushed his rules from time to time, being under his control was heavenly. Sometimes it felt too one-sided. I wanted to make him feel as good as I did. I needed to make him want me on the same level that I needed him.

I had felt his erection numerous times when we'd been together, but he had never tried to sate that need, not with me at least. After the scene with him, after the pearl experience, I literally couldn't leave until I knew that he got off from me. It was devastating to think that he might be going to another to help him with it when I was more than willing. If he continued to deny me, pushing me away, I knew it would be time to break out from under Master. As much as I learned and discovered from him, my peace of mind needed more. I was willing to go without knowing what he looked like or what his name was, but my patience with that was wearing thin. If things were to continue as they were, I needed to have more say, more input in the situation.

The more I thought about his secrecy, the more it bothered me. Why was it so important? He had so much he could hold over my head that I wouldn't expose him to anyone, but still he held his secrets. It was frustrating and worrisome.

Deciding I'd try to win at least one of the battles in my head, I seized the opportunity to try to please him. I'd never so much as felt his bare cock before and that was going to change.

Kneeling over the shadowed form of Master, I ran my nails over his balls again. While I knew he had to enjoy doling out pain, he didn't seem to mind a little bit of it himself; still, I kept my nails light. Once he confirmed that he did indeed enjoy what I was doing, I bent at the waist, bringing my face close to the throbbing, hot cock standing at attention. Holding a hip in each hand, I flicked my tongue out over the tip of the swollen flesh. Master sucked in his breath giving me chills. I was in charge when in that position. I was surprised he let things go as far as they had, but I wasn't going to give him time to reconsider.

Not waiting another moment, I sucked his erection as deep into my throat as I could — hitting and pushing past the back of my throat so I could swallow every inch of him. Having no gag reflex was a beautiful thing, too bad the person that taught me had been an unwanted lover. Master agreed from the groan that filled the air. Both his large hands grasped my head, fingertips digging in since he couldn't hold my hair. Slowly, I moved back up the long, thick shaft. Using one hand, I held onto the base of his shaft, making sure he stayed right where I wanted him before once again taking him all the way in.

"Fuck, that feels good. No one has ever taken me so deeply in their mouth," Master muttered almost to himself. His hips jumped as I swallowed around him, squeezing him tighter. "Don't stop." He said when I released him from my mouth completely.

"Mmm. Do you like my mouth, Master?" I purred, dragging my tongue along the bulging veins in his shaft as my hand used the left-behind saliva to slide up and down. Slowly. I wasn't rushing anything. I wanted him to last. I wanted to make it better than anyone had ever been for him before. Who knew if I'd ever get the chance to do it again since he'd barely let me touch him any other time.

Master pushed up on his elbows again and reached behind my head to yank the tie from my hair. The strands fell around my shoulders before he sank one hand into it, pulling my face to his. His soft lips pressed against mine for only a moment before his tongue speared into my mouth. There was no asking for permission; once again, he took what he wanted and I was more than happy to give.

His tongue dragged against the inside of my upper lip, tasting me in the most unique kiss I'd ever received. Yanking back on my hair, he kissed along my jaw until he reached my ear. His voice was deep and very distinctly British as he breathed against my ear. "You taste better than anything else I've ever had in my mouth. And I absolutely fucking love the way you suck on my cock." Slamming his mouth to mine again, his teeth hit mine, but I didn't mind as his tongue was once again invading my mouth.