And then he stopped and immediately pulled his hand away.
It took her a second to realize that he wasn’t going to continue. Her eyes flew open and she stared down at him. “No, no, don’t stop!” she blurted, sounding almost panicked at the idea of being left there.
“Well, I don’t know darlin’, do you really deserve to be rewarded after this morning? I know I said I wasn’t sure about punishing you, but not punishing and rewarding you are two different things.” There was an evil glint in his eye to match the tilted smirk curving his lips.
Her bottom lip rolled out in a pout. “That’s cruel. You wouldn’t do that to me,” she said with confidence.
One eyebrow went up and he tilted his head saying, “I wouldn’t? You sure about that, Charlie?”
She thought, she hoped, the answer was no and that he was just teasing her, but he’d been pretty mad at her that morning and she couldn’t really be sure. She licked her bottom lip nervously. “I…I don’t think you would.” She sounded uncertain though and his smirk deepened, enjoying it.
“Maybe you should think about some way of making things up to me if you don’t want to find out. Show me what a good girl you can be, Charlie, and we’ll see.”
She frowned, forehead wrinkling with confusion as she tried to figure out what he wanted her to do—and then the light dawned. It took her a second to work it around in her head and then her stomach made a sudden lurch like she was going fast downhill.
“Ooooh!” Sam had always been dominant with her. Taking charge was nothing new, and he was right they’d even played at punishment though neither of them had taken it too seriously. This though was new and hot,sohot. It wasn’t quite what she’d asked for, but it was definitely right up there with her major turn-ons. “You’re right, Sam. I definitely owe you for my behavior. You’re the boss and I need to remember that.” Her voice had taken on a breathy excited tone and she could see it had an instant effect on him. “Let me see what I can do about fixing things,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of him.
She fought to get his zipper down over the hard bulge pressing against the front of his jeans and he was forced to shift and lift his hips to make it easier for her. His erection sprang up at full-mast and she grinned. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one to get over-excited.”
“You tend to have that effect on me, Charlie. Always have and…" The words were barely more than a growl and when she leaned in and wrapped her tongue around the tip of his shaft whatever else he had to say was cut right off.
A funny thought occurred to her, as she licked him like candy, stroking and teasing until his hips were lifting off the bed in desperation. As much as she loved his dominant side, sometimes things felt too unbalanced now. With him controlling the ranch, it felt like he held all the cards and she was forced to follow along by circumstance. She’d tried to balance that by controlling when they met, and it had gone too far to one side. Then tried to fixthatby letting him be entirely in charge in the bedroom. It had become a juggling act in some ways.
But this…this she was choosing. This was her power and right now she felt oddly like she was the one in control. Not just because she was making him writhe underhertouch, but because she was the one initiating their sexy fun. Weird to have an epiphany like that while on her knees sucking his cock, but she suddenly knew that was why she’d been so set on being the one to go to him.
She was trying to address the imbalance and she hadn’t even realized it. With his hand buried in her hair, tugging hard at her ponytail to guide the motion and tempo of the blow job she felt more in control than she had since they’d broken up. She reveled in it, letting go of everything but him.
She worked him into her mouth inch-by-inch, tongue stroking the underside of his erection as she slowly swallowed him down. She wasn’t an expert at this and had always had trouble taking him so deep into her throat before. The moment of panic when she felt like she was going to gag had a tendency to make her pull back, switch to using her hands instead, but not this time.
She was determined to be a good girl and show him how much she deserved to come. Fiction always made it seem so easy to swallow down every drop and she’d felt like a bit of a failure that she’d never been able to deep-throat with ease and finish him in her mouth. She wondered if maybe after all this time she could manage; at least she could try.
Hands braced on his thighs, head bobbing, she swallowed around his tip as she rolled his sack between her fingers with gentle care. His body tensed, every muscle straining as she worked around him, drawing him right to the edge with her intense focus.
He warned her when he was just about to come and started to pull back as he had in the past, but she decided right there that shewoulddo it. Her fingers dug into his thighs, holding him there while she picked up the pace just enough to push him past the point of no return.
Dimly she heard him ask if she was sure, but she was too intent on what she was doing and then she felt the gush of salty fluid exploding into her throat. It overwhelmed her and she choked, but she forced herself through it. Instinct guided her and rapidly swallowing seemed to be the key to sucking him dry.
He collapsed back on the bed panting with a raw harsh sound as his body shook and she slowly let him slide out of her mouth. She sat back on her heels feeling incredibly pleased with herself. She was all-powerful in that moment. An amazon who had conquered a difficult task and come through the other side successfully.
The pleasure of being able to reach that goal had actually pushed aside her own needs for a short time, but everything about what she’d just done made her hotter and she knew she could hit her own climax just by a little judicious thigh squeezing and muscle rippling—and it was so very tempting but in the end she knew it wouldn’t be as satisfying.
He struggled to sit up and then finally gave up and rested on one elbow to look at her. His expression, one of dazed euphoria, said it all. “That was incredible. I think I felt my soul leave my body there at the end. Uh, when the hell did you learn to do that?” he said, when he finally got his breath back.
A slight undercurrent of jealousy might have been there. But maybe that was wishful thinking on her part; she liked the idea of him being jealous of the adventures she’d had after him. It was almost a pity there weren’t any to tease him with.
She laughed, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she scooted closer and leaned forward to rest on his knees. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He squinted at her suspiciously and her expression shifted to something resembling angelic, or at least she hoped so. With a mock growl, he grabbed her and pulled her up on the bed to sprawl across his half-clothed body. It didn’t take long for him to recover and then it was finally her turn to get what she’d been squirming for all day.
He buried his face between her thighs and used his tongue in all the best ways. Normally he’d tease her; dragging her to the edge and then easing off over and over again until she was incoherent with need. Not this time. Either she really had proven what a good girl she could be, or he felt she’d suffered enough because it was clear playtime was over.
Focusing all of his attention on her clit, he sent her flying on a dizzying spiral of pleasure that had her thrashing on the bed as she climaxed in under a minute. The over-sensitivity had her whimpering and she tried to close her thighs when he continued, but he just switched to long slow licks until it eased off and then he went right back to the source of all her pleasure.
When he brought his fingers into play her hands fisted in the sheets and pulled with such force that they came off completely on one side of the bed, and her hair was a wild mess by the time he’d pushed her through a third and fourth orgasm and it became impossible for her to form a coherent thought.
She couldn’t focus on anything but what she was feeling and although most of it was centered where his mouth and fingers worked, the ripples of sensation spread out through her body. Like a wildfire it licked across her skin leaving behind a trail of sensitivity that had little bumps cropping up all over. Everything felt stretched tight and she was dimly aware that her moans were punctuated by conflicting pleas.
“Please, stop it’s too much. Stop stop stop.” And “No, no no, don’t stop. Fuck that feels so good. I can’t…please, oh yes… yesssss.” She had just enough concentration left to know she was making no sense, but she didn’t care.
