“Please suck me properly. Even just the tip, but please. I need it.”
His begging was more satisfying than I’d even been hoping for, and I ignored the gush between my legs when I dove on his length. With how thick he was, it took me time to work down the first few centimetres, getting his cock wet with my spit. I hit my gag reflex shamefully early, but I’d never been especially skilled at blowjobs, as much as I enjoyed giving them.
Kirin didn’t care one bit that I could hardly get a quarter of his cock in my mouth. He was a mess of moans and whimpers and sobs, sounds getting louder every time I squeezed or pulled at his balls. I sucked him for a bit, milking the moans from him, and then pulled off to lick down the side. Pausing, I paid special attention to the base, dipping down to his balls occasionally to suck one into my mouth.
Just when I thought I’d teased him enough, his hand wound through my short hair, softly cupping the back of my head. “Can you bite my cock? Please?” he asked.
I looked up at him with wide eyes, noting his lack of eye contact. His cheeks were dark again with a blush, and he looked nervous. Very nervous. “How hard do you want me to bite it?” I asked quietly.
“Hard enough to make little indents.”
My body shivered. These men liked their pain. If anyone bit my clit, I would start crying, and here Kirin was practically begging me to hurt him. Waylon had done the same, only asking for a different kind of hurt. I didn’t know if I could do it. Biting felt mean and unnatural, something I’d worked hard to avoid doing at all costs with everyone I’d been with up to now.
“If you’re going to be holding my head while I’m doing this, you need to promise not to pull my head back. Don’t grab my hair roughly.”
Being comfortable with him was one thing; not panicking if he manhandled me was entirely another. “I promise,” he said, nodding more than once. “If I want you to stop, I’ll use a safeword. I usually go with a fruit. Kiwi?”
“If we’re using a safeword, what happens if you tell me to stop without bringing out the safeword?”
His thumb stroked the back of my neck and he was back to avoiding eye contact.Oh.What the fuck had I gotten myself into by fooling around with these men? I hadn’t thought we’d be having vanilla sex, or anything, but this was intense. And I loved it.
“You want me to keep going when you tell me to stop, don’t you? Kirin? Does it get you off, knowing that a tiny woman less than half your size has total control over you? That I can hurt you when I want, and you can’t tell me no?”
Kirin’s entire body shivered, his cock leaking. I used my hand to stroke him, before pinching his foreskin between my nails. Not hard, but enough for him to feel it. His groan was the loudest yet.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, it turns me on more than anything.”
“So when you tell me to stop, you want me to…”
“Keep going. Fuck, always keep going.”
“And when you really want me to stop, what are you going to say?”
“Kiwi.”
“Good boy.”
I released him and leaned forward again, teasing my lips against the tip of his cock. It twitched and throbbed, wet mess glistening on his hard abs. We’d make him messier yet. I couldn’t wait.
Sucking the tip of his cock into my mouth I gave a few hard sucks, sticking with it long enough he was probably wondering if the conversation had been for nothing. Then, I bit down, pressing my teeth into his skin. He whimpered, but didn’t pull back, so I sank them in a little more harshly.
His body jerked away, fingers tensing in my hair but not grabbing.
I pulled off and ran my tongue around him, tracing the little marks, fading with every passing second. He relaxed again, his body not worried about the pain for the moment, and I sucked hard on one side of his cock. I kept sucking until I pulled back and the skin was extra red, close to being a lovebite. Moving to the other side, I closed my lips around him and bit down. He tried to shy away, but I followed his movements. Would he enjoy being tied up? I didn’t need to ask that question. The answer was yes.
I was about to let go and move on when he spoke. “Stop,” he pleaded, his eyes glistening. “It hurts. Stop, please.”
Fuck. I almost did. I’d been overestimating my ability to be mean when I’d agreed to do this. How was I supposed to say no when he looked seconds away from shedding tears? But I pushed through the instinct to stop what I was doing and held on for a few seconds longer. When I released he sighed in relief, but I followed up by sinking my teeth beside where I’d held on before.
He cried out.
“Fuck, no, it hurts. Let go of me.”
Every inch of his body was clenched except for the hand in my hair. There was tension in his fingers, but he cradled me so, so gently.
I released him, but my fingers travelled down to tug at one of his balls. He hissed when I pulled the sac tighter than I had before. “Are you complaining?” I asked. “If you’re complaining, I can bite your balls next.”
