Dragging his balls from my mouth, he leaned back and smeared precum across my lips. I parted my lips, letting my tongue slide around the head. Even his cock tasted smoky to me, matching his scent.
“Good, doll. You want me to fuck your throat, don’t you?”
“Yes, please.”
He smacked his cock against my cheek and I groaned. “Is that how you ask?”
“Please, Sir.”
Instead of showering me with praise, he rewarded me with his cock in my mouth. Ambrose wasn’t gentle with me, and I didn’t want him to be. He fucked my mouth in a way that had me coughing and choking on him.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I squirmed but was utterly helpless to touch myself. His body blocked my arms from reaching my pussy, so I clutched his thighs.
“There we go,” he groaned above me. He slid my hair between his fingers before using a tight grip to pin my head down to the bed. “My perfect fuck doll. Relax your throat and let me come down it.”
The urge to do as I was told was immense. I did what I could, and he knew what I could handle. When I gagged, he pulled back, only to press back in a second later. By the time he’d worked his cock down my throat, his knot pressing against my lips, my pussy was dripping arousal down onto the bed.
“One more time,” he promised as I gasped for air. “You can do it.”
I nodded shakily. There was no part of me that was even considering saying no to him.
His cock spread my lips again and he pressed in until my throat flexed around it. He fisted his knot and groaned, barely pulling out before he was coming. I swallowed him down as my eyes fluttered shut, back arching. My body wordlessly begged for more of him.
When he moved away, I whined, reaching out only to have him bat my hand away. “Your turn, doll.”
My legs fell apart when he moved between them, ripping my panties off me in one motion. He growled, his chest vibrating as the sound sent tingles through my entire body. One finger swiped across me, gathering my wetness so he could suck it into his mouth.
I fought the urge to wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. It would only make him deny me. Usually I had ropes burning my flesh and preventing me from doing it. Resisting without being forced was difficult.
“Always so wet for me. Do you want to come?”
My head bobbed. I ran my hands down my torso and across the lacy fabric of my bra. I had to find something to do with them—otherwise I’d end up with a demanding grip in his hair. Demanding didn’t work. He didn’t listen.
“Words,” he barked.
“I want to come, Sir.”
“How do you want to come?”
He leaned down, hot breath washing over my pulsing pussy. My thighs clenched as I moaned, threatening to jolt up and wrap around him.
“Hold me down,” I said. “Keep me still and make me come with your tongue please, Sir.”
Ambrose smirked up at me, pressing his hands into my thighs to pin them to the mattress. “Does my doll miss her restraints?”
I flushed, a flash of shame rolling through me at how desperately I needed the restraints to truly let go. He responded immediately, kissing my clit softly.
“You’ve got a tie somewhere, don’t you?” he asked.
“In the walk-in closet.”
The air from his movement brushed my naked skin. He was gone and back before I could really feel his loss. Silky fabric circled my wrists, pinning them together as he tied a knot. When I tried to pull them apart there was no give and my body slumped into the bed in relief.
“There we go, doll. That’s better, yeah?”
His voice soothed me, and he pressed my thighs into the mattress again. Having less range of movement made me sink further into that fuzzy space where my brain turned off and I just existed. Where I could be Ambrose’s doll without worries.
“Yes, Sir,” I said breathily.
