If I had my way, and I desperately hoped we were aiming for a contract, I would soon have it in writing that she would never be allowed to shave her pussy bare. Because I always wanted to see this.
Leaning forward, I ran my tongue up the hair, from clit to panty line. The rough texture did not turn me off as it normally would have. Perhaps because a part of me felt like I was getting my first true taste ofher.
Her breath hitched, but she did not jingle the bells at her wrists and ankles. Taking my left hand, I split the lips of her cunt, revealing her soaked opening and engorged clit. She was as turned on as I was. Bringing my left thumb to her clit, I started rubbing it slowly.
Her eyes fluttered closed behind the black feathered mask.
“Eyes on me, Little Owl.”
She jumped, as if she hadn’t realized she’d closed her lids—and her left wrist jingled.
I chuckled. “That’s one, Little Owl.” Ducking my head down, I licked up her slit. “Are you going to make it two?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
I cracked a smile, one I knew women had referred to as ‘devilish’ in the past. Mainly because I had every intention of making her jingle those bells. Iwantedthis to work, for her to know that ropes and chains and fancy devices were not the only way to bind a person. I wanted to explore this avenue with her.
But I also had every intention of seeing her ass bright red by the end of the night. She would learn control, but until then, I would gladly discipline her.
My eager mouth dove into her sopping folds. Her sweet cocktail of juices and sweat was heady. I’d eaten a lot of cunts, but there was something about hers that had me nearly moaning like a virgin getting his first taste. I wanted more. I wanted everything this woman could give me and then some.
Her clit was swollen and begging for attention that I gladly gave. I was after her orgasms, wanted her bucking and screaming against me.
Her voice came out as a breathless whimper. “Oh fuck,Sir!”
Her hips started to move, and I continued my buffet while simultaneously listening for that jingle. But she caught herself in time. I could practically feel the tension in her joints, locking her into place.
My nose rubbed against the landing strip on her mound as I fervently teased and lashed against her sensitive bud. If there was a Heaven, I was fairly certain I had found it. In my head, I was already planning various positions in which I could use Master David’s idea to keep her secure while spending hours upon hours devouring her pussy with my mouth.
Edging was not generally one of my favorite activities. I liked to draw things out, to tease, but not bringing someone to the brink only to back off at the last second. I preferred multiple orgasms. To make the woman I was with reach unbelievable heights by compounding pleasure with pleasure.
But I could see it with my little owl. Bringing her right up to the precipice, but not letting her fall until she gave me what I wanted. The possibilities, thepleasures, were endless.
That thought should have had me running from the room. I wasnota relationship sort of man, had never been so attached to a woman that I’d become obsessed.
Instead, I dove deeper, moving lower. She moaned, and I knew right then that gagging would be rare with my little owl. Iwantedher noises.
“Sir! Oh, God! Sir! Yes, please!” The litany of her cries and her words spurred me on.
And then I heard it—the jingle.
I froze, lifting my head enough to see up the length of her body. Eyes wide with near horror at her actions, her right hand was halfway towards my head, like she’d been reaching for my hair.
I nipped at her clit, making her jump. “Naughty, naughty, Little Owl. That’s at least two more.”
Her chin quivered as she lifted her hand back up above her head. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I don’t know what happened.” Disappointment radiated off of her.
I blew on her pulsing bud to gain her attention. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the unshed tears beneath her mask. “I’m not stopping, pet.” I turned my head to lick up the juices from her inner right thigh. “In fact, I am going to make you cum all over my face.” I turned, licking her other thigh. “Then I’m going to fuck you.” I took her clit between my fingers and pinched. Her hips bucked, but her ankles did not jingle. “ThenI’ll discipline you.” I rolled her bud between my thumb and forefinger. “Unless you safe word, I’m not stopping. Do you wish to safe word?”
She swallowed hard, but shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“Good.” I released her clit, lowering my head again. “Just keep in mind, you’re already up to fifteen paddles. Let’s see if we can make it an even twenty.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Holly
I was still screamingas he lifted me into the air, my body wildly shaking from not one, but two orgasms. Delivered almost simultaneously from his wicked tongue. I had lost count how many times the bells on my wrists and ankles had jingled.
