“I’ll allow it.” Moving his hand down my face, he cups my chin once more. “But first, I’d like to sample your sincerity. You are sincere, aren’t you?”
Not in the slightest.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Sincere enough to kiss me?”
My lips tingle, but not because I want him. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His thumb caresses my lips again, and he smiles.
It’s okay to be a little excited. I tell myself that, too. What could be more normal or natural than the tingles and jitters of having a man this good-looking studying my mouth? I’ve only experienced this once, from my friend, James. The soft brush of his lips had been innocent and exploratory, and he’d been beaten for his trouble, nearly killed. This would not end like that.
Right?
I raise myself up as far as I can, bound as I was. Lifting my head, I fully expect him to lean over and do it. Kiss me. Let me feel the caress of his mouth on mine so I’d finally know for sure what it was like. Curiosity satisfied, I’ll be able to harden myself to him and concentrate on getting away.
A shopping trip to get me out of the house… a car to help me run… money of my own to fund it…
I lick my lips and tell myself the tremble inside me is nothing more than being this close to getting away. It has nothing to do with the sheer anticipation of watching and waiting for him to bring his smiling, handsome lips to mine.
Except he doesn’t. He stands and climbs on the bed one slow knee at a time. He takes his time, positioning himself in front of me, bringing his hips even with my face, and gathers my hair in his hand, holding it out of the way.
I’m not stupid. I know exactly what he wants, even before his free hand drops to his belt. He unfastens it slowly, unzips his pants, releasing his cock. Hard. Thick. A tiny drop of fluid wells from the tip in front of my startled eyes, and God help me, my mouth waters from my curiosity and drive to taste it.
He pushes both his pants and underwear off his hips. My pussy knows what to do, even if the rest of me balks.
“Well, Princess?” His teasing smugness is every bit as evident in his smile as the teardrop of precum trickling down the mushroom head of his cock. “What are you waiting for? Let’s have that enthusiastic kiss.”
Chapter 8
Viktor
My balls have never been tighter. My heart is pounding, the beat of my pulse thumping in the base of my cock, amplifying my excitement until it’s all I can do not to grab her by the hair and force her mouth onto my cock.
A kiss. She’s not that innocent. She knows what I really want. She has to. This isn’t the dark ages. Nobody makes it to twenty-anything without knowing blowjobs are a thing, especially not in Vegas. Sheltered or not, I’m sure she walked in on someone blowing her father at least once. But has she done it? No, and it’s every bit as obvious as the fact she wants to. Only sheer will keeps the twitch out of my hips when she licks her lips.
When she exhales, the subtle caress of her heated breath moves over the head of my cock. My shoulders tense, so do my hands, but I hold her gently, the tip of my rock-hard shaft just inches from her lips. She’s trying to figure out how to start, and I’m wondering how I’ll get through this without clamping my hand on the back of her neck to choke her on Daddy’s ready cock.
Anticipation sparks up my back and down into my hands when she finally opens her mouth. It takes every ounce of will I possess to hold myself steady as she touches the tip of her tongue to the head, following the trail of the single drop of precum trickling down my shaft. She licks her lips again, and my exhale is damn near a growl as she opens as wide as she can before stretching to take me into the blessed heat of her mouth.
There are two kinds of women in my experience—those who enjoy giving head and those who don’t. Forget about giving good head. That can be taught, but a woman who hates it will never be other than a limp sheath waiting for it to be over. Clara likes it. Everything she does betrays how much as she alternates between licking me like an ice cream cone and trying to get me into her mouth to suck. The cuffs on her wrists rattle each time she forgets she’s bound and tries to reach for me. She gags when she accidentally takes too much, and again, the bull in me aches to respond to that flag.
I’ve had pros who haven’t given me half as much enjoyment as the fumbling bob of her head.
“Mind your teeth,” I caution, and she immediately widens her jaw as she strains to get me all the way into the back of her throat again. It trips her gag reflex each time, forcing her to back off again while she gasps and swallows, but I don’t have to say a word before she’s back on me. The rasp of her tongue as she licks, flicks, and teases the head of my cock before locking her lips to suck me like a piece of candy soon has me swaying. My head falls back on my shoulders as I allow myself a moment to enjoy this completely unguarded.
She hums, and the soft sound buzzes straight through every nerve in my shaft. I drop my stare from the ceiling back to her. She’s enjoying this. She just made me moan, and she loves it. She thinks it gives her power over me.
My hand tightens into a fist in her hair. I like her enthusiasm, I like that she feels empowered, but if she thinks she’ll ever control me through my cock, she can think again.
“Relax your jaw,” I order, inching closer to help steady my knees. “Bite, and you won’t sit for a week. That’s a promise you can take to the bank, sweetheart.”
She tries to pull her head out of my grip, but I have her by the hair at her scalp, and she’s not going anywhere. Her smug confidence of just a moment ago was damn near a pout. She even closes her mouth when I grip the base of my cock to guide it back to her lips.
“Open for Daddy,” I order, tightening my grip in her hair. I’ve given her what is probably the first real taste she’s had of power over anything, and she doesn’t try to hide her resentment when it’s taken away.
