I do as he says, gently sucking on his thumb exactly how he wants me to. As if it’s his cock. I don’t close my eyes at first. I watch him and his reaction as I do what I’m told.
A soft groan escapes his lips and he closes his eyes briefly. When he opens them, he pulls his thumb from between my lips, leaving me wanting more, and asks softly, “Would you like to please me?”
Slowly, I nod my head, my clit throbbing. “Yes,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. Maybe I’m weak, but I desperately want to please him.
“I won’t allow it,” Zander says in his deep voice. My body freezes until he adds, “Not until you’ve made yourself cum.”
I nod my head and take a step backward, the backs of my knees hitting the mattress. I haven’t touched myself in… in over a year. I wasn’t allowed.
Anxiety mixes with desire as I fall back on my bed and scoot myself back with my knees bent upward. Every move is deliberate and my eyes stay on Zander's, making sure that he’s pleased with everything.
His breathing comes in heavier as he watches me. Zander grabs my desk chair, placing it in front of the bed. His eyes never leave me as he sits down, spreading his legs out wide. I can’t help but notice the huge bulge pressing against his dark dress pants, straining to get out.
“Lift up your gown,” Zander commands, his voice heavy. Husky. “Panties off.”
I do as he says, pulling my gown all the way up to my upper stomach and push my underwear off. My fingers tremble as they push against my legs. Zander inhales sharply at the sight of me. I wait for him to touch himself, but he doesn’t. His hands stay on his thighs.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice strained.
Slowly, I run my hand down my stomach and then between my legs. Right before I touch myself, I freeze, anxiety washing over me. I’m not allowed to. I haven’t been allowed in so long. But Danny is not my Master anymore. Still, it’s hard to move forward.
I look at Zander for guidance, fear keeping me from obeying. “I haven’t…” I look up at the ceiling before I continue. “I haven’t in a long time,” I admit.
Anger flashes in Zander's eyes. “You weren’t allowed to touch yourself?”
I shake my head. “No. Or cum without… pain.”
“You have my permission and that’s all you need,” Zander says, his voice tight. “Touch yourself.”
Taking a deep breath, I place the tips of my fingers on my throbbing clit and rub a small circle against it with just a touch of pressure. Warmth flows from my belly outward, running a fire through my body all the way up to my neck. A soft moan escapes my lips as my head lolls to the side, my eyes still on Zander, my Master.
“Good girl,” Zander groans.
I slowly move my hand up and down between my folds, and the touch is so foreign to me as my fingers spread the moisture back up to my clit.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Zander says softly, the sexy tone of his deep voice causing my limbs to quiver. “You deserve this. Relax and just let go.”
Another sigh escapes my lips as I arch my back, lifting myself up with the tips of my toes, and rubbing myself in a circular motion, faster and harder.
“Yes,” Zander hisses.
His praise makes me want more. Keeping myself suspended and my back arched, the bed creaks as my ass sways, barely brushing against the bedding.
For a moment, I remember Natalie’s home and I’m scared that I might be making too much noise. The last thing I want is for her to hear, but I’m too far gone now to stop. And I don’t want to disobey him.
“Fuck,” Zander groans. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“Imagine my cock deep inside you,” Zander says, his voice filled with lust, “filling you up.”
I moan at his words, the fire raging hotter, rubbing myself faster, all the while staring into Zander’s eyes.
“I want you to cum for me,” Zander demands.
His command is my undoing. My back arches, the inferno inside of my stomach reaches a crescendo, sending shockwaves of pleasure all over my body. Wave after wave hits me and makes my neck arch, forcing me to look away from Zander. The room spins above me as waves of pleasure continue to radiate from my core and I lose all sense of time.
Zander’s standing at the foot of the bed when I come back down from my high.
“On your knees,” he commands me even as the dull ache between my legs continues to send shockwaves through me.
I instantly obey him, slipping out of the bed and onto the floor, falling to my knees at Zander’s feet. My mouth parts as my pussy pulses and a wave of pleasure spikes through me.
He grips his belt at his waist, and pulls it out with one smooth movement, letting the hiss of the leather against the silk fabric fill the room along with the sounds of our heavy breathing. Zander tosses the belt to the floor beside him, but doesn’t make a move, staring down at me expectantly.
My heart pounds as I realize he’s waiting for me. I reach up and undo the button of his expensive dress pants and tug on the zipper, pulling his slacks and his underwear down around his thighs with one soft jerk.
I’m nearly slapped in the face as his thick dick springs free. My mouth waters as I look at it swinging back and forth before wrapping my fingers around his shaft. His cock pulsates in my hand, beating in tandem with my pounding heartbeat.
“Suck,” he tells me, his voice strained as his fingers spear through my hair.
Slowly, I part my lips, allowing him entry to my mouth. I have to open as wide as I can to accommodate his size as his head gently pushes against my tongue, the sweet tang of his precum making me moan.
“Fuck,” Zander murmurs, throwing his head back.
Gripping his shaft with my right hand, I swirl my tongue around his head, teasing it, before letting him go back further in my mouth.
I rock on my heels as I hollow my cheeks and take more of him into my mouth. He feels like smooth velvet over steel as I press my lips against him. Massaging, sucking, and pleasing him the best I can.
Zander moans again, placing his hands on either side of my head, taking control. He thrusts his cock all the way into my mouth, almost causing me to gag. He pulls out quickly, stroking himself once while I catch my breath. I open wide for him and wait. My hands are on my thighs, and I keep my eyes on his.
“Good girl,” he says as he pushes himself back into my mouth. It’s difficult, but I hold back my gag reflex as he thrusts deep inside of my mouth, his thick head hitting the back of my throat. Zander’s breathing quickens as he picks up his pace, holding the back of my head firmly. My eyes sting with the need to breathe, but before it’s too much he pulls out and then does it all again. It takes all my self-control to not pull away, his huge cock triggering my gag reflex with almost every thrust. But I love it. I want him to take all the pleasure he can from me.
“I’m gonna cum,” I hear him groan above me, his breath coming in ragged pants.
His thrusts are short shallow pumps, but he remains deep in me as I feel his big dick grow impossibly hard in my mouth. One. Two. Three.
My fingernails dig into my thighs as he cums in the back of my throat. A strangled gasp escapes Zander’s lips on his final thrust.
I swallow everything, taking it all and loving how I made him come undone. When he pulls away from me, I expect him to clean himself up, to leave me where I am and make me wait for him.