haven’t left me since he gave me the paddle, and I feel it. I feel his gaze on me, the way he’s watching, and how bad I want to please him. And how something about his posture and expression changes as I land the paddle on her upper thighs and bright red ass.
The other thing I’m aware of is I fucking love this.
All too soon, the twelve smacks are up. When it was Ellis’s turn at bat, I almost wanted him to stop, afraid he would really hurt her, but when it was my turn, I didn’t want it to end. The more she cried, the more excited I got. I mean, I don’t really want to hurt the girl; it’s not about that. It’s about giving her the punishment she wants.
I’m almost disappointed when he begins to untie her wrists, but he’s not done with her yet. As Lilac relaxes from the binding against the bedposts, there are tears streaming down her face, but she still doesn’t fight or argue. Not even when he fists her hair and practically drags her over to me.
She’s on the bed in front of me on all fours when he says, “He’s already so hard and ready for you, Lilac. Take out his dick and suck on it.”
“Yes, sir,” she says with a residual shake in her voice.
My lips part and I watch as she does what he tells her, and when her soft lips wrap around my cock, I let out a groan.
Then, I make a big mistake. I look up. With her on my cock, pleasure painted across my face and in my eyes, I stare at him. And he stares back.
We look at each other too long. Too fucking long. The only time he breaks the eye contact is when he goes to the drawer to get two condoms, removing his pants and slipping one on. Even when he slips into her from behind, he’s looking at me.
And yeah, it’s with my eyes on his face, those sharp cheekbones and abyss-like dark brown eyes, when I feel my balls tightening, ready to come.
“Lilac, stop,” he barks, and just like that she pulls her mouth off of me, leaving my body on edge, not quite over the precipice, but dangling there. “You’re such a good girl, but we don’t want him coming yet.” She bites her lip, no longer crying but now wearing a mischievous smile. Then her hands reach out and wrap around my balls, pulling down and forcing a moan from my lips.
I’m still panting when she releases me and he yanks her up, flush to his body. With his mouth next to her ear, he whispers in a husky voice, “How did his cock taste?”
And I swear if he didn’t want me to come, that was not the thing to say because my now my body is confused as fuck.
“It tasted good, sir,” she replies. “Do you want me to bring him over here so you can try it?”
I get tunnel vision, but I try to hide how fucked out of my brain I am right now, and it’s not because I’m scared of him sucking my dick. It’s how scared I am by how much I want him to. The thought of his lips—
“I don’t think Nash is ready for that,” he replies, smiling at me as he kisses her cheek. Suddenly, I’m the odd man out again, and it makes me irritable and defensive. I don’t like when people speak for me or dismiss what I do or do not want. That’s the only reason I blurt out, “I’m ready for whatever you got. You want a taste, then come get a fucking taste.”
His fire-hot stare blazes into me as he taps her hips and barks, “On the floor, Lilac.” She crawls away from him, climbing down to the floor to kneel at my feet. Then, I watch him as he walks around the bed, meeting me toe-to-toe. Did I say too much? Maybe Ellis isn’t into sucking dick and I just fucking insulted him? Although that’s not what my gut is telling me here. My gut is telling me I just invited Ellis Prior to suck my cock and that is exactly what he’s about to do.
Without a word, he kneels on the floor next to Lilac, both of them staring up as he takes her by the hair again and presses her toward me. She swallows my length without hesitation.