Present Tense (Out of the Fire #3) - Candace Blevins Page 0,56

worked him better than anyone he could remember. Ten minutes of it, and he thought he might die if he didn’t come soon, so he congratulated her on not getting ass-fucked today, grabbed the back of her head, and proceeded to fuck her throat — hard, fast, and brutal.

They were short on time, so he didn’t take terribly long before he exploded down her throat, holding her head tight to his body while his dick jerked and pulsated deep in her tight, cool throat. He finally collapsed backwards on the bed, his arms out to the side like overcooked pasta.

“Drink from me down there. Make me come again. You don’t get an orgasm. Just blood.”

She lifted her head from his cock, and those long lashes closed down over the hazel eyes with gold flecks. She licked the spot close to where his leg met his body, not too far from his balls, and then bit all at once, like a snake. Striking. His body gave one jerk at the sharp pain, but then it was gone, his dick was hard, and he came — hard. His body seemed to be paralyzed, otherwise he’d have jerked and tossed and fought the orgasm that didn’t end. The entire time she drank from him, his balls and cock worked together to empty him, and once he was drained, it was a dry orgasm, his cock jerking and moving, his insides doing the same, and bliss saturating every nerve ending in his body.

When she finally finished, she lifted his legs, spun him around as she settled them in the bed, and then crawled under the sheet with him to hold him. “You’re okay,” she assured him. “Deep, cleansing breaths. Shall I ask Etta to send for someone to get juice?”

He’d forgotten to breathe, and when she reminded him, he filled his chest in one long shuddering inhale. It took him four or five times of doing that before he could find his voice.

“Did you drink more than blood?”

“Not directly from you, only from the room once you’d let go of it.”

“Why do I feel so weak?”

“You just had a four-minute orgasm, most of it dry. It gave me pleasure to give you what you denied me. I hadn’t expected that.”

“You weren’t denied in Australia?”

“I was, and I hated it. I never found pleasure in it before.” She traced a finger through the ridges of his ab muscles. “Etta wants to come in, to assure you I behaved.”

He pulled away, removed her nipple clamps, tossed them off the bed, and snugged her in close. “That won’t be necessary. I believe you. We can only lay here another couple of minutes. Eunice downloaded a driving game that gives and removes points based on whether you follow traffic laws — yielding and stopping and merging and such. He wants you to spend an hour on it before I take you to the office.”

“Lie here.”

“What?”

“It’s lie here. Lay here implies we’re laying eggs or something.”

Oh, fuck no. “New rule. You correct my grammar again, and I’ll cut a bar of Ivory soap in half long-ways, soak it a few minutes, and one piece goes in your mouth, the other in your ass like a plug, with part of it outside. You ever held soap in your mouth or ass for twenty minutes?”

“No, Sir.”

“From what I understand, you really don’t want to do either. Annoy me with grammar shit again and you’ll get two new experiences in one go.”

She wisely kept her mouth shut, and he sat them both up and kissed her temple. “Get ready and come upstairs as quick as you can. Remember what Eunice said about ignoring his slave. When I came downstairs, she was in uncomfortable bondage, giving him a slow blow job while he played video games. Odds are, she’ll either still be there, or will have been shifted over to give Collosa a blow job while they play. No matter what, you don’t see her. You don’t acknowledge her. She has the same instructions about you.” He sighed. “In the past, when two females have these instructions, if one acknowledges the other, he makes the one who got noticed do something horrible to the one who broke the rule. So if you don’t want her having to pee in your mouth, or push needles through your nipples, don’t give her your attention.”

When Kelsey went into the living room, she had to work not to stare at Collosa taking the slave in the ass.