Page 53 of Surrender

"Can you teach me?" the softest, sweetest, most precious voice in the world asks me. In the quiet of my home office, it sounds sacred.

I clear my throat and re-open my eyes. I hadn't realized I'd closed them, but my entire existence had reduced down to where my Serenity was touching me.

And it's in this moment I realize I would do anything for this girl, this woman. Money? Vacations? Ten college degrees? A penthouse? A kid or two?

A shiver works its way down my spine as the severity of my feelings for her hits me.

I shake my head, clearing away my thoughts and focusing on the angel kneeling sweetly beneath me. Unaffected dom mask back on, I lower my voice.

"Lick the tip."

And she does.

"Take me in your mouth."

And she does.

I flex my thighs to slow down the torrent of lust rushing through me. It's been months since I've gotten off with a woman and I'm dangerously close to blowing quickly. I tilt my head to the ceiling and blow out a long, tormented breath.

And then I make the mistake of looking back down at her. Her earnest blue eyes, eager for praise, eager to please have my balls tightening.

"Stop!"

This time she doesn't flinch, but she does back up, dropping me from her mouth. My chest is heaving. I'm still right on the edge of coming, but she wants to learn. This is for her. It would be so easy to get off on her warm, wet mouth and her eager submission, but that's not what she needs.

After I'm certain I won't blow and the need to come recedes, I continue our scene.

"Take just the tip in your mouth."

And she does.

"Swirl your tongue around it."

And she does.

"Fuck," I grunt out as her tongue flicks the underside of the head. "Do that again." My dom voice is slipping into something that sounds more like begging than dominating.

My girl must know I'm lost to this because she sucks on the tip and brings her hand to my shaft before I can tell her to. Strictly speaking in the sub scene, she's not supposed to initiate anything, but that's where everything is always blurred between us. She's not my sub, but she wants to learn how to sub.

The idea that I'm teaching her to submit to someone other than me has my hands reaching to the back of her head roughly and has my hips thrusting into her mouth.

I don't mean to be rough with her, but unfettered possession has my caveman wanting to mark every inch of her throat with my cock until it's memorized every vein.

Me. Only me.

She chokes a little but doesn't back out for air or tap me or struggle. She doubles down and tries to take me further, working her tongue and throat through her gag reflex.

I have half a thought about teaching her afterwards not to initiate without being told during a scene. I have half a thought about making her mine, and it's that thought that finally sends me over the edge.

I know it's an asshole move to come without warning her. But my need to make her mine, make sure her body remembers mine, and craves only mine, is overriding any sense of propriety I might have had.

I come with rough jerks of my hips and a long, low groan. I release the death grip I have on the back of her head and soothe her hair back down.

She gently backs off of my deflating cock, sits back on her heels and then does the absolutely last thing I expected of her.

She opens her mouth, sticks her tongue out, and shows me the cum she's collected on her tongue.

I know cum play was on her list but fuck, I didn't think we were doing that now.

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