Page 44 of Pandora's Pleasure
This time, I slid down onto my knees on the floor of the car and leaned in between her thighs. “Make no mistake,” I said fiercely. “This is not me bowing before you. This is me giving you what you deserve. Am I making myself clear?”
A subtle nod.
I planted kisses up and along her left thigh and when I almost reached her pussy, I moved my attention to her other knee, causing her entrance to pucker in a rhythm of want.
“Play with your nipples.”
She placed her fingertips at her breasts and tweaked the buds just like I had, mimicking the way I’d teased her.
“Harder,” I demanded.
She obeyed my command like a well-trained bottom, twiddling her areola with verve.
“Continue like that,” I demanded.
Her clit swelled at its tip at the first touch of my tongue. I thrummed it delicately at first, and then more insistently before dipping into her entrance just enough to make her gasp.
God,she’d be tight when I entered her, sheathing my erection like a vice, hungry and needy, with her selfish cunt clinging to my full length. I’d be balls deep soon and thrusting if I didn’t slow this down.
I lavished her pussy until her breath hitched and she neared the edge over my feasting. I tasted her sweet juices, devouring and plundering every crevice; savoring what was mine.
I peered up at her. “Tweak your nipples to the same rhythm as my tongue, understand?”
She gave a nod and her eyelids became heavy; dark lashes flickering, her jaw slack as she followed my command and played with her nipples to the same beat as my flicking tongue. Swirling in a circle as wide as it was slow, I could feel her clit swell and harden, its response pleasing.
This was my privilege, to perform cunnilingus as many times a day as I desired, wherever we were, in any setting.
Beneath my touch she came alive, rocking her pelvis. My hand reached down and felt her toes, delighted to find they were curling—proving she was close to coming.
I continued to lick her clit as my hands reached up and nudged hers away from her breasts, taking over playing with her tits. I wanted her to relax so she could savor her climax as the luxurious gift it was.
I devoured her sex as only an obsessed master can.
Her body stiffened as an intense trembling stretched all the way through her body. She climaxed long and hard, her deep-throated groaning revealing her pussy was truly possessed by me.
Her cries became panicked at the intensity of her never-ending orgasm.
My mouth let her down slowly, lapping at her until she was seemingly boneless and breathless. She slid down the seat a little, dazed and gasping for air.
She looked over at me, unable to hide the pleasure she’d enjoyed, her blue eyes bright and her smile dreamlike.
I pushed myself up.
Subs deserved after-care no matter the treatment, but Pandora hadn’t earned the right to wear the necklace.
I sensed that much was true.
It had been the way she’d followed my every move as though seeing it for the first time. She’d been mesmerized by each shift in movement, each lap or kiss, and each suckle.
Grabbing my necktie from where it lay on the seat, I weaved it around my shirt collar until it hung from my neck and then twisted it into neatness.
With that done, I eased her breasts back into the cups of her bra and pulled down her gown, ensuring her hem was over her legs to hide what I’d done to her.
All in silence.
All done with the precision of a master who was merely warming up.
With a push of a button on the console, I lowered the glass divider exposing us to the driver once more. He glanced in the rearview mirror to check on us and then turned his focus back to the road.
