Page 13 of Coming Home

A slow smile tugged at his lips as he set the paper aside. When his nimble fingers began working the buckle of his belt open, she nearly moaned.

“Are you sorry, baby? Or are you just sorry I came home early?” He didn’t take the belt off, and she wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

He reached into the shower and turned the water off before gripping her by the elbow and leading her out of the massive enclosure.

When she stood on the cushiony bathmat, he fisted a hand in her wet tangled hair and brought her to her knees.

“I think you can follow the rest of my instructions from here just as well as the front door,” he said as his cock sprang free.

“Yes, Master,” she said, opening her mouth wide, eager to taste him.

His cock was pulsing and hard on her tongue as he slid himself inside.

“Hands behind your back,” he chided when she gripped his thigh.

With a whimper, her hands flew behind her back.

His shiny dress shoe pried her legs further apart, and she gasped around his cock when the toe of the footwear grazed her clit.

“You’re a greedy little slut tonight aren’t you?” he said, one hand still in her hair.

When she nodded frantically, he grinned and applied more pressure when his shoe. “Get yourself off with my shoe while I get myself off with your mouth then,” he commanded.

She moaned as she ground herself against his leather clad foot. Her clit was so swollen, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she exploded against him. She couldn’t wait for him to come undone in her mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned as she ground her soaking wet cunt against his leather dress shoe.

The expensive fabric of his dress slacks grazed against one nipple and she gasped around his cock as the sensation sent shock waves through her. She shifted her arms so her shoulders were back, causing her nipples to brush against his pants again.

“Such a dirty little sub,” he said on a groan as she let him sink into her throat. She sucked him enthusiastically as she continued to stimulate herself against his foot.

“God, Emily,” he bit out as she felt his balls tighten against her chin. “I’ve been a complete moron.”

Her eyes widened and the flames of her arousal tamed for a moment as he fisted the base of her cock.

“I’m so wrapped up in work that I’ve been neglecting you. Your hot little mouth should be around my cock like this every day.”

He shoved into her mouth again and tightened his grasp on her hair. “I didn’t tell you to stop grinding your cunt against me. I want to see you come, baby.”

When she realized she’d stopped moving, she shifted again until she was in the right spot to put friction on her clit and began rocking against him much more. Her need roared to life again, and she cried out as the orgasm tore through her mere seconds later.

He exploded against her tongue and she gulped to swallow the thick jets of semen coating her mouth and throat.

His head was raised to the ceiling as he held her against him for a few seconds after he finished.

She whimpered as he pulled away from her. The feeling of being disconnected from him almost instant.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at her.

“Do you need more?”

His tone told her he wasn’t asking if she needed another orgasm, but if she needed more of his dominance.

“Yes, please,” she whispered, her blue eyes wide as she met his intense gaze.

He pulled his shoe from between her thighs and pointed at it. “You made a mess on my shoe. Clean it off.”

His hand twisted in her hair and pushed down.

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