Page 94 of Sunrise

“Two.”

Crack!

He lets out the best moan I’ve ever heard. “Three.”

Crack!

He gasps. “Four.”

Crack!

“Five,” he sighs, sounding grateful and relieved at the same time. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You did so well for me.” Sophie’s voice is sultry and calm. “What color are you, Alex?”

Hearing her use his real name worries me. I want to look at him and can’t.

“I’m… green.”

I don’t believe him, so I check on him myself. If it gets me in trouble, so be it. Vault’s flushed but wears a lopsided smirk, which is good. I slip back into my default position again, with a drunk smile on my face. I can still taste him on my tongue. Feel the heat of his dick in my mouth. The fullness and length. I need to learn how to deep-throat.

“You like pleasing your Mistress, don’t you?”

“Yes,” we both say in unison.

She sits on a black leather sex bench that has several built-in cuffs and anchoring points. “Do you want to please me some more?”

“Yes,” we echo.

“Crawl to me, pup.”

I close the distance and wait at her feet. I think I’d eat broken glass if she asked me to. I don’t know why I get like this, but making someone happy is a potentially damning drug in its own special category. There’s probably nothing I wouldn’t do to make the two people in this room happy with me.

“Unzip my dress.”

I slowly tug the heavy metal zipper down, freeing her tits, belly, and finally her hips and the rest. Latex is wild. Bet the cool air feels good on her heated skin. There are black pasties covering her nipples and she’s got on a G-string that barely covers her pussy.

She spreads her thighs. “Lick me.”

Instead of going for her pussy, I drag my tongue along her inner thigh. She sucks in a little surprised breath and giggles.

“Does that feel good, Mistress?”

“Yes.” She threads her hand in my hair and guides me where she wants. “But licking my pussy would feel even better.” Sophie hooks her finger around her G-string and pulls it to the side, offering me a taste of heaven.

I eat her cunt like it’s a delicacy no other meal can compare to. She lays flat on her back, keeping her legs spread obscenely wide for me, while I take my time and enjoy it. Moaning, she writhes on the sex bench, her fingers still tangled in my hair. Her hips lift, pressing her sex against my mouth. “That’s it, pup, keep going.”

Tongue-fucking this woman is always a thrill.

“Make me come, Knox.”

This isn’t something I’m rushing. If she wants to come, she’ll be doing it on my time. I’m drawing this out. Our girl should always be savored. Listening to her noises and noting the way her body moves and changes rhythm, I edge her. I love playing with this woman. She allows me freedom to enjoy what I like while keeping me in check. Turning my brain off, I only focus on her pleasure, which always heightens my own.

“Mmph.” She undulates with the beat of the music, sinking deeper into the pleasure I bring her. I’m only using my mouth. The fact that it’s enough to make her cry out has me feeling like a god. Sucking her clit, I stop playing around and get down to business, hitting the speed and pressure I know she needs to blast off.

Our girl roars with her orgasm. Thighs shaking, she holds my head and fucks my face until every drop of pleasure is wrung from her. She collapses on the bench and lets go of my head. Like the greedy motherfucker I am, I shove my face between her thighs and smear her cum all over my mouth, cheeks, chin and nose. Then I pull back with pride and lick my lips.

“Does that please you, Mistress?” Vault asks from behind me.

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