Page 61 of Harmless
He rolled up and swung his feet down to the floor in an instant, bound hands resting atop his head again. I knelt between his legs, coming face-to-face with his heavy, straining cock.
This was where the submissive and dominant sides of me truly overlapped. I loved this, being on my knees before a powerful man to please him with my mouth. I also loved that I was giving my sweet Santos his well-earned release after he’d been such a good boy for me.
My lips slid over his head, tongue pressing along his length as I drew him in. He was coated in my wetness, my own tangy, musky taste filling me with a different kind of pleasure. No other woman would soak his cock ever again.
I formed a seal with my lips as I drew back, eyes lifted to watch the tortured pleasure play out on his face. His mouth was parted on panting breaths, chest rising and falling with exertion.
“Please don’t stop. Please…fuck, I’m so close.”
To reward his sweet begging, I brought a hand up to massage his heavy balls. They were drawn up tight against his body, his cock like iron wrapped in velvety skin.
I got to enjoy only three, four, five more sucks of him before he couldn’t hold back anymore. He swelled and spilled his release down my throat, just as I’d told him to. Again and again, he gave me mouthfuls of hot, salty cum, his orgasm long and drawn-out as I held him on my tongue, my hand continuing to massage his balls until the last of it was wrung out of him.
Santos collapsed back on the bed when finished, the harsh breaths from his chest the only sounds he made. I climbed up next to him, grinning like a cat that swallowed a whole jar of cream as I plucked the knots holding his wrists together.
The moment he was free, his arms came around me, holding me to his chest and cupping my face as he kissed me with such a deep, overwhelming passion that I felt tears prick at my eyes.
“Was that okay?” My hand flew to his wrist, feeling the indent in his skin made by the shoestring. “Does it hurt? I should really learn how to tie sex-safe knots.”
“Okay?” Santos sounded incredulous, pulling away to look at me like I was crazy. “I have never in my life enjoyed sex so much.”
I blinked at him. “Really?”
“Fuck yeah, really.” Hauling me up in his arms, he moved us around until we were lying on the pillows, facing each other on our sides. “Your domme side is just what my sub side has been craving for years.” He kissed me again, warm and tender with his thumb brushing back and forth over my cheekbone. “Thank you for trying this with me. I know it’s not typical bedroom roles.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead before pulling back to look me in the eyes. “What did you think?”
“I really enjoyed it too,” I whispered. “It’s such a fine balance. I tried to give you what you needed without being cruel. Mostly I’m just floored by your trust. Being your domme is so…humbling. I was nervous about taking it too far, that’s why I asked so many questions. I just want to do right by you, always.”
“You’re a natural.” Santos traced my cheekbone and jaw. “And it’s good to ask questions and be careful, that’s a domme worthy of trust. So many people get off on the power trip. They say they’re dominant as an excuse to be an abusive piece of shit.”
“I never want that.” My hand slid up his chest, resting over his heart.
“I know.” He kissed the bridge of my nose before pulling back again, grinning. “You can push me even further next time.”
“Hmm, I’ll have to think about how.” I drummed my fingers on his skin. “No violence or humiliation, right?”
“Yeah, pretty much. I like sensory deprivation. Being tied or blindfolded are my favorites. I loved when you made me kneel and every time you barked orders at me. Fuck, that’s so hot.”
I leaned into the crook of his neck, laughing lightly. “I almost took pity on you and untied you early.”
“Nah, being tied up is great. You know why?”
“Hmm?” I placed a kiss on his neck.
Santos’ hands moved over me with slow, intentional movement. Running up the back of my thigh to cup my ass, palming my waist before moving around in front to run up my belly and roll over my breasts. His hand went around my nape and drew me in for another one of those breath-stealing, electrifying kisses. When he eventually broke away, his lips hovered over mine as he answered.
“Because it makes touching you now so much better.”
21
TORRANCE
Rori and Santos came down from the bedroom in the middle of the afternoon, both of them looking blissed out and well-fucked. People’s heads turned and conversations stopped as they walked past, hands intertwined, but neither of them looked like they were on a walk of shame. It was more a walk offuck yeah suckers, we got laid good.
I was in the kitchen, shooting the shit with Carter and LJ. Paige and the Hunter were hanging out too, and it was hard to not laugh at Paige’s eyes bugging out as Rori untangled herself from Santos and came over to me.
“Hi.” Rori’s arms went around my neck, her smile hidden but smug as she leaned up for a kiss.
“Hey, creep.” I let my hands rest on the small of her back, lowering to give her the kiss she wanted. “Have fun?” I whispered against her lips.
