Page 46 of Objection
“Eyes on me, Posey. Never, ever doubt your beauty. Your body is beyond stunning. Every curve, every freckle, every scar, every stretch mark. What makes it even more beautiful is the way your body reacts to mine. Never doubt yourself, especially here. Here, you are valued and cherished. Never doubt it,” I explained. I wasn’t trying to be brash with her, but there was no room for that kind of self-doubt here. She was incredible, and I needed her to feel completely comfortable in order to give herself fully over to my dominance.
She mulled my words over and I gave her the time to do so. This was important.
“Yes, Sir,” she finally answered with a smile. Good.
“Tonight, I want to give you something to help secure that headspace you had last time.” I pulled the simple black collar from my back pocket. It wasn’t anything fancy, just black leather with a silver buckle at the back and a silver ring on the front.
Her eyes widened as I opened it, holding it out for her to touch.
“Do you wish to wear this play collar for the duration of our play today, Posey?” I asked genuinely. She nodded so quickly; I was afraid she’d get whiplash.
“Very well, little one, head down,” I instructed, placing the leather around her neck and clasping it at the back. “Is that comfortable?”
She moved her head around and then nodded. She found her kneeling position again, her back straightening. But this time, her eyelids looked almost heavy. She was already falling into her submission. Like a seasoned pro.
“Tonight, I want to feel you. I want to get to know you a little better.” I unfastened the button of my jeans as I spoke, her eyes lifting up to watch. “Yes, eyes right here, little one. Right here on me.”
I unzipped the fly and opened my jeans enough to show that I wore no boxers beneath. I pulled my hard length from the confines of my pants and stroked myself slowly. The tip of my cock was inches from her mouth, her eyes locked on my motions.
And then she licked her lips.
Christ!
“I want you to show me how you feel, baby. You must stay kneeling, but you may touch. If you wish to do anything other than touching me with your hands, you must ask for permission. Do you understand?” I instructed, sliding my hand over the slick head. She nodded, licking her lips again.
“Use your words, Posey,” I scolded lightly.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” Her voice was deeper, almost husky with desire.
“Very good. Begin.”
Her hands lifted to graze over my jean clad thighs, her touch somehow still hot through the material. Her fingers trailed, exploring my legs, up my thighs and over my hips and back down the outsides of my thighs. It wasn’t what I had expected. I had expected her to immediately touch my cock, especially with the hungry, lustful look she was currently giving my dripping tip.
“May I kiss you, Sir?” she asked, her eyes lowered, focused on the movement of her hands over my lower body. She left no inch untouched other than my cock.
“You may,” I allowed. Her lips moved to my hipbone, placing a soft kiss there. I felt her eyes close, her lashes fluttering over my skin and surprising me with the sensation.
Her lips moved down lower, edging closer to my cock. But then she pulled back, her hands still trailing patterns over my thighs and hips.
“Sir, may I use my tongue?” she requested, lowering her eyes as she did so. Fucking stunning.
“You may.” My own voice was huskier, feeling that need welling within me.
She looked up at me then, her tongue finding the very tip of my cock and licking the drop of precum that was beaded at the head. Her eyes closed, so sinfully, as she enjoyed the taste. She opened her eyes again, this time letting her tongue explore the head of my cock slowly.
“Christ!’ I swore.
“Sir, may I use my mouth?” she almost begged, her own desire evident in the way she had started to squirm in her kneeling position.
“Fuck yes,” I agreed quickly. In less than a second, her mouth was wrapped around the head of my cock, her eyes locked on mine while her tongue teased and tasted every inch of my swollen head.
“Yes,” I growled, wanting to tip my head back and enjoy, but not willing to break the eye contact she had begun.
She licked and tasted my entire shaft. Not missing anything. Taking her time.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
