Page 90 of Kept in the Dark
“Ah,” I say, understanding. I should have anticipated her discomfort, but I do not really care. If she will not take my cock, she will take my tongue and fingers. And I watched her closely last night—it hurt her at times, but she did not care then, either. She liked it. She enjoys some pain with her pleasure.
She is strong, mymed, like iron and silk.
The smile on my lips shifts. “I will kiss it to make it better. That is the saying,da?”
She laughs again, a throaty noise that echoes among the water spray, bouncing off the glass and stone. Tilting her head up so she can catch my eye, she slowly walks towards me and shakes her head from side to side just as her hand closes around my cock. My body tenses in her grip, and my eyes lose focus for an instant. “That’s the saying, but I think I want to go first.”
My cock pulses, ready for whatever she wants.
I planned to take her mouth at some point. If this blowjob is a consolation, meant to soften her refusal, I do not care. I will gladly accept any reason to have her mouth on me.
At the end of the shower near the entrance, there is a tile bench that I usually avoid because it is so cold against my balls—that does not matter much to me now. I sit facing her, and she reaches for the shelf to steady herself as she lowers to her knees. I halt her with a finger held up, reaching out of the shower to the towel rack. I jerk one down and lay it on the hard floor for her knees. She smiles shyly at the gesture in a way that swells my chest with pride. It is such a small thing, but her gratitude makes me feel like a better man than I am.
I sit back, extending my long legs and making room for her between them. She settles, tucking her feet under her round ass, and slides her hands along the tops of my thighs.
The way she looks at me makes me feel so powerful and desired that I want to honor her like a queen. She is on her knees, but somehow, I am the one fully at her mercy; I would do anything she asked, give her whatever she wanted.
How lucky I am, then, that what she wants is to wrap those plush lips around the head of my cock.
Just before she makes contact, I wind my hand in her wet hair and use my grip on it to tilt her head back. Her fingernails dig into my thighs, and she gasps, pressing her legs tighter together. I make her stay like that for a few seconds, still and waiting, and watch as the water drips down her skin, sparkling in the low light.
From this angle, my cock looks monstrous next to her, sticking up straight so it appears nearly the length of her head. I wonder idly how she will fare—how much of it she will manage to swallow. Does she know how to relax her throat?
After a few seconds under my admiring scrutiny, she squirms.
“Dimitri,” she breathes, her chest rising and falling. A single droplet of water beads on the very tip of her nipple, and I press the tip of my finger against it and bring it to my mouth. Her eyes round, watching me, then close on a hissed exhale.
“Yes, Nicole?” I ask. I can be patient. I want to hear her say it.
“Please, I… I want…”
“What do you want?” I challenge. I know now that she struggles to vocalize her desires, but there is no cause for shyness here. She may keep nothing from me, have no barriers to hide behind—not even ones built from language. She will speak to me with the honesty of her body, and she will ask for what she wants without fear of how I will react.
“I want to… um…”
“Suck my cock?”
She nods, as much movement as my hand in her hair will allow. “Yes.”
“Then say that. I cannot know what you want if you do not tell me. I want to hear the words from your pretty mouth before I fill it,” I tell her, giving her the permission she needs to speak the words.
Her eyes close again, and her legs shift, clenching hard. I know she is desperate for a touch between them, and that if I reached down and checked, I would find her dripping wet from more than just the water of the shower. “I want to suck your cock.”
“Good,” I praise, relishing in how flushed her cheeks have become, both from the steam and from the heat inside of her body. “Open.”
Her mouth pops open as if it had a hinge, and I guide her towards my dick, upright and curving like an invitation. When she is near enough to touch, I relax my arm and let her close the rest of the distance on her own. I gather her hair to hold it out of her way as she moves her right hand from steadying herself on my leg to wrapping around the base of my length. Her thumb and middle finger do not meet, even when she squeezes.
Her lips kiss the crown, then the head of me disappears into her rounded mouth. I feel the warm, silky touch of her tongue against the most sensitive place on my body, and I jerk a little in her mouth. She smiles and makes a humming noise. My abs flex, my body wanting tosurge forward with my hips into the feeling of heat and velvet. She pulls back and licks around, leaving a wet trail.
“It’s so much easier to suck a small dick,” she mutters, like it was not meant for me to hear.
My hand tightens in her hair. “You had better not be thinking about another man while my cock is in your mouth, mymed.”My med.Mine.
At the warning in my tone, her eyes flick up. There is a flash of defiance, and eagerness, then submission. As if in apology, she lowers her mouth back around the tip of me and starts to suck. I curse; the exquisite pressure of her mouth is second only to the warm lave of her tongue. Her hand moves at the base, maintaining a firm pressure and working up and down with a circular motion on what remains when her mouth is stuffed too full to continue.
This will not take long.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “You are incredible, Nicole. Keep going. Deeper.”
