Page 97 of Ruthless Creatures
I smile at him. “No. I just needed to see if you’d let me.”
“Little witch. Youreallydeserve that spanking. Now be good and suck the cum out of my dick.”
He slides a hand around my neck and pulls my head down to his hard cock, glistening with my wetness.
I open my mouth and take him in, as far as he can go, all the way down to the root.
He groans, flexing his hips. “Ah, fuck, baby. Thatmouth.”
My hands are still tied together at my wrists, but I raise them and wrap both around Kage’s slick shaft so I can better control the depth of his thrusting.
Despite Sloane’s accusation that I don’t have a gag reflex, I’m not superhuman. My eyes are already watering.
Keeping one hand around my throat, Kage fists the other in my hair and stares down at me as I suck and stroke him. He whisperssomething brokenly in Russian as he watches my mouth with avid eyes.
He likes it. Helovesit.
And so do I.
I close my eyes and suck harder, stroke faster, swirl my tongue around the engorged crown. He grunts in pleasure, fucking my mouth and holding my head steady.
Then he shudders and groans, long and low. His hand tightens in my hair.
He whispers harshly, “I’m close. I want you to swallow every drop then lick me clean.”
I can’t speak, so I open my eyes and say yes silently as I stare up at him.
He drops his head back, moans my name, and shudders again. His hand around my throat is hot and shaking.
When he erupts, it’s with an abrupt hip thrust and a shout toward the ceiling.
His cock throbs against my tongue. Tears stream down my cheeks. I have to take shallow breaths through my nose as I swallow. He takes his hand away from my throat and cradles my head as he continues to come, pumping his hips and moaning lustily. “Ahh—ahh—ahh—”
He collapses against the mattress with a final shudder, then heaves a sigh.
As for me, I sit up a little on my knees so I can start cleaning.
I lick him lovingly from base to tip, thinking I’d probably be doing this even if he hadn’t ordered me to. His thick cock is worthy of countless hours of worship. It’s a thing of beauty.
Maybe instead of abstracts, I’ll move on to nudes.
I giggle a little when I picture my living room walls crammed with paintings of Kage’s erection.
He rolls his head to one side and gazes at me with hazy,half-lidded eyes. He caresses my face. In a husky voice, he says, “If I had a more fragile ego, I might not take it so well that you’re laughing when your face is two inches from my dick.”
I give him a few more licks, then crawl up his body and lie on top of him, draping my bound arms over his head and snuggling my face into the crook between his neck and shoulder.
“I was just thinking you’d make a great nude model. If I brought you into sketch class, my students would die.”
Winding his arms around my back, he nuzzles my hair. “Your classes have nude models?”
“No. The kids are too young for that. But you’re inspiring me to start teaching night school for adults.” I tilt my head and smile up at him. “I could make a lot of money charging admission if you were on the ticket.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “You don’t need to worry about money anymore, remember? By the way, why haven’t you started taking draws from the trust?”
I crinkle my nose. “Can we please have a few minutes of uninterrupted afterglow before we start talking about money?”
He cups my face and softly kisses my lips. “You might be the only person I’ve met who doesn’t care about it.”
