Page 33 of Power
A small gasp escaped me, half shocked, half aroused. No man I had ever been with was secure enough in himself to surrender like this.
“Why do I get the feeling that you never give up control?” I pressed.
“I don’t.”
“Then why are you giving it to me?”
“You need to be the one in control right now. I don’t need to understand why to respect that. I just need to know it matters to you, and I want you to feel safe this weekend. I want to feel you let go, and if you holding all the cards is what you need to make it happen, so be it.”
And that … that turned me on like nothing else ever had before. Instantly, I was pulsing between my thighs, imagining him in whatever position I wanted him.
I glanced around the room, tempted to put him on the bed, but deciding that was too predictable and safe, too much like the normal me. Instead, I guided him by the hand and drew him into the dining room area, where I moved the bowl of fruit off the elongated table.
“Stand with your back against the table and hold on to it with both hands. Don’t let go.”
He didn’t ask why; he simply complied, so I rewarded him by dropping to my knees.
“I’ve never gone down on a guy before,” I said, easing his boxer briefs off.
“Never?” He smiled.
“Nope.”
I didn’t explain that pleasuring a guy had always felt a little too much like control. But now?
Now, this didn’t feel like a battle for power. If it did, he’d just waved the white flag and given it all to me. Which meant I could just … experience anything I wanted without the baggage of my ghosts.
I might have control issues, but I also had fantasies. Plenty of them.
“I’ve always wanted to try to deep-throat,” I admitted, grasping the base of his shaft and watching his reaction.
He clutched the table harder, groaning.
Groaning that grew louder the moment I licked his crown, swirling the head. Jace was more well-endowed than any guy I’d been with (not that there were many), so I wasn’t sure I could get him all the way in. But I’d try.
I swirled the tip several more times, coating him in my saliva before drawing my tongue down his shaft. Slowly, smiling when he’d twitch or let out a grunt of pleasure. Repeating the move up and down a few more times, I finally wrapped my lips around him and took him into my mouth.
One inch.Then two.
“Damn, that feels good,” Jace said, his thigh muscles clenching as I drew him further into my mouth.
I got only halfway down his shaft before it hit the gag reflex, and I had to bring him back out.
Undeterred, I soaked him in my saliva and gripped his base, pulling him in again. This time, I went a little farther before I gagged, and the next time, a little farther still. I liked him filling my mouth. I liked the smooth, silky skin of his perfect length, and I liked training my throat to relax with each motion.
Jace was being a very good boy, holding still.
“You want to grab my head right now, don’t you?” I smirked, licking his base.
“I want to fist your hair and claim your mouth,” he admitted. But he didn’t move.
“And yet you’re not moving your hands.” I kissed his crown.
“You told me not to.”
“Good boy,” I said, shocked at my brazenness.
I’d never given thought to the praise kink. Let alone the reverse one, but heaven help me, did that turn me on. And he was a good boy. He deserved to be rewarded.
