Page 74 of The Player
His boxers fell to the floor, and he kicked them off. His cock was straining, the veins throbbing, desperate for attention, so I lifted my hand, stuck my tongue out, and licked my palm. Then I gripped the base of his cock, telling him, “You’re wearing the perfect mask,” as I squeezed him, loving how big he was, silky and hard, every vein popping as I squeezed harder.
“Oh yeah?” he moaned, his hips rocking forward, begging for more.
“Yeah. Because I’m about to make you fucking scream.”
He chuckled, and I gave him a long, hard stroke, running my thumb over the tip and then teasing the delicate underside as I circled the head. I was feeding off the power I felt in this moment, knowing I had so much control over him and my own fractured thoughts.
“I’m gonna suck your cock, circle the head nice and slowly with my tongue. Then I’m gonna take my time tasting you, teasing you. When I’m done, I’ll take every delicious inch of you right down my throat. My hot, tight throat will be the best thing you’ve ever felt. I promise. And when I’ve teased you, driven you wild with my tongue, my mouth, with how hard I can suck, I’ll let you come down my throat. I’ll take every drop you’ve got to give me, and I’ll love it. You will too.”
“I fucking know I will,” he rasped, reaching up to drag his thumb across my lips and then push it into my mouth.
I let him, sucking his thumb and swirling my tongue in the exact way I’d just described to him. Then I moved back slowly, letting it pop out of my mouth as I smirked up at him.
He gave a quiet groan, his need as desperate as mine, and excitement overtook me as I dropped to my knees.
I cupped his balls, gently stroking them as I licked from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. Then I used my tongue to circle the head, taking him into my mouth to taste him, using my tongue to swirl over and around him. He was delicious, and the feel of his skin against my tongue made my pussy tingle, wetness pooling between my thighs. I used my nails to gently tickle his balls, my fingertips grazing him, feeling how his skin tightened in response to my teasing. I loved that I could control him, make him react to my touches like this.
I licked and kissed the head of his cock, prolonging his sweet agony. My hand gripped the base to squeeze him, and then I pumped my hand up and down a few times. His hips rocked a little faster now, and I could tell he wanted more. But it was me setting the pace. I was in complete control. I pulled him out of my mouth, holding him and staring at how gorgeous his cock looked, hard, angry, and glistening with my saliva.
“I think this is my favourite part of you.” I sighed and then speared my tongue, licking his balls and running my tongue up the length of him.
I wrapped my lips around him, pushing his cock into my mouth and grabbing his ass with both hands. He was big and I had to swallow to fit him down my throat, but I wasn’t a quitter, and even though my eyes were watering, I took him, pushing him into my throat until my lips were wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. I sucked, pulling back, withdrawing right to the tip, then I pushed back down again. The way he moaned as I repeated that action over and over made me dig my nails into his ass, forcing his hips to thrust into me harder, faster.
“Can I hold your hair?” he rasped, and I nodded as I continued to suck and bob my head up and down on his cock.
He threaded his fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck, gripped hard and then started to push me onto him harder. It gave him a little control, but he’d asked permission, so I let him. Plus, it was a fucking turn-on, feeling him push my head and thrust into me because he couldn’t get enough.
His cock throbbed on my tongue, his balls slapped my chin, and his hand twisted and pulled my hair. I slid his cock down my throat and swallowed hard around him, making him cry out and throw his head back as he got lost in the way I was making him feel.
And then, doing what I’d set out to do, I pulled back, letting his cock fall out of my mouth. The orgasm he’d been chasing was still a whisper away, but he couldn’t have it yet. Not until I was ready.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered as I kneeled in front of him, his cock pointing right at me. “Lie on your back and put your hands on the bed frame above your head.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, stepping over to the bed, climbing onto his back and positioning his hands the way I’d told him to.
“Such a good boy,” I teased. “A filthy, dirty boy.” I stared at the mask as I spoke, the chains that’d tethered me to the fear it’d evoked were now falling away, walls crumbling, and yet, I still had so much more I wanted to do.
“I’ll be as filthy as you want me to be,” he replied, and I climbed over him, braced on all fours as I stared down at him. Without taking my eyes off that mask, I reached for the handcuffs. Then I clamped them around his wrists, threading the cuffs through the bed frame to keep him secure.
I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I’m gonna be the filthy one.” Then I crawled to the bottom of the bed and kneeled, looking at him chained up just for me, ready to take whatever I had to give him. His cock was resting on his stomach, still rock hard and glistening with my saliva, so I wrapped my hand around him, giving him a few pumps. He lifted his hips, trying to thrust up, but I tutted and shook my head, taking my hand away and chastising him. “You don’t get to control this. I say when you come. And when you do, it’ll be the hardest fucking orgasm you’ve ever had.”
He didn’t reply, but the moan he gave was reward enough.
“Open your legs,” I demanded, and he did as he was told.
I stroked over his balls, watching intently as the skin tightened, and then, as his cock twitched, begging for attention, I moved my fingers lower, rubbing and massaging his perineum. My hips rocked over the bed, seeking friction, as he let out a long and satisfied “Ah,” from how good I was making him feel. My fingers rubbed and explored lower and lower, until I touched him in a place I’d never touched any man before. And the power I felt as he let out a huge gasp was intoxicating. I pushed the tip of my finger inside him, and his breathing changed, small pants and then deep sighs as I gently probed.
“Do you like this?” I asked.
“Yes.” He sounded like he could barely speak. “More than I ever thought I would.”
Interesting.
So, this was a first for him too.
I withdrew my finger and picked up one of the smaller, thin vibrators from the bedside table, uncapped the lube and squeezed it onto the vibrator, then drizzled some of it onto his ass.
“I’m gonna need you to relax for me,” I commanded, placing the vibrator at his entrance, waiting to see what he’d say.
