Page 43 of Not About That Life
“I want you on top of Me,” Sir ordered and He didn’t have to ask twice.
I crawled on top of Him and He moved my panties to the side. He sharply entered me and I cried out in pleasure and pain. I immediately claimed Sir’s cock like a vise; quivering around the length and thickness of it while He held onto my ass.
“Look at Me,” He ordered and I complied, “I want to see your face when you come.”
We couldn’t kiss before pictures; that was a non-binding agreement. Yet, I felt this strong urge to kiss Sir, to feel His lips pressed against mine. It was then how I knew how intimate kisses really were. It was why Vivian Ward was so hard-pressed about johns not kissing her. She knew how intimate and powerful they were. She also probably didn’t want herpes.
I stare into Sir’s eyes as He grabs my ass and rocks me. His rock-hard cock pierces into me, making me moan and shudder. My pussy tightly clenches around him and it was a release I didn’t know I needed. He fills me with every delectable inch, almost splitting me apart, but I welcome it like it’s a homecoming.
“Sir,” I cried as we lock eyes. This is one of the most intense sexual encounters between us and I’m floating on air.
Sir slaps my ass hard and the sting makes my ass nice and pink. “Is this My pussy?” He demands. I’m too incoherent to respond and Sir slaps my ass again. “Is this My pussy?”
“Yes, Sir!” I shriek. My body is trembling, I feel my pussy have small spasms and quivers, and I know I’m close. Sir knows it as well, and His thrusts become more powerful and dare I say,angrierat me. He takes my hands and holds them behind my back as His look encourages me to ride Him faster and harder.
Little fireworks explode within me and I know I can’t hold out for much longer. I need this release. I deserve it. “Sir, may I come?” I look into His eyes and read the power, the mystery, and love floating between them.
“You may,” He nods.
I screamed as the orgasm seized my body and rendered me helpless. It was a raw scream; something guttural and primal. My body shook beyond my volition. I couldn’t close my eyes; I wasn’t allowed to. Sir said He wanted to see me come and I wasn’t going to disobey Him.
He thrust inside me a few more times before He came as well. He stared deep into me, reaching my soul and I watch His eyes become dream-like. He was in a better mood and I know now all was forgiven.
“Do you feel better now, Sir?” I cautiously ask.
“I do. Thank you, angel.” He smiles at me. “Did you learn anything just now?”
What? Was this a pop quiz? I really don’t like Ian’s tests. “Not really.”
“Oh?” His eyes turn into question marks. “You didn’t learn anything?”
“Wait a minute, Sir.” I carefully think as He’s still inside me. It then occurred to me what Sir was referring to. I have an extra lipstick in my clutch I could easily reapply and Sir knew I did.
Yet, there was a reason He didn’t want us to kiss despite how much we both wanted to. “I learned about power and how carefully one should wield it.”
“A person’s mouth has more power than they realize. Sometimes people don’t realize how powerful their mouths are until the ability to use them is taken away.” He softly kisses my cheek. “Remember that.”
It’s a lesson I’ll never forget. “I will, Sir.”
