Page 93 of Little Deer
It eased my anxiety, and now I’m just shivering with excitement. Focused only on him.
I watch hungrily as Massimo steps in front of my face, a few feet away, looking at me with such lust that I swear I feel anotherorgasm building inside me. He’s still wearing those sleep pants, but there’s no missing the hard cock straining at them, begging to be freed.
“So fucking beautiful, Lucy,” he rasps, his eyes moving over me. “You are okay? Comfortable?”
“Yes.” I test the ties and feel a small bit of give to them. Enough to allow me movement, but not enough for me to be free. I watch him hungrily, waiting.
He regards me for another moment before he finally says, “You will tell me if that ever changes, Lucy, do you understand? I will stop no matter what, and I don’t want you to ever question if I will be angry or upset. Do I have your promise?”
“Yes, Massimo. I promise I will tell you if I’m uncomfortable or need to stop.”
“Good girl. I will go slow for you, Lucy, but I want to play, test what you like and what you can take. Do you agree to this?”
“Yes, Massimo.”
Pleased, he moves to crouch down in front of me, pressing his mouth to mine. I kiss him back desperately, excitement building at what’s to come. This is tame compared to what I was used to with Joey, but it’s so much better. There’s a power here, knowing that submitting to him this way makes Massimo so happy, but also knowing that power comes with safety and the ability to bring this man to his knees if I want.
When he pulls away, he gets back to his feet and shoves the sleep pants down, kicking them away.
I barely suppress a whimper. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. All of him. It’s really not fair. Seeing him fully naked is like getting to see a new sculpture unveiled for the first time.
He wraps his hand around his cock, slowly stroking it as I stare at him, my mouth watering at the thought of having him in my mouth again. I lick my lips, before looking up at him eagerly.
“I’ve thought of nothing but having that perfect mouth wrapped around me again,” he tells me, moving closer, still stroking himself. “Open that pretty mouth,cerbiatta. But this time, you’re going to let me set the pace. I want you to stay still and let me take some pleasure for myself, yes?” His eyes are watching me closely, assessing.
I just open my mouth, waiting, watching him. I’m so okay with this. Arousal slicks down my thighs. A part of me worries about this poor ottoman.
He releases his cock, gently cupping the back of my head as he eases himself into my mouth, slow, steady, watching me carefully. I flick my tongue, tasting him, teasing him. He lets out a low grunt, stilling as I swirl my tongue around him, hollowing my cheeks to suck him as much as I can. “Naughty girl,” he grits out. “What did I say about staying still?”
I look up at him as I swirl my tongue again, my bratty side winning. Does he really think I wasn’t going to tease him a little bit?
He curls himself forward, pressing deeper into my mouth, and then I feel the sharp slap on my raised ass cheek. I gasp, shocked, which allows him to slip further into my mouth, nearly touching my gag reflex. I relax my jaw. He pulls back allowing me to swallow and calm, but then he says, “Stay still,cerbiatta, or there will be more spankings for you. Every time you don’t do what you’re told, I’ll add more to the total. That was just a warning.”
I shudder at the threat, and the burning on my ass. Yes, please.
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, making him grunt and then let out a sharp hiss before he yanks himself back. “Fuck,” he grunts, gripping the base of his cock tight as he looks down at me. “That’s five, Lucy. And just for that, I’m not going to goas slow as I was planning. Or was that what you were trying to accomplish? Were you being greedy?”
I just smile at him coyly.
He mutters something in Italian, before his grip on my hair tightens, and he angles my head slightly. “Open. Now.” His order is sharp, forceful.
I instantly open my mouth, gripping the edge of the ottoman for balance. I know what’s coming, and my core clenches with excitement.
Massimo shoves his cock into my mouth, a little rougher than before going as deep as he can until he touches the back of my throat. I choke, but he eases back, giving me just enough time to relax my jaw further and breathe through my nose before he starts to fuck my mouth.
There is no other way to describe it. I don’t have the ability to do anything but let him use me for his own pleasure. I moan, loving it. He lets out a low grunt when he hits the back of my throat, but he doesn’t push any farther, instinctively knowing I’m not ready for that.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises roughly as he pulls back. “So fucking good. You look so fucking perfect like this, Lucy. Your mouth is so fucking perfect. So wet. So tight. My cock is dripping down your throat, can you feel that?” I moan, nodding my head as much as I can. He pulls back, all the way out this time, orders, “Lick all that precum up,cerbiatta. Let me see you enjoying the taste of me.”
I lick at him eagerly, watching him as I do. I swirl my tongue, probing at the slit for more, making his jaw clench and a rough sound escape from him.
When he can’t take anymore, he orders, “Open,” and wastes no time getting his cock back inside. Like he can’t stand being out of it for long. I hold on for the ride, watching him getting closer and closer to that edge.
It’s so fucking good. I love the sight of him like this. Stomach clenched, body tense, face flushed with pleasure, and eyes wild. I want him wild. Feral.
I can feel him swelling in my mouth, and I know he’s close. I quiver in anticipation of what’s to come. I want to feel him spilling down my throat again. I want all of it. I lash my tongue at him as he starts to pull back one more time.
I let out a cry of surprise when he quickly yanks himself out of me, gripping his cock tight. “That’s ten, Lucy,” he grits out. “Trying to make me spill in your mouth when I’m not remotely close to done with you.”
