Page 19 of Agency
Where the hell had she learned that little trick? And to perform that sleight of hand so easily, sight unseen?
And why didn’t I care?
The first orgasm had been such a release, my legs had nearly buckled as I filled her mouth.
The second, though?
The second had been like I was having my soul sucked from me, as if there was something made of pure light and energy deep within me that her mouth was able to draw out through my cock.
“Fuck my mouth, toy,” she’d ordered between gasping gags, her growling words sounding exactly like they’d come from the mouth of a drill sergeant. “Fuck it till you cum like a good little slut for me. I want to taste you again, want your knees wobbling and your legs shaking because you’re so turned on at the thought of me using you again like this.”
Hips thrusting, saliva coating me and drizzling down to my balls, I’d been like another man entirely as, her fingers rubbing down between her thighs, she’d taken, taken, taken from me. Eyes rolled back and fingers grasping at air, I’d bucked against her face as, cumming, she’d moaned around my cock, in what was one of the most primal experiences of my life.
I rolled over in bed, breathed deep of the smell of her still coating my lips and chin. Not only amber-scented, but also musky and spicy and deep and rich with the sweetness and flavor of her.
What the fuck had I done last night? Who had that man been inhabiting my skin? And why did I think he was the luckiest man alive?
After that second, soul-draining orgasm, she’d risen to her feet in front of me, a perfect specimen of a woman luxuriating in the power she had over me–power I’d willingly given to her. Pale blue eyes locked on mine, she’d reached up and wiped a droplet of my cum from the corner of her mouth. Her gaze boring into mine, she’d taken my shimmering drop on the tip of her tongue and swallowed.
And I couldn’t help but shudder with the desire for more of her.
She’d turned from me and had slid the straps of her dress down from her shoulders as she’d looked back at my gawking, panting face, my cock still hard as a rock with desire for her. Within moments, she’d become an hour-glass-shaped pillar of creamy alabaster, with nothing more than a long, fading scar on her lower back to mar the expanse of pale, snowy skin. Wearing nothing but tall heels, she’d stepped out of the silky soft pool of black cloth before turning back to me.
Her breasts. Her hips. But, more importantly, the devilish look in her eyes… I felt as if I’d stared into the sun for too long, but, instead of a blind spot, a vision of her had burned into my retina.
Somehow, my cock had gotten harder, and I’d felt my head grow lighter and lighter as the blood continued to surge from my big one, to my small one.
“Still ready to be a good toy for your mistress?” she’d whispered as she stepped up to me and reached past my bound form, opening the bathroom door at my back.
Numb and lust-drunk, I’d nodded as she’d taken the belt like a lead and put the strap of leather over her shoulder. Yanking me forward by my bound wrists, she’d led me to her bed as if she were the Pied Piper, her hips swinging like an erotically rhythmic facsimile of the faerie tale pipe song.
“You know that phrase, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander? Well, what’s good for the gander is very good for this goose.” She’d turned then at the edge the bed, had yanked me forward with more strength than I’d have ever thought she could manage. She spread her legs to reveal a thatch of red hair as she dragged me to my still-shaking knees.
“You know what I want, don’t you?” she’d said, her voice sensual as the feel of black silk on skin as her pale blue eyes had tracked over my face. “I hope I don’t need to spell it out.” She’d run her long-nailed thumb over my lips and jaw, before taking her panties from my mouth.
“Yes, mistress,” I’d breathed with zero shame, or embarrassment–only with a kind of pent-up, erotic desire I’d never experienced with any woman before, a pent-up desire that needed to be released before I ruptured and split in two.
“Good.” She’d moved her fingers around to the back of my head, an almost caring gesture, before tangling her fingers in my hair and dragging me towards her inner thigh.
I’d kissed, I’d tongued, I’d slathered like a good slave for her, always kissing and always moving to where she directed me. And where she’d directed me was always ever higher and higher, climbing up to my prize.
Still glowing from my first and second orgasm, I’d nearly cum again as I tasted the richness of her. Groaning, moaning, I’d eaten and licked and teased with the gusto of a starving man at a feast as her firm hand directed me up and down her lips. Licking, sucking, eating, I’d done exactly what she ordered. Then to her clit, then back down again, till I’d begun tongue-fucking her like a desperate man. Heel digging into my back and shoulders to urge me on, she had tightened the belt-turned-leash in her hands and had drawn my fingers to her pussy as I’d continued to go down on her.
Her hips had writhed and ground as she came, dripping nectar down my chin.
“Good toy,” she’d panted and moaned as her back had arched up and off the bed. “Right there, right on my clit. Suck it, slut, flick it with your tongue. Right. There. Right there, keep that pace perfectly. Use your fingers, toy, use them like the good little slut I know you are. Treat your mistress better than any woman you’ve ever been with. Down, now, keep going down. Imagine you’re getting me ready for one of your battle buddies, and lick me, slut. Eat all of me.”
I groaned in my half-sleep, rolled back over, away from her. Half of me was ashamed at how hard I’d been while she growled that dirty talk at me, while the other half was ashamed at how hard I already was just remembering her control over me.
Papers fluttered and rustled somewhere in the bed next to me, followed by the soft sounds of hotel bed sheets sliding over naked flesh.
Why hadn’t I used the safe word we’d agreed on? More importantly, though… why hadn’t I evenconsideredusing my get out of jail free card?
“Fuck my ass with your fingers, now,” she’d groaned as my tongue was buried in her, her quivering thighs pressing to my ears as she continued to buck against my face. “Make me think it’s really your friend’s cock down there, slut.” Between how wet she’d been, and how much I’d already licked, my finger had slid easily into her, stretching her tight ass as she’d directed my tongue back to her clit.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Carmen whispered next to me, her voice soft and caring–almost the polar opposite from the night before. “How you feeling?”
“Sore,” I groaned as the mattress shifted next to me. “Tired. You?”
