Free Billionaires in Paris: An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Cynthia Dane

Master. You belong to me. ”
    “Yes!” I know what he wants. Even if I had never done this before, a woman knows when a man is about to shove his cock down her throat. Nevertheless, I want to hear him say it. I need to hear that voice command me to sexually serve him the moment his musk hits my nose.
    “You’re no longer yourself. You are mine. Nothing bothers you. Nothing matters. Your whole existence is to serve and please. Don’t think. Obey. ”
    Can I convey any more how much I want to follow through?
    “Suck my cock, Katie.”
    Something I’ve done a hundred times already shouldn’t feel this new, but the rush I’m getting as I respond to his command has me acting like the most fervent, most obedient sub to ever come before him. That’s what I want, anyway. If I’m going to be his one and only for the rest of his life, then I better live up to that potential. If he tells me to suck his cock, I don’t just whip it out and put my hands and mouth all over it. I turn it into an event that will shatter every perception he’s ever had of me.
    Yes, until now.
    It helps that my fears and worries have been eradicated, or at least long enough for me to completely give in to my urges. The ones that drive me to lavish Ian with the talents I was born with and the skills I’ve accumulated over the years. There are little differences between giving head as a Domme and as a sub. As a Domme, you always have them on edge. You are controlling their reward, their body’s reactions to how you fuck them with your throat. As a sub, you also have a lot of control. How much do you hold back? How far do you go? Do you go all the way if he hasn’t said? Do you change it? No matter what, you want him to be happy and think This woman really knows how to make me feel good.
    Some would look at me and say I am debasing myself. Acting like sucking his cock is the only important thing in the world. Fuck off. Right now, it is the most important thing in the world. He’s sharing a part of himself that he doesn’t give to just anyone. My Dom trusts me to do as he says and to enjoy every minute of it. If I don’t, I find a way to tell him, and in return, I trust that he will respect what I’ve told him.
    Guess what. I’m enjoying every minute of it! The feel of his hard cock in my mouth, slipping in and out of my throat the longer I relax my gag. The scent of his masculinity as he becomes more aroused and reaches the edge of climax. The fantastically pornographic sounds of what’s happening between us… not to mention the sounds of my whimpers and the groans of satisfaction falling upon my ears. The sight of him as we make eye contact, mine calling for his attention and his bestowing praise, because I don’t need him to use words. And the taste! That’s the most intoxicating of all. It doesn’t matter how good he feels in my mouth or how erotic his groans are. They mean nothing without the taste overcoming my mouth. I can taste skin, sweat, salt, and the tang of precum dripping on my tongue. It’s all happening so fast that I instinctively prepare to have him come in my throat.
    I want him to. I’m working his cock as if my only goal is to get him grab my head and roar.
    He does grab my head. It’s impossible to look at him now. It’s impossible to have any control. I’ve given it up. All I can control is my breathing as he slams his cock into my mouth, fucking me with thrusts that are as carefully manipulated as they are harried. He wants to completely let go, but he can’t – otherwise, he might hurt me. The best my Dom can do is hold me still and fuck me as if that’s truly the only thing I exist for.
    Like he said, I have no other worries or distractions. This is it. This moment is as much my release as it is his.
    Ian abandons me. With a frustrated grunt he pushes me down on the bed. “You almost made me come,” he admonishes. Was I not supposed to? He never said one way or the other. “I’d rather save myself for