Free Power Play: A Black & White Collection Story by Mari Carr Page B

wavered.
    “No,” he said.
    She ignored him, her finger continuing to delve deeper into his ass.
    “Frankie. I mean it.”
    She stopped for a moment, but she didn’t remove her finger. “Sixty seconds.”
    “What?”
    She started to push deeper once more. “Give me sixty seconds. Count out loud. If you still want me to stop by the time you hit sixty, I will.”
    He swallowed heavily. Even a minute seemed too long, but as she plunged deeper, he had to admit he felt an odd stirring low in his gut. His cock had resurged, harder than it had been since they’d started this liaison.
    “One, two,” he began.
    She pushed more firmly, her entire finger engulfed in his ass. It was only when she was fully seated that he realized her fingernail wasn’t cutting him.
    “Nails?” he asked, interrupting his count.
    “I cut two of them off in the bathroom earlier. You didn’t notice?”
    He been so focused on her outfit, her face, the incredible things she was doing to his body, he’d failed to notice her hands. Then another fact came home to rest. “Two?”
    She laughed softly, the sound wholly feminine and sexy. Her finger withdrew, returning faster than her previous journey in.
    He gasped and resumed his count. “Fifteen, sixteen.”
    She began to thrust inside his ass, shallowly at first and then deeper, harder. He felt himself anticipating her return trips, pushing back to capture more of her finger. He’d forgotten all about the count until she increased the pressure and added another finger to the first.
    “Fuck,” he said between gritted teeth. The tight pinching was almost more than he could bear. “Thirty.”
    She reached around his waist and grasped his cock once more. This time her grip was firm, controlled. She rubbed his cock in time with the fingers fucking his ass and he lost all grasp on reality. She trapped him in her erotic web, wrapped him in silk bindings and he was now her willing victim. He was on the verge of coming when she surprised him by withdrawing from his ass.
    “No.” Her fingers pressed hard against the base of his balls. He trembled, struggling to hold back his come. Why he was obeying her when all he wanted was to erupt, drawing a new pattern on the carpeting in her office, was beyond him. All he knew was he had to stop.
    She took her hands away from him, stopped touching him completely. He hung limply from his chains, his body exhausted from the effort of holding back.
    “Please,” he whispered, the sound of his voice pleading. He never begged, but in this moment, he was willing to go on his knees before her. He’d offer her the world on a silver platter for the right to come.
    She walked around him. Stood before him. Her face was blissful, happier than he’d ever seen it. For a moment, he thought she might lean forward and kiss him. Instead, she lowered the zipper on her catsuit, her breasts threatening to fall out of the outfit at any moment, giving him the perfect view of heaven, and then she went to her knees.
    His legs went weak at the image of her kneeling before him.
    “I want you to come in my mouth.” Her command issued, she took his cock in hand, drawing it to her lips. She engulfed him, one slow inch at a time, until he felt the back of her throat. Then, she released the wild woman inside and gave him the greatest blowjob in the history of giving head. She took him in roughly, deeply.
    He fought to hold on, fought to restrain his body’s natural impulses. Her mouth was heaven and he wasn’t willing to leave it so soon. She was offering him a precious, beautiful gift and he never wanted it to end. His arms shook, the chain rattling above his head, as he struggled not to come.
    Just a few seconds more.
    Just a second.
    One last thrust in her hot, wet mouth and he felt his tenuous grip on control break.
    “God, Frankie,” he yelled as he started to come. It felt as if she was sucking every drop of come out of his body, taking it all until he began to go lightheaded.