Free Animal Attraction by Tracy St. John Page A

buried in my hair, clutching a
fistful and holding it tight. I creamed to feel his control over
me.
    “Kiss the head of my cock, baby girl. Kiss it
like a good little subbie.”
    I obeyed, my lips closing over livid, pulsing
flesh. When things got good, we remembered things like heartbeats
and breathing. It was close to having a body again. Not perfectly
so, but near enough to count.
    I ran my tongue over and over his silky
cockhead, sucking it into my mouth like a lollipop. His hold on my
hair tightened. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming and I
readied for it.
    Sure enough Dan pressed my face down, making
me take his full length into my mouth and down my throat. One of
the great things about sex after death was that we didn’t need to
breathe. Dan could have pounded my face all day long and it
wouldn’t have bothered me. However my big sexy Sir liked things a
little noisy and forceful. So I obliged him.
    I gagged and struggled against his hold on
me. He held me down, keeping himself embedded until he pulled me
off with a satisfied grunt. I rolled streaming eyes up to see him
looking very lord and master. Ah, how I loved that look of power he
gets. It was so exciting. I could feel juices running down my inner
thighs as I responded to his strength.
    He pushed me down slowly while simultaneously
raising his hips. He didn’t make me take so much that time or the
next. But the third time, my face met his pelvis.
    “That’s right, baby girl. Take it all. Take
every last bit of Sir’s cock.”
    The choking sounds I made were ugly and
un-ladylike. But they were what gave Dan a thrill, and his thrills
were mine. I loved being his to enjoy as he wished.
    Right now he wished me to gag on his shaft.
Every third or fourth stroke his thickness shoved deep inside,
getting the reaction he enjoyed. I bucked and strained and coughed
... and adored it.
    Dan groaned, his prick jerking. “Enough. If I
don’t quit I’m going to come right down your throat. Get up on the
desk.”
    I released him, keeping my expression one of
surrender ... I knew better than to let him see it when I felt
smug. I liked funishment, not punishment.
    Dan swept the desktop clean. The items that
hit the floor would eventually find their own way back on the
polished wood surface. Because he was a gentleman even when he
dominated like a beast, Dan offered his assistance as I climbed to
my feet. I smiled my appreciation and hopped up on the desk.
    He told me, “Those wrists and ankles need
some long silk scarves tied to them.”
    Just as I could conjure any outfit I wanted,
I could also supply my own bondage gear. I had slippery-soft
scarves tied nice and tight where Dan wanted them in an instant. I
loved not having to worry about issues like circulation.
    My gorgeous hunk of a man secured me to the
desk, spreading my arms and legs wide. His calloused finger traced
my parted slit, finding me wet and eager. I giggle-groaned to feel
his rough flesh rasp against my softness.
    “You like that, huh?” Dan’s half-smile was
all evil. “While we’re at it, you can wear a ball gag. I’m done
with that pretty mouth.”
    I had a mouthful of rubber in an instant. I
didn’t think twice about obeying my master. Besides, I was a mouthy
gal. This would help keep me out of trouble. Maybe.
    Besides, if he gagged me, there was a pretty
good shot at him doing something to make me scream and beg for
mercy. Not that I’d get any such thing ... nor want it. My sex
zinged with excitement, sending more wetness out to coat Dan’s
finger as it slid over me.
    “That’s right. Baby girl likes it when she’s
helpless and can’t ask for things to stop.” Dan’s gaze roamed up
and down my body with an attitude of ownership. “All mine to play
with as I please, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
    Well, I could always make the scarves holding
me down disappear. I could always ‘port myself far away. But we
were in our fantasy, where he controlled my pleasure and