Free Wallbanger by Sable Jordan

clothing and placed it on his desk. Then
she knelt and untied his shoe, carefully lifting his foot to remove
it and the sock beneath. When she returned the foot to the floor
again, she dipped lower to press her lips to the top. Sacha had
never instructed her to do this, but that she thought of it
furthered her subservience, and that delighted him.
    Both feet kissed, she reached up to unfasten
the buckle of his belt, unhinged the snap of his trousers. It was
the only time she was allowed to look up at him. In any other
setting he would have taken it as disrespect and punished her for
it. But this was a matter of position, and Sacha was not an
unreasonable man. So long as she was quick about it, he dismissed
the violation and let her continue her assignment.
    She inched the black slacks from his hips,
revealing his erection. Raising his foot to free him of the pants,
she repeated the move on the other side and folded the fabric
neatly, settling it beside her. Task complete, she clasped her
hands in her lap and cast her gaze downward again.
    Sacha’s body was near exploding. That she
could come and perform her duties so exacting spoke to his
proficiency as a Master. But a new problem arose: to wait until he
had her in his Dungeon, or to allow her the honor of starting him
off now.
    “Suck me.”
    The puppet rose up on her knees, hands
grazing his thighs as she opened her tiny pink mouth. Her tongue
snaked out to lick the precum from his dick and then circled the
head.
    Unable to wait any longer, Sacha thrust past
her lips, shuddering at the heat gloved tightly around his cock. He
pulled back slowly then shoved in again, hearing the soft gags she
made with the force. Gripping her head, it didn’t take long before
the first round of cum exploded from his shaft, and his puppet
swallowed it down with enjoyable slurps.
    Just enough to take the edge off. Sacha looked down and frowned. “Missed a spot.” Her tongue rounded
now-rosy lips in search of the stray fluid, lapping at the corner
where his seed had been located. He turned away and preceded her
through the hole in the bookshelves.
    “Come along, puppet. Your Master wishes to
see you dance.”
    * * * *
    McLean, Virginia
    Daniel Gilbert had another club soda in his
gut courtesy of the intriguing Miss Lana James. The match was hard
fought, but in the end, he’d walked away the victor.
    For her efforts, Lana downed three shots of
tequila in succession, cringed at the strength, and sucked on a
wedge of lime before announcing, “Woooo!” Shortly after, she
decided to call it a night. She pulled on her jacket and pushed out
into the darkness.
    Daniel followed right behind—his last square
of gum going into his mouth.
    “So,” she said once they were clear of the
bar’s noise and smoke. “I guess you just might be the best. Did you
have to pull a Robin Hood on that last leg of the game? Made me
look bad.”
    He chuckled at her saucy pout. “You were
showing off, Lana. Had to take you down a peg. You can have a
rematch.”
    “I’ll take a rain check. Gotta get back to
campus—early class…” she trailed off.
    He didn’t make a move, the second-hand
confidence from the bar now absent. Chances of getting laid—30%
and falling.
    Lana stuck out her hand. “Glad I met you,
Danny Gilbert. You take care.”
    He nodded, returned the gesture mechanically,
his brain occupied with cursing his cowardice. “You, too, Lana.”
They stood for a moment, hands locked, before he tugged her closer,
leaned down to risk a peck to her mouth. Her free arm snaked around
his neck, and he took the hint, kissed her deeper. When they pulled
apart her eyes were closed and she hummed, dragged her tongue over
her lips.
    “Let me…walk you to your car.” He said it
nervously, as though a different man inhabited the body of the one
she’d pulled into a dart game a couple of hours before.
    “Is that what you really want, Danny? To get
me safely to my car and watch me drive away?” He