Free Pleasure and Danger by Harlem Dae Page A

“There, problem solved. Now try.”
    I pressed my fingers to my clit, squashing the heel of my hand over my mound. I was hot and wet, in need of his attention.
    “Please, Sir, I’ve woken up needing you, wanting you… Please.” I knew that was better, I’d heard the plea in my voice, it was real, I hadn’t had to fake it.
    He gave me a lopsided smile and propped his head on his hand, his elbow sinking deep into the dark pillow. He had an adorable sleep crease on his cheek and his hair was cutely tousled. “Mmm, you’re getting there. Now, tell me why you think you deserve my dick.”
    “Because…because I did everything you told me, last night, in the cage. I was a good…” My words trailed off. He wanted me to say I was his sub, but I was no one’s sub. Well, I had been his, in the scene last night. It was what he’d wanted, I’d tried the hat on and it had fitted fine. Perhaps I should just say it again right now. To get what I needed, a means to an end as it were.
    “You were a good what?” he asked in a patient voice, as if he had all the time in the world to steal the words from me.
    I didn’t have oodles of time. I wanted him in me. Now. “I was a good sub, last night. I did what you wanted.”
    “Sir.”
    “I did what you wanted, Sir .”
    “You did very well, but I also think you got what you wanted too.”
    “Yes, oh yes, but…”
    “But?” His eyebrows shot up.
    “But dawn has broken and today is a new day. A new beginning for us to explore our fantasies, our darkest desires, and, Sir, I can’t wait to get on with them.”
    He smiled at that. A proper grin that lit his face. “Me neither. In fact, we will start right now, as you suggested.”
    Thank the dear Lord above. “Yes, okay.” I sidled up to him and started to fling my leg over his body again with every intention of sinking him deep and riding to an intense climax.
    “Oh, no you don’t, you badly behaved little sub. I call the shots. I’m in charge. Not you.” He pushed me off then threw the duvet to the base of the bed.
    Despite my chagrin, I couldn’t help but admire the way his cock poled straight upright. It was a wonderful dusky color and the morning shadows caressed it the way I wanted my pussy to.
    He reached for me, slid his fingers over my head then gathered my hair into a tight ponytail in both of his hands.
    I hissed in discomfort when he pulled and pulled, my scalp screaming from the torment of it.
    “Do you know what I want?” he asked.
    “To tease me?” I paused. “Sir.”
    His eyes were glinting now. He was clearly getting aroused by my cheek, my resistance to conform.
    “No, not tease, that’s not my intention, although it may be on other occasions. But this morning I need to call work and make my excuses for the day. I also need to make us a decent breakfast—we’re going to need our energy for what we have planned.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Thank goodness he was still up for creating my dirty alley fantasy.
    “So what I need right this minute”—he angled my face down so I was staring at his erection—“is for you to suck my dick. Make me come good and fast, sub, so I can get on with organizing our day.”
    I licked my lips. It wasn’t what I’d intended exactly, but the thought of tasting him and sliding his thick cock into my mouth certainly appealed. And if he kept a tight, sharp hold on my hair as he did it, then all the better.
    “What are you waiting for?” he snapped.
    “Nothing, I…”
    “Suck my cock, Isabella, and suck it like you love it.”
    “I do love it, Sir.”
    “What do you love? My cock or sucking cock?”
    “Both, your cock and sucking, so I would imagine, Sir, that sucking your cock will be perfect, and if I may, I’d like to make myself come, too, while you’re deep in my throat.”
    “Good girl, you’re learning, and yes, since you asked so nicely you may masturbate while you give me head, but as long as it doesn’t disturb your rhythm.”
    “It won’t,