Free Pleasure and Danger by Harlem Dae Page B

Sir, I promise.”
    He frowned.
    “What?” I asked.
    “I’ve just given you permission to have an orgasm, there is something you must say.”
    Was there? Shit. I couldn’t think. I racked my brains and it came to me. “Thank you, Sir, thank you for allowing me to come.”
    He nodded, seriously, then pushed me down the bed, spreading his legs as I went so I could kneel between them. He kept hold of my hair, effectively using that to position me.
    Excitement swirled up inside me, from my clit to the top of my head. My mouth was watering. My pussy hammering.
    “Open up,” he said, tensing his abs as he stared down at me. “Open up and take me.”
    I did as he’d asked, stretching my jaw wide and not removing my attention from his eyes.
    He pushed my head closer to his cock, slowly, agonizingly slowly. I stuck out my tongue, waiting to welcome his glans.
    “Ah, yeah, dirty slut,” he groaned, touching the tip of his cock to my bottom lip. “Give me a lick, get your first taste of your Master.”
    I didn’t need asking twice. His slit was hot and wet, glossy with a first dot of pre-cum that I scooped up to let the salty, thick taste of him spread over my tongue.
    “Open,” he said again, sharper this time. “Now.”
    I did as he’d instructed then shot my hand to my pussy.
    Fiddling to set up a good pressure on my clit, I was aware of him locking his knees around my ribs, holding me tight within the cradle of his legs.
    “You’re going to take me all, okay, and I’m going to fuck your mouth the way I’d fuck my own hand. I don’t wank like a fairy, you know. I like it hard, firm, rough, so if you hate it you must slap my stomach three times, okay?”
    I nodded but I knew I wouldn’t have to slap him. The idea of Gabriel fucking my mouth with the same furious determination he fisted himself to completion was a complete turn on. I knew I could cope with it. I could handle whatever he gave me.
    “Deep breath,” he said, his abs like a row of cobbles now. He was so tense holding himself at such a strained, half abdominal-crunch angle.
    I pulled in air through my wide mouth and, as my lungs expanded, he pushed me onto his cock. The rigid shaft smoothed over my tongue, the soft glans hit the back of my throat and his pubic hair touched my chin.
    Hurriedly I shunted three fingers into my pussy and caught my clit with the hard swell of my palm. He tasted divine and his cock was the perfect shape for my mouth.
    He pulled my head back, still using the firm grip he had on my bunched-up hair. Mouth empty, I stared up at him. His eyes were wide, as if he were taking in everything he was seeing and storing it in some special place.
    I was certainly feeling a nice heat building in my special place.
    “Again,” he said, nostrils flaring. “Fucking hell, again.”
    He shifted me onto his cock once more, deeper this time, and I had to battle with my gag reflex, and shut my eyes tight to cope.
    “Ah, yeah, you love it, submitting to me, don’t you?”
    I couldn’t answer. But yes, I did love it—but that didn’t make me his sub.
    “Get yourself off, quickly, we have jobs to do,” he said, rushing to pull me almost off his cock then sliding me back down it.
    I groaned in pleasure, climbing the first steps to an orgasm. It wouldn’t take me long. Being held so firmly by Gabriel, and having given up my control over what we did and how we did it, was making me light. I felt as though I had not a care in the world and satisfaction, his and mine, was all that mattered.
    “Oh, yeah, ripple your tongue around my cock. Like that, yeah, like that… Jesus, sub, you’ve got the knack. Damn, you’re so good at that…and…and you’re taking it, doing it…oh, fuck…”
    It thrilled me to please him. I increased the tension of my tongue and accepted each thrust of his cock into my mouth. I timed the pounding of my pussy to his pistoning movements of my head. I was getting dizzy, high on life, high on belonging to Gabriel