slick palms on her
knees. She waited patiently, expectantly, for his next command.
“Unzip my fly. Take out my cock and stroke me.”
“Here?” She glanced nervously at the blacked-out partition.
Surely the driver would hear them.
“Ruby,” he growled.
He spoke her name as an admonishment. She flushed and
whispered, “Okay.” He clasped her wrists, stilling her movements. She tried to
wriggle free but he was strong. Very strong. The power in his grasp sent
shivers through her.
His grip bit into her skin. “Address me properly.”
“Yes Sir.” The chastisement seeped into her soul. She didn’t
want to disappoint him but it had been awhile and she was rusty.
“Good girl. Continue.”
Eager to please, to perform her first task well, she flipped
open the button on his slacks and pulled down his fly. She parted the woolen
material and gasped.
His cock lay long and thick along his thigh.
She’d never really had a cock fetish but his was a thing of
beauty. The skin across his balls pulled tight as they nestled in dark, crisp
hairs. He was trimmed and tidy—something she admired.
The bulbous head strained, purple and angry. She’d barely
touched him and he looked ready to explode.
She’d never wanted to taste something so much. He’d slide
down her throat and she’d relish the salty taste of his pre-cum on her tongue.
Her clit hammered like a drumbeat.
With her confidence boosted, she traced the veins and his
cock twitched. He hissed and she glanced at him.
“See what effect you have on me?” He tangled a fist in her
hair. “Take me in your mouth.”
He guided her down but she didn’t need any encouragement.
She was eager to taste him. Needed to.
She parted her lips and licked the head, swiped the tip with
her tongue. His scent burst across her senses. Clean. Male. Exactly as she’d
predicted. Ruby inhaled, wrapped herself in his masculinity.
She swallowed. Hints of the shower gel he’d used tickled at
the back of her nose—bergamot. Man and sexy. Everything about him was an
aphrodisiac.
“Ruby,” he groaned.
His husky, almost desperate tone spurred her on. She sucked
him a few inches before using the underside of her tongue to lick her way back.
It took a few tries before she swallowed him to the root.
He hit the back of her throat and she gagged but didn’t
release. She was a good submissive. She wanted to prove how good she could be
to him and to herself.
“Jesus, you’re amazing. Such a good little cocksucker.” He
cupped her chin. “A good submissive.”
She preened at his praise. Her pulse pounded in an excited
rhythm that matched her beating clit.
She began to move, bobbing her head up and down, twisting
and turning, varying her movements. As she felt him swell, she moaned and the
vibrations on his cock made him push his hips to meet her.
He filled her, overwhelmed her. She needed him to come,
needed to feel the sticky nectar sliding down her throat as evidence of a job
well done.
“Touch yourself.”
She stroked her slit. The sensitive hood of her clit
quivered at the intimate contact. She was so wet. Dripping and aroused beyond
belief. A few hard flicks and she’d come.
“Stop. Don’t come.”
She stopped because he commanded it. If her mouth hadn’t
been full of Joshua’s cock, she might have answered with a, “Yes Sir.”
“Keep sucking me, Ruby. Keep me on the edge.”
She wanted to feel him in her hand. She cupped his balls and
squeezed gently as she pleasured him.
What a slut, sucking someone off in the back of a limo.
She didn’t care. She was overtaken by him. Swept away by
excitement and pleasure. This was one of the reasons she hadn’t looked for
another Dominant—she was scared of losing control. Of falling down the rabbit
hole and never finding her way back. If the next man she got involved with
screwed her over, she doubted she could piece herself back together.
With Joshua, she wanted to try. She wanted to be
overwhelmed. He called to her
knees. She waited patiently, expectantly, for his next command.
“Unzip my fly. Take out my cock and stroke me.”
“Here?” She glanced nervously at the blacked-out partition.
Surely the driver would hear them.
“Ruby,” he growled.
He spoke her name as an admonishment. She flushed and
whispered, “Okay.” He clasped her wrists, stilling her movements. She tried to
wriggle free but he was strong. Very strong. The power in his grasp sent
shivers through her.
His grip bit into her skin. “Address me properly.”
“Yes Sir.” The chastisement seeped into her soul. She didn’t
want to disappoint him but it had been awhile and she was rusty.
“Good girl. Continue.”
Eager to please, to perform her first task well, she flipped
open the button on his slacks and pulled down his fly. She parted the woolen
material and gasped.
His cock lay long and thick along his thigh.
She’d never really had a cock fetish but his was a thing of
beauty. The skin across his balls pulled tight as they nestled in dark, crisp
hairs. He was trimmed and tidy—something she admired.
The bulbous head strained, purple and angry. She’d barely
touched him and he looked ready to explode.
She’d never wanted to taste something so much. He’d slide
down her throat and she’d relish the salty taste of his pre-cum on her tongue.
Her clit hammered like a drumbeat.
With her confidence boosted, she traced the veins and his
cock twitched. He hissed and she glanced at him.
“See what effect you have on me?” He tangled a fist in her
hair. “Take me in your mouth.”
He guided her down but she didn’t need any encouragement.
She was eager to taste him. Needed to.
She parted her lips and licked the head, swiped the tip with
her tongue. His scent burst across her senses. Clean. Male. Exactly as she’d
predicted. Ruby inhaled, wrapped herself in his masculinity.
She swallowed. Hints of the shower gel he’d used tickled at
the back of her nose—bergamot. Man and sexy. Everything about him was an
aphrodisiac.
“Ruby,” he groaned.
His husky, almost desperate tone spurred her on. She sucked
him a few inches before using the underside of her tongue to lick her way back.
It took a few tries before she swallowed him to the root.
He hit the back of her throat and she gagged but didn’t
release. She was a good submissive. She wanted to prove how good she could be
to him and to herself.
“Jesus, you’re amazing. Such a good little cocksucker.” He
cupped her chin. “A good submissive.”
She preened at his praise. Her pulse pounded in an excited
rhythm that matched her beating clit.
She began to move, bobbing her head up and down, twisting
and turning, varying her movements. As she felt him swell, she moaned and the
vibrations on his cock made him push his hips to meet her.
He filled her, overwhelmed her. She needed him to come,
needed to feel the sticky nectar sliding down her throat as evidence of a job
well done.
“Touch yourself.”
She stroked her slit. The sensitive hood of her clit
quivered at the intimate contact. She was so wet. Dripping and aroused beyond
belief. A few hard flicks and she’d come.
“Stop. Don’t come.”
She stopped because he commanded it. If her mouth hadn’t
been full of Joshua’s cock, she might have answered with a, “Yes Sir.”
“Keep sucking me, Ruby. Keep me on the edge.”
She wanted to feel him in her hand. She cupped his balls and
squeezed gently as she pleasured him.
What a slut, sucking someone off in the back of a limo.
She didn’t care. She was overtaken by him. Swept away by
excitement and pleasure. This was one of the reasons she hadn’t looked for
another Dominant—she was scared of losing control. Of falling down the rabbit
hole and never finding her way back. If the next man she got involved with
screwed her over, she doubted she could piece herself back together.
With Joshua, she wanted to try. She wanted to be
overwhelmed. He called to her
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