it was like swallowing an aphrodisiac. He kept saying her name, over and over, in a tone of voice that made her feel so desired, so…adored.
She licked and sucked every bit of him that she could get, repeatedly milking the thick vein on the underside of his cock. He began to flinch as the head of his dick became overly sensitive, but she continued to torment him until he was once again hard. By this point, he was resting his head on his forearms as long and drawn out groans poured from him in an almost continuous stream.
Leaning back on her haunches, Emma placed her hands on her thighs in an effort to hide their trembling, flinching at the wetness of the lube on her gloves. She was drunk on him, high on the massive endorphin punch of his submission. Glad he hadn’t seen her waver, she peeled the gloves off and placed them over to the side for the cleaning crew to take care of. The scent of Ryan’s musk tickled her senses and it took her more than a few moments to gather herself enough to stand and not launch herself on him.
Moving to his side, she smoothed her hand over his sweat-dampened back, enjoying the hard muscles flexing in response to her soothing caress.
“You may open your eyes.”
He slowly raised his head and the hunger in his gaze had Emma’s womb contracting. “Thank you, Mistress. That was…amazing.”
The need to touch him, to connect with him, compelled her to hold out her hand.
“Come with me.”
They both laughed when his legs nearly collapsed as he stood. She helped him find his footing before handing him a towel and watching him clean himself with a hint of embarrassment that she found highly erotic.
“Are you okay to walk?”
He nodded and looked down at her, making her aware of how easily he could physically overcome her. Dominating Alpha males was a thrill that always got to her, but combined with the fact that this was Ryan, and Emma was fairly trembling with need. Moving a step closer, he knelt before her, kissed her feet and rubbed his face against her calves like a big cat. The submissive’s need to please and show his gratitude had her smoothing her hands over his bald head as he kissed his way up her legs.
Before he could reach her pussy, which was begging for release, she gently pushed him away and took a step back. If he touched her she’d never be able to walk away. “Our time is over, Ryan. I’ll take you back to the foyer so you can get dressed.”
“Let me clean you, Mistress, please. I need to taste you.”
“No, Ryan. We’ll discuss ways you can earn a taste at our next session.”
Shit, she hadn’t meant to say that!
The words had just slipped out and she swallowed hard, trying to hide her panic. “That is, if I agree to another session.”
“Mistress, I will do whatever you wish. Just please, don’t turn me away.”
The desperate look in his eyes devastated her. She didn’t want this to be the last time she saw him. The very idea sent a painful ache through her chest and she tried to stay strong. “We’ll see.”
Her heart hammered as she gave him an abrupt nod. Unease twisted through her as she considered the ramifications of what had happened here tonight. He’d gotten dangerously close to taking their scene beyond business to real, intimate pleasure, just through the gift of his submission. It had been a long time since she’d connected with a sub on all levels, and she realized that she was starving for Ryan’s attention, for his touch. She tried to tell herself that the only thing Ryan wanted out of this was a sexual relationship, but her gut told her differently. The affectionate way he looked at her left little doubt in her mind about his feelings for her, and every time their gazes met, she was filled with warmth. When they left the room, the cool air of the hallway made her aware of how very wet she was.
Emma was by no means ashamed of her nudity or sexuality. She was, however, a little irritated with the receptionist’s glance and
She licked and sucked every bit of him that she could get, repeatedly milking the thick vein on the underside of his cock. He began to flinch as the head of his dick became overly sensitive, but she continued to torment him until he was once again hard. By this point, he was resting his head on his forearms as long and drawn out groans poured from him in an almost continuous stream.
Leaning back on her haunches, Emma placed her hands on her thighs in an effort to hide their trembling, flinching at the wetness of the lube on her gloves. She was drunk on him, high on the massive endorphin punch of his submission. Glad he hadn’t seen her waver, she peeled the gloves off and placed them over to the side for the cleaning crew to take care of. The scent of Ryan’s musk tickled her senses and it took her more than a few moments to gather herself enough to stand and not launch herself on him.
Moving to his side, she smoothed her hand over his sweat-dampened back, enjoying the hard muscles flexing in response to her soothing caress.
“You may open your eyes.”
He slowly raised his head and the hunger in his gaze had Emma’s womb contracting. “Thank you, Mistress. That was…amazing.”
The need to touch him, to connect with him, compelled her to hold out her hand.
“Come with me.”
They both laughed when his legs nearly collapsed as he stood. She helped him find his footing before handing him a towel and watching him clean himself with a hint of embarrassment that she found highly erotic.
“Are you okay to walk?”
He nodded and looked down at her, making her aware of how easily he could physically overcome her. Dominating Alpha males was a thrill that always got to her, but combined with the fact that this was Ryan, and Emma was fairly trembling with need. Moving a step closer, he knelt before her, kissed her feet and rubbed his face against her calves like a big cat. The submissive’s need to please and show his gratitude had her smoothing her hands over his bald head as he kissed his way up her legs.
Before he could reach her pussy, which was begging for release, she gently pushed him away and took a step back. If he touched her she’d never be able to walk away. “Our time is over, Ryan. I’ll take you back to the foyer so you can get dressed.”
“Let me clean you, Mistress, please. I need to taste you.”
“No, Ryan. We’ll discuss ways you can earn a taste at our next session.”
Shit, she hadn’t meant to say that!
The words had just slipped out and she swallowed hard, trying to hide her panic. “That is, if I agree to another session.”
“Mistress, I will do whatever you wish. Just please, don’t turn me away.”
The desperate look in his eyes devastated her. She didn’t want this to be the last time she saw him. The very idea sent a painful ache through her chest and she tried to stay strong. “We’ll see.”
Her heart hammered as she gave him an abrupt nod. Unease twisted through her as she considered the ramifications of what had happened here tonight. He’d gotten dangerously close to taking their scene beyond business to real, intimate pleasure, just through the gift of his submission. It had been a long time since she’d connected with a sub on all levels, and she realized that she was starving for Ryan’s attention, for his touch. She tried to tell herself that the only thing Ryan wanted out of this was a sexual relationship, but her gut told her differently. The affectionate way he looked at her left little doubt in her mind about his feelings for her, and every time their gazes met, she was filled with warmth. When they left the room, the cool air of the hallway made her aware of how very wet she was.
Emma was by no means ashamed of her nudity or sexuality. She was, however, a little irritated with the receptionist’s glance and
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