Model Fantasy by Abby Gordon

the Dom, the sub actually retains control. One word from the sub and it’s over. If the Dom is worth his or her salt, the scene ends immediately. The sub has to completely trust that the Dom will honor the safe word. If there is no trust, there’s no point in doing anything at all.”
    “Sounds a lot like life in general,” whispered Francine. “Except for the part about honor and…what is a safe word? I don’t have one.”
    “A safe word is what the sub says if there is any pain, if things get too intense or the Dom goes beyond what they agreed on. And you’re right. You don’t have a safe word. Yet.” He trailed his fingers along her face. “That’s my fault. I lost all control when I saw you tied up on the bed.” He smiled as his semi-erect cock hardened more at the memory. “I seem to be doing that a lot with you.”
    “You hear me complaining?” She smiled, one hand stroking over his chest and abdomen. Her long fingers wrapped around his growing erection. “Although, I might start wondering if you’re on medication. I’ve never heard of a man getting hard again this quickly after sex.”
    “Must be the woman I’m with,” he commented, eyes on the pale fingers stroking his dick. “To be perfectly honest, I’m setting a few personal records.”
    Something very much like a purr came from her throat.
    “You do say the perfect things to make a woman feel wanted,” she told him. “So? Do I get a safe word? Or should I make you lose control again?”
    Grant opened his mouth. Before he could manage any intelligent words, she slithered down his body and pushed him onto his back. Her warm breath heated his cock a split second before she took him in her mouth.
    “Oh, my God,” he groaned.
    Francine maneuvered her body between his legs and indulged herself. What the hell was happening to her? She’d never liked giving head before, but now she couldn’t stop! Had to be the man, she decided. Had to be…because the first time with this man had been after he’d given her four orgasms in a row, plus the one when he’d first come to her. Because he had put her pleasure first and all she could think of was giving him the same thing. Something told her he was a man who put his submissive first. The sub’s needs and pleasure. The sub’s discipline and punishment. He put all of that before what he needed.
    It didn’t make sense to her. Surely he needed to be stroked and taken care of. He needed to be pleasured and made to feel needed. So she would do that. To him. For him. He was bringing her sexual fantasies to life and she would do the same for him. It hadn’t taken her long in the other room to realize how much he’d enjoyed having his throbbing length in her mouth. His hands in her hair had tightened so much there’d been tears in her eyes. But his obvious pleasure and the feel of his rush in her throat had been more than worth it. It was a newfound power for her. And somehow she thought she understood the relationship he’d been describing.
    As she pulled him further into her mouth, she could see his hands fisting the sheets. Under her hands, the muscles in his thighs trembled as if he was trying to hold back, to control himself. Oh, no! She wanted that animal back. The caveman who’d fucked her wildly within moments of seeing her. Her fingers caressed his thighs, lightly tugging on the crisp dark hairs before one hand circled the base of his cock. Her other hand caressed his muscular torso, her fingernails gently raking over his chest. He hissed slightly when she flicked his nipples. The first drops leaked out and she hollowed her cheeks trying to push him over the edge.
    “No!” he shouted, grabbing her shoulders. He pulled her up along his body so her legs fell on either side of him. “Ride me,” he commanded in a hoarse voice. “Let me see you ride me.” He took a deep breath and she watched him regain control. “Get a condom.”
    Nodding, she reached into the partially opened drawer