Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica by Rachel Kramer Bussel, Sinclair Sexsmith, Miriam Zoila Perez, Wendi Kali, Gigi Frost, BB Rydell, Amelia Thornton, Dilo Keith, Vie La Guerre, Anna Watson Page B
Authors: Rachel Kramer Bussel, Sinclair Sexsmith, Miriam Zoila Perez, Wendi Kali, Gigi Frost, BB Rydell, Amelia Thornton, Dilo Keith, Vie La Guerre, Anna Watson
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floor, my six-inch work heels bent neatly underneath me, my fingers clinging to your muscular thighs beneath the dull sheen of leather. Your hand tightly grips my hair, forcing my neck back, making me moan so softly in appreciation.
“You gonna show me what a good little cocksucker you are, baby girl?”
I just nod, wide-eyed, my mind filled with the image of your dick rammed down my throat, how hot that makes me, how much I want you. With one hand you unbutton your fly, take out the gleaming length of black silicone I love so much, with the other you start stroking my hair again, in that way that simultaneously arouses and disconcerts me. The blunt tip of your cockhead is so close to my mouth now I could reach out and touch it if I just darted my tongue out, my eyes still fixated on you above me, looking down at your girl. With a gentle nod of your head, you beckon me forward, my painted lips closing around the smooth jet-black surface, pulling back to leave it shining with my spit.
I have tried to understand why it is I love sucking your cock so much. My exes used to freak out about it, tell me it was some kind of patriarchal mind fuck I was into, tell me I should just go get with a guy if that was the kind of weird shit I got off on. I am so glad I don’t need to think about that anymore, so glad I can lose myself in the feelings it brings me, knowing you understand it and need it just as much as I do. The way the thickness of the silicone fills up my mouth soothes me somehow, a relaxing expansion against my palate, firm and solid yet still yielding to me, an extension of you that is you when you’re wearing it, and isn’t you as soon as you take it off. It feels somehow primal, to be so lost in something so simple, and I love the way my mind can just go calm as soon as I taste the rubber on my tongue.
But most of all, I love the way you look when I’m doing it. The way your head rolls back just that little bit when I grip the base and grind it into your clit as the tip of it nudges against my throat, stretching the tendons of your neck in a way that makes me want to jump right up there and run my tongue along them. The way you breathe, hard and heavy, your eyes glinting with lust as you watch yourself fuck my mouth, biting your lip as I moan just a little, my eyelids fluttering open and shut as I take just a little more of you than my gag reflex thinks I can. Right now, I can see my reflection in the mirrored walls of my dungeon, my lipstick smeared across my cheeks, hair tangled in your strong fingers, abandoned and passionate and completely devoted to you. I have never felt so beautiful.
“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” I can hear you murmur, your voice low and throaty, catching just a little as I push that bit harder against your clit. “You look so pretty like this, you know? Giving it up for me. I know you need this, babydoll. I know you need it… Now get that sweet little ass of yours back up on the bench.”
I actually whimper as you pull your dick out of my mouth. Whimper. Man, I would slap some sense into myself if I ever saw me on the street, except for the fact there’s quite frankly nothing in the world I want more right now than to feel you inside me, however that is, wherever that is. I know better than to question you, though, even if I do wonder what else there is left in my dungeon for you to hit me with. I obediently get myself back into position, my arms outstretched to feel the leather of the cuffs close around them, but you don’t even try to restrain me. You just run your hands protectively over the marks you have just made, almost as if surveying them, admiring them with pride. Then you say those words I have been aching to hear.
“You want it, pretty baby? You want me to fuck you good and hard, now you’ve been such a good girl for me?”
“Yes, yes, please yes…” My voice is a strangled gasp, desperate and pleading, relieved to at last feel some kind of release for this, the
“You gonna show me what a good little cocksucker you are, baby girl?”
I just nod, wide-eyed, my mind filled with the image of your dick rammed down my throat, how hot that makes me, how much I want you. With one hand you unbutton your fly, take out the gleaming length of black silicone I love so much, with the other you start stroking my hair again, in that way that simultaneously arouses and disconcerts me. The blunt tip of your cockhead is so close to my mouth now I could reach out and touch it if I just darted my tongue out, my eyes still fixated on you above me, looking down at your girl. With a gentle nod of your head, you beckon me forward, my painted lips closing around the smooth jet-black surface, pulling back to leave it shining with my spit.
I have tried to understand why it is I love sucking your cock so much. My exes used to freak out about it, tell me it was some kind of patriarchal mind fuck I was into, tell me I should just go get with a guy if that was the kind of weird shit I got off on. I am so glad I don’t need to think about that anymore, so glad I can lose myself in the feelings it brings me, knowing you understand it and need it just as much as I do. The way the thickness of the silicone fills up my mouth soothes me somehow, a relaxing expansion against my palate, firm and solid yet still yielding to me, an extension of you that is you when you’re wearing it, and isn’t you as soon as you take it off. It feels somehow primal, to be so lost in something so simple, and I love the way my mind can just go calm as soon as I taste the rubber on my tongue.
But most of all, I love the way you look when I’m doing it. The way your head rolls back just that little bit when I grip the base and grind it into your clit as the tip of it nudges against my throat, stretching the tendons of your neck in a way that makes me want to jump right up there and run my tongue along them. The way you breathe, hard and heavy, your eyes glinting with lust as you watch yourself fuck my mouth, biting your lip as I moan just a little, my eyelids fluttering open and shut as I take just a little more of you than my gag reflex thinks I can. Right now, I can see my reflection in the mirrored walls of my dungeon, my lipstick smeared across my cheeks, hair tangled in your strong fingers, abandoned and passionate and completely devoted to you. I have never felt so beautiful.
“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” I can hear you murmur, your voice low and throaty, catching just a little as I push that bit harder against your clit. “You look so pretty like this, you know? Giving it up for me. I know you need this, babydoll. I know you need it… Now get that sweet little ass of yours back up on the bench.”
I actually whimper as you pull your dick out of my mouth. Whimper. Man, I would slap some sense into myself if I ever saw me on the street, except for the fact there’s quite frankly nothing in the world I want more right now than to feel you inside me, however that is, wherever that is. I know better than to question you, though, even if I do wonder what else there is left in my dungeon for you to hit me with. I obediently get myself back into position, my arms outstretched to feel the leather of the cuffs close around them, but you don’t even try to restrain me. You just run your hands protectively over the marks you have just made, almost as if surveying them, admiring them with pride. Then you say those words I have been aching to hear.
“You want it, pretty baby? You want me to fuck you good and hard, now you’ve been such a good girl for me?”
“Yes, yes, please yes…” My voice is a strangled gasp, desperate and pleading, relieved to at last feel some kind of release for this, the
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