Three-way Tie by Sierra Cartwright Page B

He extinguished the lamp.
    “There’s nothing wrong with my mouth, Sir. Let me suck you.” Without permission, she rolled back over. She reached for his belt buckle.
    “You’re insatiable.”
    “Yes. For you. Sir.”
    Since he didn’t stop her, she undid the snap at his waist and then pulled down his zipper.
    His cock was already swelling, making it difficult to open the fly.
    Without speaking, he toed off his boots and shucked his pants and socks. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and allowed it to fall to the floor.
    In typical Dom fashion, he didn’t allow her the upper hand for long.
    He lifted her from the bed and deposited her on the floor. “Kneel, sub. Hands behind your head. Open your mouth.”
    She looked up at him. What had she got herself into? She imagined she’d picked up a stick and poked at a tiger.
    “Open your mouth,” he repeated.
    She did.
    “Wider.”
    He moved in closer and she inhaled the musky scent of his masculinity. Heaven help her, he was sexy.
    He used his cock to smack her face. “I don’t like being manipulated.”
    She closed her eyes and remained in position. Another lesson learnt, another reminder he wasn’t like any other man she’d been with.
    He slapped her mouth with his penis. “How does that feel?”
    “It reminds me I’m a sub, Sir.”
    “Don’t forget it.”
    Before she got in trouble and needed to be disciplined, she opened her mouth. She’d learnt she preferred to be beaten than punished. She’d rather he fuck her than put her on her knees and ignore her.
    He fed his cockhead into her mouth.
    Before she could close around his circumference, he took hold of her hair and pulled her head back. “I’ll tell you when to suck.”
    She blinked.
    He guided her back to his hard cock. With her hands behind her neck and his fist gripping her hair, she’d be unable to control the depth of his thrust or how long he’d be inside her. A frisson of unease made her cunt dry.
    “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
    She’d been afraid of that.
    He thrust forward and held her head in place.
    The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. Before she could gag, he eased out. But before she could recover, he moved forward again.
    He jerked his hips again and again. He shoved his cock deep into her throat. Her eyes watered. Her shoulders shook. Her jaw ached. It was all she could do to keep her hands behind her head as he mastered her completely.
    “Now, sub, suck my dick. Lick my balls. You’ve got two minutes to make me come.”
    Her whole body shook. She’d never experienced anything like this. It humbled her.
    She quickly dropped her hands. He never released his grip on her hair, but she licked him and sucked him, worshipped him with her mouth. She moistened her index finger and pressed it against the entrance to his anus.
    He jerked forward and she inserted her finger deeper.
    “Jesus,” he managed.
    Emboldened, she licked his shaven scrotum.
    She used her free hand to stroke and squeeze his length as she licked his glans, pleasuring him rather than being punished.
    His cock thickened.
    She pushed her fingertip against his prostate.
    He groaned. His body stiffened. Then she felt the tell-tale pulse before his seed spilled in her mouth.
    She had taken less than the allotted two minutes, if her internal clock was any guide. She smiled in self-satisfaction.
    Slowly, as he softened, she withdrew her finger.
    “I’m not finished with you yet, sexy little sub.”
    Before she figured out his intention, he picked her up and dumped her on her back on the bed.
    He grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
    “You…” She licked her upper lip, tasting his saltiness again. “It’s not possible, Sir.”
    “I assure you it is.”
    More than ever, with that determined gleam in his eyes, she was reminded of an outlaw pirate.
    He parted her legs and tongued her cunt.
    She thrashed about. She knew better than to give into the need to climax, but the urge was there, just below