Page 118 of Her Sloth

“Mhhhhm,” I breathe out as I slide slowly into her. “You feel fucking amazing.”

She giggles like a nervous teenager, allowing me to grow into something more dominant. Something who guides. And while I detest any sort of responsibility, this here, right this moment, feels right. So right it opens my heart and turns off my mind.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” I say, remove my hand, lick her juices off my fingers, and then slide my hand back into her pants.

“You’re fucking insane,” she says.

“No,” I say with a deep chuckle. “Insane would be to tell you that I can’t wait to put you in your place kneeling in front of me, chained up while I strap in and then deep throat you.”

“I’d say you better turn up a notch,” she says playfully, getting more daring. “Because I’m not a dog who does what it’s told.”

I expected everything. From shy giggling to blushing to total aversion. But not this.

“You will for me,” I say, suddenly very aware of myself, entering her with my fingers again.

“What makes you so sure?” she asks me while I slide in and out of her.

She gasps.

Moans.

I kiss her neck.

Trail of to her ear.

“Because you like to be told what to do,” I whisper in her ear. “And when you trust me enough to allow me to do so, it will be the most liberating thing you have ever experienced.”

I don’t fasten my movement, but intensify it in its extent.

I breathe against her skin.

She rolls her hips in the same rhythm of my movement.

“Tell me what you want to do with me,” she says between two gasps. A request I happily provide.

“I’d start in the morning by having breakfast in bed,” I say. “Champagne sucked directly from your pussy. After I’m done, I’d tell you to please me in the shower. I really like you kneeling for me, glancing up into my eyes while your tongue wanders down to my clit.”

She gasps in.

Shivers from the arousal.

But I am not done with her.

“Afterward, I’d tell you to get dressed, because I want some fucking adrenaline. We’ll race to that epic spot in the mountains where we park. You’re angry because I beat you once more. You hit me. I hit you back. We fight until I lie on you, one hand around your throat, the other holding your hands above your head while my knee pushes against your pussy.”

Her core burns my fingers as I slide out and in again.

“Hhhhhrrrgm,” she moans out, trembling in waves.

“I’d pin your hands to the ground so you can’t move, kiss you, then whisper darkly in your ear—” I trail to her ear— “You’ll be a good pet,” I whisper. “And if you are, I am going to make you come five times in a row.”

She rolls her hips so hard now that I don’t even have to move my hand much anymore. She is getting herself off with my hand.

Fucking epic.

“What do you want me to do?” she asks between fastened breaths.

“I am going to sit on your face,” I say. “And you will fuck me with your tongue.”