I was instantly wet, my arousal fueled by his dirty words and his dominance.
I got into position, which put my pussy on display for him. He stood at the end of the bed, simply staring between my legs. Although it turned me on, I also felt a modicum of modesty. I had to fight the urge to cover myself.
“You have a beautiful pussy, little one. Don’t ever feel the need to cover it. It pleases me to see those puffy lips and soft, pink center.”
His praise melted me.
He proceeded to remove his shirt as he spoke. “Mostly, it pleases me to see you wet and eager for my mouth.”
Well, he was getting that in spades.
My attention drifted to the hard planes and angles of his chest. My fingers itched to touch, but I didn’t dare move, not wanting to break the spell. I wasn’t sure if this was the prelude to a sexy blow job or if he was going to feast on me. Either way, I was enjoying it.
When he started moving toward me, my legs trembled. And when his knee rested on the bed, my blood surged in my veins. My pussy was so wet I could feel the trickle of my juices. I craved his tongue on my clit, but I kept that to myself.
“I’m gonna feast on you for a while. Only when you think I’ve had my fill are you allowed to come.”
Oh, crap. That seemed like a tall order. How in the world would I know when he was ready for me to come?
The warmth of his breath fanned the eager place between my legs, and I inhaled deeply, trying to prepare myself for the pleasure of his wicked mouth. Master took one long lick between my legs, pulling a moan from me. The soft rasp of his tongue was heaven.
He took his time, licking and nipping, not giving any attention to my clit whatsoever. It allowed my arousal to slowly build. When Master’s tongue finally flicked my clit, I jerked and twitched, the powerful sensation making my insides quiver. The more he did that, the more time he spent tormenting my clit, the harder it became to hold back. I couldn’t tell if he was ready for me to come, and I wanted to please him. Considering the overwhelming pleasure he was gifting me with, I felt it was only fair.
Master’s hands pressed down on the insides of my thighs, forcing me open even more as he pressed his mouth fully between my legs, his lips suckling my clit. Unable to move, I couldn’t stop the pressure from building inside me.
“Oh, God!” An electric current of energy shot from my clit to my womb, then radiated out in all directions as I came hard and fast.
When Master lifted his head and licked his lips, he looked pleased.
“Thank you, Master,” I said on a rush of air. “That was…amazing.”
“My pleasure, pet. My absolute pleasure.”
•
Per Master’s instructions, I showered, then did my hair and makeup. He had mentioned laying my clothes out, so I donned a towel while I did all of that, then went into the bedroom to see what he had selected for me. Knowing I was going to meet their mother and father, I was curious as to what he considered appropriate for that encounter.
I smiled to myself when I saw the short, flirty black skirt and the sexy off-white sweater. Well, it wasn’t really a sweater because it was so lightweight, but it was cute. I knew instantly that these hadn’t come from my wardrobe, but they obviously knew me well.
The ensemble lacked a bra and panties, which I hadn’t really expected. However, there was a teeny tiny black and white bikini, which made me giddy. There also weren’t any shoes, but this was an island and there was a beach, so I was hoping this meant I would get to feel some sand between my toes.
After pulling on the outfit, I took a quick look at myself in the mirror. I liked what I saw. Not merely in the physical sense either. These past few months had taught me some things about myself and I believed my confidence level was growing, which allowed me to accept some of my flaws while focusing more on my strengths.
I owed my four bosses for that, I knew.
Realizing I couldn’t stay in my room forever, I took a deep breath and ventured downstairs. I could hear people talking down below and I hesitated halfway down.
“Come down here, pet,” Sir ordered.
His command made me smile. It also made me feel as though I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
Straightening my posture, I continued down the stairs, hoping to appear graceful. When I got to the bottom, all sense of decorum shot right out the window when I saw the man and woman sitting on the sofa in the living room.
