“Lie back.” His tone was rough, commanding.
I lay back and he pushed my thighs apart, driving my knees toward my chest, then fused his mouth to my pussy. It didn’t take long before I was writhing and moaning while his tongue worked me over, sending me spiraling dangerously close to orgasm.
He hadn’t told me that I couldn’t come, but he hadn’t given me permission either, so I was torn, not sure what I was allowed to do.
Sir must’ve realized my indecision because he lifted his head briefly.
“Come in my mouth, pet.” It was a growled command.
When he suckled my clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, my body soared once more until I was panting. I tipped right over the edge within seconds, flying high on the sensual storm that assaulted me.
“Sir! Oh, God! I’m coming!”
As my release made my body jerk, Sir continued to eat me, driving me right to the precipice again. When he thrust two fingers in my pussy, I contracted around the intrusion, coming again.
I was limp and sated, but clearly Sir wasn’t finished. He stood, jerking my hips toward him. With my ass resting on the very edge of the counter, he impaled me, fucking me roughly, slamming into me again and again. He didn’t stop until my pussy once more squeezed him as another orgasm had my heartrate spiking and my senses going numb.
He came with a roar, stilling inside me as his cock jerked and twitched.
I lay there with a smile on my face, wondering what had brought that on. I had never expected him to lose control like that. When I looked up to ask him, I noticed Sir staring down at me. He didn’t look at all happy and I felt an invisible fist clutch my heart, squeezing tightly.
“Sir? Is something wrong?”
He helped me to my feet.
“Go take a shower, pet.”
“But I already—”
“Go,” he growled roughly. “Shower. Now.”
I stared at him.
His tone was downright cruel when he added, “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Confused, I forced my feet to carry me out of the room. I waited until I was in the living room before I took off at a run, tears flooding my eyes.
I had no idea what I’d done, but obviously, Sir wasn’t pleased.
And once again, I was left feeling as though I had failed him.
It was a feeling I didn’t care for at all.
•
I hiccupped as another sob ripped through me. I was trying to hide my tears beneath the shower spray, not wanting Sir to know that I was crying. I felt stupid, because try as I might, I couldn’t figure out what I’d done wrong. I had been under the table, following his instructions to the letter, when he practically dragged me out before ravishing me.
Still, I knew it had to have been something I did that would make him look at me that way.
Another hiccup echoed against the tile.
The sound of the glass door closing had me spinning around.
Sir moved toward me, completely naked. His eyes scanned my face and he frowned as I took a step back. I didn’t know what to expect and retreating was my natural instinct kicking in.
“Come here.” His words were soft and gentle, the complete opposite of a few minutes ago.
He held open his arms and I walked into his embrace while the warm water poured down on us both.
“I’m sorry, pet,” he whispered in my ear, his hand sliding over my wet hair.
“I don’t know what I did,” I managed, the words broken from the sobs I tried to hold back.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweet girl.”
Sir pulled back and cupped my face, forcing me to look at him.
“But…”
“That was all me,” he said, his tone laced with something I didn’t recognize. “You test my control and I don’t like it.”
That didn’t sound good at all.
He tilted my head back more, locking his eyes with mine.
“I’m not allowed to lose control. It’s my job to take care of you. And a Dom who can’t maintain his self-control is worthless.”
I didn’t understand. Well, I did, but I didn’t.
“I promise it won’t happen again,” he said, as though I needed to hear it.
Rather than arguing with him, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. I breathed him in and relaxed, the tears finally stopping. He palmed my head, holding me against him while his other hand caressed my back.
“If I’m bein’ honest,” he said softly, his words rumbling against my ear. “You shouldn’t be here right now.”
I jerked as though he’d slapped me. When I tried to pull away, he tightened his hold, keeping me close.
“I’ve been fueled by emotion, sweet girl. The time we’ve spent together…I want more. But, Langston…” He sighed heavily. “I should’ve let Ben or Justin take the first turn. I would’ve been in a better position to handle things if I’d had a little time.”
