Isla
“No.
Although temporarily, for this to work you’d be mine completely until you get back with…” he trailed off.
“Jason,” I breathed.
He nodded then frowned.
“Hurry, little Pip.”
Common sense told me to say no.
Logic and all the values I’d been taught warred in my head, asking me if I couldn’t hear how wrong his suggestions were.
Calling me his his… I couldn’t even bring myself to even say the word.
He was being preposterous.
And what was with his unreasonable request, demanding that I do whatever he wanted?
Touch myself?
I almost choked.
It was simply deviant behavior.
Yet I was the one who had offered, who had been desperate.
Besides, what has following the rules and being logical done for me?
My voice was hoarse and shaky when I finally whispered, “I’d do it,”
“On your knees, then, baby,”
I hesitated for a second before dropping to the floor.
He crooked his fingers, looking at me like a king regarding a subject.
“Now crawl to me,”
There was something wild in his eyes when I took my first step towards him but it was gone in seconds, as he regarded me with almost boredom while he waited for me to close the space between us.
I was kneeling at his feet, my gaze pinned to the floor when he reached down and gripped me by the chin, jerking my face until I was up at him.
His words were mere whispers.
“Have you ever had a man’s cock in your mouth?”
I parted my lips, my face going red.
“Nod or shake your head, Pip,”
I shook my head.
“That’d be your first lesson.” He said, releasing my jaw, “Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue.”
I did as he said.
He tilted his head.
“You can open wider than that, no?”
I shook my head but he pursed his lips.
“Now that won’t do.
Are you not eager for my cock, Pip?” There was mirth in his eyes and I’d have been convinced that this was all some sick joke if not that his hand immediately reached inside his joggers and soon I was gaping at Ryder’s cock.
Turns out that his earlier question about how wide my mouth could go was not standard procedure but a necessity.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I stared at his long, veined cock even as he pumped it with his fist, pre-cum beading at the tip.
“Open,” he whispered and I wet my lips shuffling closer, but then he frowned.
“Wait, take it off.”
I blinked at him.
He moved and it took me a second later to notice his grip on the collar of my shirt, then he tugged; within seconds buttons were flying everywhere.
“Take it off.”
I shook my head.
“Take it off, else I’d ask you to take off everything.” He warned.
I averted my gaze as I shrugged off the destroyed shirt I had on, while humiliation became a lump in my throat.
My eyes burned with unshed tears.
I hated my body.
I hated baring it.
Why couldn’t he just let me wear my damn clothes?
“The bra too,” his voice was huskier than it was a few seconds ago.
I reached behind me and unclipped the bra, hiding my face behind the curtain of my hair as a tear rolled down my cheeks, even as he ran his hand over my chest.
Then he stopped to tease the hard tip of my nipple with his thumb, before he threaded his hands into my hair and jerked my face upward so that I met his eyes, “I’ve had dreams about these soft heavy tits, touched myself to the sight of them straining against your camisole… Isla, you don’t know just how much I would take advantage of the power you’d just handed me over your body.” His pupils—blown wide, shone in the room for a moment before he blinked and tapped his cock against my lips, “Open.”
I did, closing my lips around his cock, sucking the precum from his tip waiting, a bit unsure.
“You can squeeze… touch and do whatever feels right,” his voice was playful as he replaced his hand on the base of his cock with mine.
“You look like you haven’t seen a man’s cock before so just familiarize yourself with the sight.”
My eyes flared with annoyance.
Even though I was an oral virgin, I was not completely clueless and ignorant about oral sex.
I’d read a lot about it.
I’d wanted to surprise Jason so I might have watched two, okay maybe it was a dozen porn of a woman getting a man off and eavesdropping on very explicit conversations that I would never confess to in the dormitory.
Recalling the snippet of the conversation that had bordered on blowjobs was surprisingly easy: open wide but comfortably and keep your mouth open until he is as deep as you want him.
Then relax and go deeper.
It’s okay if you gag a bit, suck and slide back all the way to the tip then go in again.
Remember you’re good at this, you’re a pro at this, you want to make him see stars… you can choke, gag, cry, spit but you’ve one objective and one objective alone, ruin him.
I might not be good at a lot of things but when it comes to following instructions, some might say that I was a stickler.
Our eyes met and my lips twitched, his eyes widened and then I was taking him deep into my throat, my head bobbing as he groaned, throwing his head backward.
I squeezed the base of his cock like he’d instructed and then took in more of his cock, moaning around it while blinking away tears, still not slowing down.
“Fuck, Isla,” he rasped, his hand digging into my hair as he rocked his hips against my lips.
“Just like that… fuck, are you sure you haven’t done this before?”