Fortune by Annabel Joseph (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📕

trembling in her black bra and panties, and then, after a brief appreciative stare, he took those off too. She reached up to cover herself but he pushed her hands back down.

“Don’t. My submissive, my body. I want to see you.”

She made a soft noise, of protest or assent, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t know where to look while he scrutinized her from head to toe.

“Okay,” he said at last. “Kneel down here by the sofa, back straight, hands in your lap until I tell you to move.”

She did as he asked while he walked around doing various things, checking his mail, going into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on and still she knelt there as he’d told her to, but at some point she started to tremble. By the time he came out she was shaking with anxiety. He came and sat in front of her on the sofa, totally nude, and lifted her face in his hand.

“What’s wrong? Tell me.”

“Why did you leave me here?”

“I had things I wanted to do first. You wait where I leave you. That’s the deal. Does that upset you?”

“I don’t know,” she said, and she really didn’t know. She wasn’t really upset. She was horny, excited, shocked, scared…and frantic. Frantic to do what he wanted, to be what he wanted her to be.

“Just please tell me what to do now, because I don’t know what to do. I want to make you happy. I want to be good at this.”

He made a soft sound and worked for a moment at her messy chignon. The hair tumbled down and he laced his fingers through her curls, pulling them just a little. He scooted forward, his knees on either side of her so she was face-to-face with his cock. God. Oh my god.

“What?” he teased. “You’ve never seen one before?”

“It’s just…big.” She shook her head. “That will never fit in my mouth.”

He laughed. “It’ll fit. Don’t look so scared. We’ve had sex twice already and you survived just fine. Go on, put your hands on it first. Explore it. You’ll get to know it well over the next weeks and months.”

“But what do you want me to do? What will make you feel good?”

“You obeying me without a lot of questions will make me feel good. Take me in your hands as I asked you to.”

She did, gingerly at first. “Cup my balls,” he said quietly. “Stroke the shaft. Play with me. Not too gently,” he added. She held him in her hands, amazed that he could feel so warm and yet hard and smooth like granite. She had touched cocks before but she’d done it mindlessly, carelessly. Not like now. She focused on his organ, the rigid, upstanding shaft before her and the balls beneath, stroking their textures and contours. He twisted his fingers in her hair, tightening his hold as her touch grew more confident. The dull discomfort of having her hair pulled barely registered over the novelty of exploring his erection.

“Yes, good girl,” he murmured, dropping his head back. “That’s right. That feels good.”

Kat felt a frisson of deeply feminine satisfaction at his exhalation of pleasure. Good girl. She was pleasing him. She wanted his exacting instructions, his piercing gaze. She wanted his approval, something she had never sought from a man in her life.

“Hands back in your lap. Part your lips,” he said. “Just slightly for now.” She lowered her hands and clasped them together in her lap, opening her mouth as he’d directed. Too wide? Not wide enough? She gazed up at him seeking guidance but he was staring at her mouth, his eyes liquid and intent. He slowly caressed her lips with the head of his cock. She remained still, still as a statue. He had promised to teach her. Finally he met her eyes, the muscles in his jaws clenched as if he were in pain. “Listen to me, Kat,” he said, stroking her cheek with light fingertips. “It will take practice and effort for you to get skilled at this. What I expect from you now is good intentions. You’ll do your best and you’ll pretend to enjoy every moment my cock is in your mouth. You can answer me now with ‘Yes Sir,’ nice and sweet.”

“Yes Sir.” The formal words felt awkward, but she managed them.

“I want you to get your mouth nice and wet and open it up wide. I want you to take as much of me as you can manage. Okay? Try not to gag. ‘Yes Sir’ again,” he prompted.

“Yes Sir.” She was staring at his cock. Now that the moment of truth was here she was feeling a lot less confident. “Are you… Are you going to…”

“Finish in your mouth? Not yet, not until we’re tested. But yes, eventually I will and when I do, you’ll swallow. Spitting isn’t allowed, little one. And you won’t just swallow me, you’ll savor me. Okay?”

Her clit throbbed at the way he said it. She’d never tasted cum in her life but the idea of it suddenly became totally hot. “Yes Sir.”

“Very good. Okay. Open wider.” He pushed just the head of his cock into her mouth and she already felt overwhelmed. He was so big. She’d seen porn actresses bobbing their faces up and down on men’s cocks, making it look easy. It wasn’t easy at all. She felt clumsy and inept. Oops—she’d definitely nicked him with her teeth just then. She waited for criticism but he brushed his fingers over her hair and shifted closer to her. “Wider. You can do it, just try. Just let it slide in and out. Don’t fight it.”

She tried to relax her mouth. It was getting easier as her mouth got wetter. She finally felt she was getting the hang of it but then he thrust deeper. She gagged and he pulled out, then entered again, carefully inching deeper and deeper with each subsequent stroke so that, very soon, she was taking much more of