Authors: Marianne LaCroix
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He reached for a pigtail and tugged her closer. “I’m going
to let you know how I want you to lick and suck me and I expect you to obey.
You understand, slut?”
Calling her slut was his way of telling her this was no time
to be a lady. He didn’t want a princess sucking on his dick, he wanted a
cock-hungry nympho taking his length into her mouth and making him come. A
license to be sex-hungry and wanton.
He tugged on her pigtail again. “Now, hold the shaft with
one hand and hold my balls with your other.”
She followed his guidance and he moaned as she gently
squeezed his balls.
“Good little slut. Lick the head. Run your tongue all over
the head. Get it nice and wet.”
Without second thought, she leaned close and flicked her
tongue over the head like her lollipop earlier. She continued to lick the head
with slow passes of her tongue while massaging his balls with her hand.
He grasped her pigtails and held her steady to his groin.
“Suck on the head,” he commanded in a soft voice. “Only the head.”
She moaned as she closed her mouth over the bulbous tip.
“Be sure to lick the hole as you suck.”
She followed his instruction without hesitation.
“Yeah, just like that. Suck on me, bitch. You are my little
bitch, aren’t you, Vicki?” He began to pant.
Her juices once again flooded her pussy, so turned-on by
pleasing him.
He jerked her head with a pigtail, breaking the contact of
her mouth on his cock. “I asked you a question.”
She pressed a knuckle into the underside of his sac, and
exhaled loudly. “I’m your bitch.”
“Good girl.” He pulled her pigtail, guiding her head back to
his cock. “Now I want you to start as the bottom and lick the length. Sort of
like a peppermint stick.”
As she followed his instructions, his breathing became more
ragged.
He tasted so sexual, a mixture of his salty semen from his
orgasm earlier and her own musky juices. She moaned and licked his cock up and
down and up again.
“Good little slut. Yeah, you like licking cock. Time to suck
my cock, and suck me hard. Take me into your mouth as far as you can.”
She took him into her mouth and he thrust upward. She sucked
him in, taking him inside all the way to the back of her throat. She fought
against the gag reflex, wanting to swallow him deep.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned as he fucked her mouth, thrusting his
hips up and down.
His balls tightened and she pressed her knuckle into his
perineum, anticipating his release. He held on to her head, guiding her to
continue her loving. She teased his balls while continuing to rub the sensitive
spot behind them. He inhaled sharply at the pressure, and she knew he was getting
very close. She took him deeper into her mouth and sucked harder.
“Yes, now drink me, baby.” He climaxed, hot semen shooting
to the back of her throat, and she drank with delight. He gently tugged her
pigtails as each wave of liquid sex shot from him.
When his breathing calmed, he released her pigtails and
pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her and she wrapped her arms about his neck
and leaned into his kiss. Melding of lips in soft kisses intoxicated her
senses. At the first touch of his tongue against hers, she sighed in delight.
Her hands traveled over his strong shoulders, mapping the rippling muscles
beneath her palms. She groaned against his mouth as their naked bodies rubbed
together in an intimate lovers’ embrace.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and held on to him
as he kissed her lips, her jaw, her chin, her neck.
“Gabriel…” she sighed when he found the sensitive pulse
point at the side of her neck.
He leaned away and gazed into her eyes, then cupped her
cheek and once again covered her lips with his. Soft. Oh so soft and seductive
kisses. She parted her lips and darted her tongue against his and he moaned as
he licked and tasted her.
Love. She felt it pulse through her as sure and strong as
any climax. Words had no place in the moment so she expressed her heart through
her kiss. She wanted to please him, but she also wanted to love him. More than
the physical. Purely with the heart.
A little while later they relaxed together on the sofa, legs
entwined together like a lovers knot. She felt so at home, so comfortable and
happy in his arms. This surely was her heaven on earth.
Then he broke the sweet silence. “I need to be inside you. I
want to come inside your pussy, baby.”
Vicki needed no further encouragement. She climbed over him,
resting her legs around his hips. She positioned herself over his cock and
slowly guided his length inside.
“Oh God yes. Come on, baby, ride my dick. Let me feel that
pussy swallow me.” He moaned and placed his hands at her hips.
Holding on to the back of the couch, she slowly moved up and
down over his cock.
“Oh Vicki, baby.”
She surrendered to his need and made love to him.
Her relaxed pace was too slow for him, and he moved his hips
quicker, encouraging her to follow his lead. He filled her and when she slammed
down her body, he stretched her walls, sending pleasure rippling through her
every cell. She’d move up then slam down again, up and down, up and down.
“Yeah, baby. Your cunt is hungry for me. Fuck…”
He guided her pace with his hands, increasing the tempo
faster and faster as he edged to his climax.
“Oh Gabriel…” she cried as her orgasm claimed her senses
once again.
“Yeah baby, come for me.
Come with me.
” He pumped
wildly into her and she screamed, arching her body backward. He yelled and
thrust hard, long strokes into her, filling her with his release.
Vicki grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples as wave
after wave of her climax crashed through her body. She didn’t care who heard
her screaming his name, rapture completely robbing her of sensibility and
reason.
As he grew soft inside her, she hesitated to move, not
wanting to lose their intimate connection. But he slid from her body and she
whimpered. He pulled her to his side onto the couch, cradling her against his
body. Half lying, half sitting, she sighed and kissed his jaw. “That was so
wonderful.”
“I lost count of how many times you came.”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t counting,” she said with a laugh.
“Thank you for this Christmas gift, baby,” he said, his
breathing still ragged from his climax.
“You’re welcome. Hope you liked it.” He’d asked for only one
thing for Christmas, more sex fantasy role play, and his first choice—the
schoolgirl fantasy.
He laughed. “Fuck yeah, I liked it. I always had a thing for
short plaid skirts, ever since high school.”
She kissed his neck and breathed in the scent of his spicy
aftershave mingled with sweat and leather. “Yeah well, I wasn’t expecting you
to tie me up against the door. That was definitely unexpected.”
“Have to keep you on your toes.”
“I’d say the vibrating egg did that as well.”
He caressed a nipple to a hard point with his thumb,
stroking back and forth. “Oh man, that was so hot. Even I had a hard time
holding off coming too soon.”
“I can see us doing that again.” She leaned closer and kissed
him. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, baby.” He kissed her lips with tenderness.
“It’s not over yet, though. I have
one more
Christmas gift for you,” he
said with a smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.
“What is it?”
“Hold on.” He rose from the couch and stepped over to the
desk. “I’ve been wanting to give this to you for a long time.” He pulled open a
drawer and reached inside.
Vicki could hardly hold in her excitement. “What makes you
want to give it to me now?”
He turned holding a white box as big as his hand. He
shrugged and said, “Christmas.” He lifted open the lid to reveal a brightly
polished silver collar. The silver band curled into a perfect circle and
connected at a small silver O ring.
“I don’t know what to say,” she said, shaking her head, unable
to believe the beautiful collar he presented her. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s a dress collar. You can wear it anywhere and no one
will think twice about it. You can even turn the O ring around and hide it
under your hair.”
“You want to collar me?” She gazed at his face as a tear ran
down her cheek.
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. He then kneeled before
her. “Be mine. Be mine, and I will take care of you, see to your needs, protect
you, and love you.”
She began to cry, but not out of pain or need. This time she
cried in happiness. “Yes. Oh yes.” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms
about his neck. “Gabriel, I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too, my naughty little Vicki.” He pushed her
away and lifted the collar from its satiny bed to her neck. Once the silver
band was secured, he touched her face with his fingertips. “You look so
beautiful in that. So sexy. I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
“Good, because I can’t get enough of you either.” She kissed
his lips with a soft gentleness.
“Fuck that,” he muttered as he pulled her from the couch
into his arms and kissed her with passion and fervor. His tongue dove into her
mouth, seeking to sate his hungry desire. She moaned, succumbing to his power,
submitting to his need for control. He pulled her against his body and she
melted into him.
She belonged to him. She always had, ever since they met a
year ago and began dating. Once he dominated her in the bedroom, their love
affair heated into an inferno of lust and passion and then into a deep love.
“Can you fuck me again?” she asked breathlessly. She wanted
him inside her, riding her, filling her once again.
“You bet, but this time, let’s go to the bedroom.” He picked
her up in his arms and she squealed in delight. He strode through the door into
the bedroom where a king-size bed awaited with the coverlet turned back. He
lowered her to the bed and paused. “By the way, I like the shoes and
thigh-highs, baby. You looked so sexy when you walked into my office, I nearly
came just looking at you. I had to make sure those stayed on. So damn hot.”
She smiled and reached her arms about his neck. “Oh shut up
and kiss me, Mr. Robertson.”
The End
Multi-published author Marianne LaCroix lives in the
American south in the land of cotton and mint juleps. She’s an active member of
the RWA in the ESPAN, GothRom, Passionate Ink and First Coast Romance Writers
chapters. She’s had several recognitions for her writing, including a Romantic
Times BOOKClub Reviewer Choice nomination. Her tastes run to the alpha male
with a dark streak in the form of a vampire, shapeshifter or other
tortured-soul type. When not writing, Mari can be found spending time with her
twin toddler girls and her husband.
Marianne welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
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