Free Web NovelChapter 20: On Your Knees II *
I blinked in confusion. I couldn’t believe my ears.
"Excuse me?"
Damon peered down at me, an arrogant smirk on his face. "You heard me. If you want me, use your mouth."
"But that’s very time-consuming!" I protested, yet Damon remained unmoved. He merely raised an eyebrow, a wordless order for me to get to it.
I gulped, swallowing the bile in my throat. My pride wouldn’t allow me to, but the churning inside my lower belly had me shivering in anticipation. Slowly, I dropped down to my knees, forced to look up at Damon as he rested his hand on the top of my head. He slid his fingers down my temple, cheeks, and eventually came to my chin, lifting it up so that my gaze was on him entirely. ƒrēewebnovel.com
"What a pretty pet," he remarked, smirking.
It quickly earned him a scowl from me, but that didn’t faze him. If anything he only quirked his eyebrow and pushed my head closer to his crotch.
"Well then," he said. "Get on with it. I can wait, but can you?"
The moment my hands reached up, he slapped them away. I frowned, huffing in annoyance.
"Mouth," was all he said. He paused for a second before adding, "Don’t make me say it again. You won’t get your reward then."
I cursed, making sure to keep my voice low so that even if Damon heard it, he couldn’t pin it against me. Hesitantly, I shifted forward so that I could catch the zipper of Damon’s pants with my teeth. I tugged it down, the sound horridly teasing in the otherwise silent room.
Before I had the time to even think about what I had to do next, Damon had reached down and grabbed me, hulling me over his shoulders with ease. I shrieked, surprised by the sudden motion before I was tossed onto the bed. I bounced on the mattress, but it wasn’t enough of a reprieve before Damon sat down and positioned us so that my face was at his crotch, his massive member right in front of my eyes.
My mouth went dry immediately. While I had spent a night with Damon, I hadn’t examined it this closely. With it right in my face, my mouth was just a hair’s breadth away.
"What are you―"
"Suck," he ordered. "Weren’t you all the more eager just a minute ago?"
"I― I wasn’t― Pfft, why would you..." I spluttered, unable to find proper words to retort. I could feel my cheeks burning, all of my blood rushing to my head in just this split second. "Aren’t you afraid I’d bite it off?" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"You won’t do it, little rabbit," Damon said confidently. "You don’t have the teeth for it."
The smell of him was intoxicatingly concentrated, shoved right in front of me in the midst of my heat. I could feel my mind slowly growing delirious, my breaths heavy as I tried to look anywhere but at it.
Between my heated arousal and Damon’s dominating commands, my mind was a hazy mess.
However, I wasn’t allowed a moment of hesitance. Just the seconds spared contemplating my decision, I felt a finger graze my wet folds.
My mouth opened with a gasp, and before I could respond, Damon’s hand pushed down on my head so that he slid right into me. I let out a choked noise, but the finger that played with me below was a reminder.
I resisted the urge to bite down. The sudden intrusion caused me to struggle to breathe and I had to prop myself up properly. When my lips lifted away from his cock so that I could take a gulp of air, his fingers left me too, causing me to whine out a little in despair.
"You will have to work for it, little rabbit," Damon said with a chuckle. His low voice sent butterflies swirling in me. I clenched myself tight, my entire body pulsing with desire.
"Impatient," I grumbled under my breath, but still dutifully aligned his member with my mouth before I placed it in my mouth.
Just as he promised, his fingers returned to work, first teasing the outer folds of my womanhood before he eventually slipped a finger in once I had gotten wet enough. I moaned against his cock, gasping for air when he used a different finger to press against the nub of my clit.
Fuck.
I had only slept with him for one night and he already had me right in the palm of his hand. Damon knew exactly where to tease me and how to tease me, effortlessly turning me into putty, molding and shaping me just as he desired.
There was no way I could lose. I wanted nothing more than to wipe that confident smirk off his face and play with him just as he was doing to me.
Running my tongue up his entire length from the base to the tip, I licked the sensitive glans on top, rubbing the flat of my tongue against the head of his cock. He sucked in a deep breath of air through his teeth, most likely not expecting the sudden burst of pleasure due to the friction.
I could see it in his eyes, or perhaps, it was just a reflection of mine. The lust that laced his gaze was unmistakable― I could recognize it so well because that was no doubt the same look I had on my face if I were to look in the mirror.
"Fuck," he cursed, one corner of his lip tilting up. "Where have you been learning all these things?"
I ignored his question, putting him into my mouth entirely. He was so big that my jaw stretched uncomfortably, his tip knocking against the back of my throat as I resisted the urge to gag.
Damon worked on a punishment and reward system. I knew how pleasurable he felt my services were when he, in turn, placed extra effort into pleasing me. Whenever I was lacking, his fingers would move away, leaving me a gaping, empty hole, void of his touch.
When he plunged another finger down, curling against a particularly sweet spot inside of me, I felt my mind go blank. My toes curled as my mouth released Damon’s member with a popping sound just so that I could moan and gasp, my fingers twisting against the sheets.
With my mind occupied elsewhere, Damon’s smirk slowly melted into a frown. His fingers lost their speed, slowly threatening to slip out of my folds. His warning was clearly received, and I quickly placed his cock back against my lips.
"Good girl," he murmured, using his spare hand to comb back my hair.
However, it didn’t last for very long. I grunted, my walls clenching down against his fingers when an orgasm ripped through me without warning. My head was reeling, ecstasy rushing through me like a tidal wave as I spasmed slightly in Damon’s arms.
He kept pumping his fingers in and out of me throughout my climax, stopping only when I lay limply in his lap.
My mind hadn’t even gotten back to reality when I was flipped over on my back, my knees spread apart so that I was in full view.
"Who said that you could come before me?" Damon asked, his words ending with a growl.
His blue eyes glinted ominously in the dark of the room, and when I finally registered his words, I felt my heart catch in my throat.
"So eager to pursue your own pleasure, are you?" He scoffed, grinning. "Let’s hope you can still say the same after I am done with you."
