“That’s enough,” the woman snapped and slapped his hand away.
His cock stayed hard, tall, and proud. It jerked slightly and was already dripping pre-cum. Cliff closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. He knew if he didn’t get control she was going to be angry.
“Sorry, Mistress Shar,” he said softly.
“You’re borderline useless, you know that right?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Her words flowed over his already heated skin and cock twitched with excitement.
His eyes were still closed when he felt her firm grip and the familiar warmth of her favorite oil. She kept it in a warmer beside the bed so she was always ready for whatever popped in her head.
“I can feel you trembling against my fingers,” Mistress Shar purred. Her fingers tightened, slid slowly up, swirled around his swollen head, and then back down.
She kept her pace maddeningly slow. Gliding smoothly up, swirling the dripping tip and pulling down, mixing his warm pre-cum with the oil. His hips pushed up and his cock twitched. He felt himself on the verge of losing it, of crying out for her to please let him cum.
Cliff knew better. If he was to give in to his moment of dire need he would never have another chance with her. Shar had made it quite clear there would be no second chances on this rule.
So he suffered in silence with his eyes closed tight because if he saw her, he would blow it. In more ways than one.
The bed shifted and he opened his eyes to see her nearly bare, glistening cunt above his head. Cliff loved the way her clit peeked out from between her full lips when she was excited. It was his secret and he would never share it with her.
Mistress Shar was an ever stoic, well-controlled Domme so that tiny glimpse of delicate pink skin was his way of knowing he turned her on too. It made him want to please her that much more. He focused on that beautiful sight as she lowered herself down to his always eager mouth.
“You know what I want, Cliff.” Shar positioned herself directly on his mouth and his tongue that was waiting to catch the first bit of sweet nectar from this overripe peach. “I expect you to do better than last time.”
He opened his mouth and sucked on her juicy lips before pushing his tongue in between them. Cliff lapped at her, licking up and down. His tongue moved against her clit and down over her ass as she rocked her hips above him.
Shar’s hand was still firmly wrapped around his hard cock, but she was no longer moving it. He knew her focus was now on riding his face. She loved this part and he would take it because his reward would be her cum dripping off his lips. Then and only then would she take him in her mouth and he would be allowed to grip her hair and fuck her as hard and as fast as he needed to.
Such sweet give and take.
Her weight pushed down as her hips rocked faster coating his face in her juices. He knew she was close and the thought made his hips buck in anticipation. Shar’s rhythm stuttered for a second and before he could stop himself his hands touched her ass in encouragement.
She stopped moving and let go of his cock, letting it flop down and sat up. Her pussy was still on his mouth and her ass was pressed against his nose. Cliff’s tongue pushed deep inside, as far as it would go, pushing in and out ignoring the warning signs.
“Oh you are a greedy useless little man, but you are also too bad to be believed.”
Shar moved off his face and slid down to straddle his lap. She was looking at him with clear disappointment.
He was confused because she had never ended things like this before. She always came on his face and he came in her mouth. Always. “Ma’am?” His voice was so soft.
“Don’t understand?”
“No, ma’am?”
She tilted her head to the side and feigned pity followed by a short bark of laughter. “Oh Cliffie, you poor dumb animal. You broke the rules yet again. You must be punished for this.”
That is when it hit him. Earlier he had stroked his cock without permission. She had bent him over the bed and spanked him hard. Each blow pushed him harder and harder against the softness of the comforter. He had been so turned on that he almost came just from the sting of the belt and softness of the comforter surrounding his rock hard cock.
She had told him no more nonsense, but he had bucked his hips to make her hand move. Then to make it worse, he had done an ultimate no-no. You never touched her without permission. Ever.
Cliff had a moment to think about how stupid he had been and started to issue a thousand apologies, but the look on her face shut him up.
“If you utter those words I see in your eyes you will never come back here. As it is now, you are still useful to me,” she warned and slid one finger slowly along his softening cock. It jerked with the pleasure of her touch. “But, if you say those words, then you get nothing.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath. Her scent filled and soothed him instantly. She always smelled and tasted of citrus with just a hint of cinnamon. It was a delicious blend that would always be owned by her.
Cliff came here because he loved her strength, her words, always slightly harsh, but delivered oh so sweetly. Mistress Shar always took care of him, even in his worst punishments. He wanted to please her; he needed to please her. His eyes opened and nodded his head, but wisely kept his mouth closed.
There was a look of pleasure on her face as Shar’s eyes locked on his. Bending forward, her breasts brushed along his thighs and her tongue pressed onto his balls. She licked up and over his head and then her warm tongue wrapped around the swollen tip, guiding it into her mouth.