Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
My chest heaved as I watched her slip out of her slacks. She took her sweet time with it, making a show of unfastening her belt, unzipping the pants, and letting them fall into a puddle at her feet. She stepped out of them, leaving her heels on.
Along with a black lace thong and garter set.
My mouth watered as Livia strutted back to me — blouse hanging open, tits wet from my mouth, pussy hidden behind that decadent lace. She straddled my thigh before placing a hand on my shoulder to help her balance and hiking one leg up and over. Her heel hit the back of the chair, propping her ankle just beside my ear.
And I couldn’t help it.
I leaned forward instinctively, breathing in deep to take in her scent.
“Naughty boy,” she reprimanded, smacking my cheek lightly before she took my chin in her hand and forced me to look up at her. “Did I say you could do that?”
I shook my head.
“No, I didn’t. Now, let’s focus on our lesson.” She tilted my face toward her inner thigh, forcing me closer. “If you want to pleasure me, to pleasure any woman, you’re going to need to learn to read the signs. Pay attention to what makes me tremble, what makes my breath catch, what makes me moan.”
She released my chin, letting me take over.
“I’ll provide guidance when needed, but I want you to show me you can learn from observation.” She paused, hands finding the back of the chair to help her balance. “You may begin.”
Just like before, I started slowly, perusing the soft skin of her inner thigh with gentle kisses and swipes of my tongue. But when she didn’t react, I changed pace, kissing harder, sucking the skin.
She flexed her hips forward, just a little, just enough to let me know I was onto something.
I made the kisses sloppier, harder, applying pressure and sucking the skin hard enough I could leave a hickey if I wanted to. Then, I used my teeth, sinking them into her flesh enough to make her jolt.
She rewarded me with a panting sigh.
“Eyes on me,” she said, and when I flicked my gaze up to hers, I vibrated from the power she was transferring to me with that heated gaze. Her lids were hooded, mouth parted, chest swelling with the rise and fall of each breath.
I kissed and sucked and licked and bit all along her thigh, crawling down to her knee before I went the other way. And this time, I didn’t stop mid-thigh. I climbed higher, nosing the line of her garter before I forced my tongue beneath the fabric. I licked along the band before biting it and releasing it against her skin with a pop that earned me a moan.
“Fuck, I want to make you feel good,” I breathed, licking her again.
“You are. Keep going.”
Encouraged, I kissed my way higher, until I was nosing the edge of her lace panties. I smelled her again, the scent like my own personal pheromone perfume meant to drive me into madness. When I ran my tongue along the dip of her thigh there, tracing the hills and valleys where her leg met her hip, Livia bucked.
And it emboldened me to ask again.
I looked up at her, nipping at her flesh. “May I taste your pussy now? Have I earned the pleasure?”
Livia wet her lips slowly, teeth dragging along her bottom lip. She didn’t approve my request verbally. Instead, she reached down and pulled her panties to the side, wedging them in the crease of her lower thigh.
I groaned.
Her cunt was absolutely perfect — swollen and wet, dark curtains inviting me to dive my tongue inside. My heart tripped, but before I could lean in and feast, Livia yanked on my hair to stop me.
“If you want to be good at this, you need to listen — both to my verbal and nonverbal commands. Understand?”
I nodded.
She nodded in return, releasing my hair and re-gripping the back of the chair. “Good. Now make me come.”
A Little Teeth
Livia
Never in a million years would I have ever guessed I’d have Carter Fabri’s face between my thighs.
But here we were, well into our first lesson, and he’d earned the chance.
I sensed his nervousness from the moment I told him to unbutton his shirt, but I also picked up on his anticipation. It was different from the excitement of the submissives I’d had in the past. His body reacted to my praise, sure. I had a feeling he’d like the humiliation even more, once we broke into that kind of play.
But he was more excited to learn.
From the first correction I gave him, he was listening. He was tuned in, asking if he was doing it right, watching my face for a reaction, smiling when I gave him something as small as an open-mouthed pant of approval.