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)
The sight of his cock jumping, cum spurting over his abdomen, made me come harder. I smiled at the view, rocking against his mouth as fire licked at my nerves. It felt so fucking good to orgasm, but what felt even better was to watch Carter come without so much as a single fucking touch.
I got off on the power, on the fact that he couldn’t fucking help himself even though he’d tried. I watched each spray of cum paint his abs and chest with a wicked grin, and I didn’t let up, didn’t stop using him until the last of my release had faded.
All the sound in the room came back slowly — first, our labored breaths, and then the trip hop, the crackling of the fire. I was still riding his face, softer now, more leisurely, my smile impossible to contain as I rasped out a low laugh.
“You’ve made a mess.”
When I felt satisfied, I slowly crawled off of Carter, maneuvering until I was on my knees next to him.
The second I saw his face, my smile faded.
He couldn’t look at me. Shame colored his cheeks, his jaw ticcing as he stared up at the ceiling. His stomach swelled up and down, covered with his seed, and he looked like he wanted to sink into the plush rug and disappear forever.
Carter shook his head, not an exaggerated movement, but a quick one, one riddled with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
I smiled, leaning until I was sitting with my legs in stag and my hip against his ribcage. I reached out tentatively to stroke the side of his face. His eyes closed as soon as I touched him, a long sigh of a breath coming from his nose.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
He kept his eyes closed, answering with another shameful shake of his head.
“You couldn’t help yourself, could you? You were so hungry for me,” I cooed, my voice soft now that the scene was over. If this were a true Domme and submissive relationship, I’d lean into his shame. I’d tease him about it and punish him a bit before I soothed and cared for him after.
But Carter was my student, not my sub, and I took my role of teacher just as seriously as if I were his Domme. I needed him to know he did well, that he should be proud.
“I liked it.”
Carter’s eyelids peeled open then, his gaze questioning when it met mine. I let my fingers trail down to play with the cum on his stomach, and he shivered when I did, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure.
“Next time, we’ll focus on control. But tonight? You made me come with nothing but your mouth. That deserves praise.”
I could almost feel the relief that seeped out of him like it was my own.
“I actually find it quite hot that you got off just from tasting me,” I told him, still playing with his cum. It made heat flash between my thighs, made me want to get him hard again and ride that slick cock of his. But I resisted.
He had to earn that privilege.
“Do I wish you would have waited until you had permission to come? Yes. But we’ll work on that.”
Carter swallowed, that blush shading his cheeks again.
I thumbed where the crimson bloomed with a grin. “You did well. Now, let me get you cleaned up.”
With care, I loosened the bind of his suit jacket around his wrists, helping to lower them to his sides before I stood. I massaged each wrist before I walked leisurely to my bathroom for a washcloth, running it under hot water. I let Carter have a moment to himself before I returned.
Then, I got on my knees and cleaned him.
A heavy, sated sigh left his chest when the warm washcloth swept across his skin. He trembled involuntarily as I wiped up every drop he’d spilled, saving his cock for last. I wrapped the cloth around him with gentle pressure, just enough to clean him up without giving too much attention to an area I knew was sensitive at the moment.
When he was clean, I helped him sit up and get himself somewhat dressed again. He left his shirt unfastened but pulled up his briefs and pants. When he was situated, I grabbed a blanket from where it was laid over the arm of my couch and draped it around his shoulders.
“You can sit here, or you can move to the couch if you’d be more comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
I took enough time to get myself dressed again — pulling on my panties but leaving the garter and my pants where they lay. Then, I kicked out of my heels and padded barefoot over to the kitchen, pouring Carter a tall glass of water.
I snatched the bottle of wine off the island for me.