Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
He gave me one last squeeze, and then he sat up. “Why don’t I go clean up a bit, and then we can start the movie?”
I nodded eagerly, already reaching for the remote control on my nightstand. As Dylan disappeared into the bathroom, I pulled up the movie on the streaming service, then snuggled back into the pillows to wait.
A few minutes later, Dylan emerged, looking refreshed. He slipped into bed beside me, pulling me close against his side. I pressed play, and the familiar strains of the overture filled the room.
As we watched, I found myself relaxing more and more. Dylan’s warmth beside me, the comfort of the familiar story unfolding on screen—it all combined to create a cocoon of contentment around us. Every so often, Dylan laughed at a joke, or exclaimed at a favorite moment, and the spark of renewed need I had felt began to build into something even warmer.
By the time Don Lockwood danced through the rain-soaked streets, I could feel the familiar heat building and building, low in my belly. The urge to put my hand there made me tighten my fingers into a fist. My brow furrowed as I remembered how I had gotten into all this… well, trouble didn’t seem like the right word, but I had gotten my butt whipped, hadn’t I? And here I was in bed next to the man who had caused the problem, both of us naked. Would a good girl…
Would a good girl ask for it?
Trembling a little, I turned away from the screen to look at Dylan’s gorgeous face, his gaze fixed on the movie. As I watched his strong profile, illuminated by the flickering light of the screen, I felt the ache between my thighs grow even stronger. The warmth of his body next to mine, the memory of his touch, the way he had claimed me so thoroughly—it all combined to stoke the embers of desire to a raging bonfire.
I squirmed slightly, trying to ease the building tension. My bottom still throbbed from its harsh lesson, but even that discomfort seemed to fuel my arousal. I bit my lip, torn between my growing need and my fear of overstepping.
Finally, unable to contain myself any longer, I whispered, “D-Dylan? Sir?”
He turned to me, his hazel eyes warm with affection. “Yes, sweetheart?”
I felt my face flame as I struggled to voice my desire. “I… I was wondering… um…” I trailed off, suddenly overwhelmed by shyness.
Dylan’s lips quirked into a knowing smile. “What is it, Andrea? Tell me what you need.”
His gentle encouragement gave me the courage to continue. “I… I was hoping… maybe… we could… you know…” I gestured vaguely, my cheeks burning hotter by the second.
Dylan’s smile widened. “Are you asking me to fuck you again, sweetheart?”
I nodded, unable to meet his gaze.
Dylan considered for a moment, his eyes roaming over my flushed face and trembling form. “Well,” he said slowly. “I suppose I could be persuaded. But you’ll have to earn it.”
My heart raced at his words. “H-how, sir?”
“If you’re a good girl and suck my cock while I finish the movie, I’ll fuck you again when it’s over. How does that sound?”
A mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursed through me at his crude suggestion. Part of me wanted to hide my face in shame, but a larger part thrilled at the idea of pleasuring him, of proving my submission.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Dylan’s hand came to rest on the back of my head, guiding me gently but firmly. “Then get to work, sweetheart. Show me how much you want my cock.”
Face burning, I slid down his body until I was positioned between his legs. His cock was already half-hard, and it twitched as I tentatively wrapped my hand around the base. I glanced up at Dylan, seeking reassurance.
He smiled down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “That’s it, good girl. Nice and slow.”
Emboldened by his praise, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. The familiar taste of him flooded my senses, making me moan softly. I began to bob my head, taking him deeper with each movement.
Dylan’s hand remained on my head, not forcing me but providing a constant reminder of his dominance.
I settled into a gentle rhythm, sliding my lips up and down Dylan’s shaft as he watched the movie. The familiar songs and dialogue provided a surreal backdrop to my intimate act. I focused on pleasuring him, licking the head reverently before taking him deeper. Dylan’s quiet groans of approval sent thrills through my body.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan murmured, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Such a good little cocksucker.”
The coarse words made me whimper around the thick length of his rigid manhood. I redoubled my efforts, trying to make my mouth soft and yielding as I sucked him. My jaw began to ache, but I was determined to make him feel good.