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If he didn’t get his cock in her mouth within the next minute, James was going to lose his mind.

Beth’s steps were tentative as she walked with the chastity belt pressed tight against her pussy. Seeing the fire of her need, a fire that burned so hot it melted all thoughts of being a good rule-following sub, was incredibly sexy, but nothing compared to the way it felt to have her yield to him in a kiss.

That was true submission—to be driven to the point of near madness with desire and still yield control. It was easy to be submissive when the base need to fuck wasn’t consuming. Only a true submissive would submit when every instinct screamed for her to take control and find satisfaction.

James scrubbed one hand over his face, taking a minute to pull himself together. Topping Beth was both challenging and easy—simply put, they had good chemistry.

When Beth returned, laying the cushion on the tile at his feet, he motioned for her to kneel, not trusting himself to speak. Part of him wanted to know what she felt, what she was thinking. A bigger part of him wanted her mouth on his cock, so the conversation would have to wait.

She must have sensed what he wanted, because she knelt facing him, her knees spread, hands palms up on her thighs.

When he unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, he felt the weight of her gaze. Adjusting his slacks, he pulled his cock free, deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble of standing up in order to get them all the way off.

He was rock hard and already wet from pre-come. Stroking himself a few times, he watched Beth lick her lower lip, which brought his attention to her pretty mouth.

James moved his hand, inviting her to pleasure him. She leaned forward only to stop, eyelashes flickering as she looked up. For half a second he was ready to punish her for teasing him, but reminded himself that it was more likely she was waiting for an order.

Clearing his throat, he forced himself to not make it simple for her. “I am going to come. Either from jerking myself off, and I’ll come on your pretty face, or you can suck my cock.”

leaned forward, the tip of her tongue flicking the vein along the

the cushion to keep himself from taking control—he wanted

Beth started to suck him in earnest, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue extended so that it was between her lower teeth and the sensitive underside of his cock. The head of his cock rubbed over the roof of her

she couldn’t take him very deep, though he felt her try, listened for the change in her breathing as she timed it to coincide

he commanded, aware

fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing in

neck, controlling her by exerting gentle pressure just under her ears. She froze, lips still wrapped around the shaft just behind the head, her tongue stroking the slit in long, slow licks that were making

me,”

gaze flicked up, brown eyes almost black in the

tucking it behind her ear as she lowered her mouth towards his pelvis, moving with a kind of teasing slowness that he both hated

he demanded, knowing it wouldn’t

less choreographed, but it wasn’t from a lack of care. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need that filled her and was being translated into pleasuring him, even as she

he could cradle her head

the orgasm build in his shaft, then slowed for three final thrusts, bumping

on her tongue, his fingers rhythmically massaging her scalp as he groaned in pleasure,

heavy. Beth looked at him, her mouth half open, and he realized that she had

him and he nodded, watching as she closed her

jaw, the curve of her throat, and the delicate line of her collarbone, before dropping his