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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.”

her tongue flicking the vein along the underside of his dick, before taking the head in

grabbing on to the cushion to keep himself from taking control—he wanted to know what

it was between her lower teeth and the sensitive underside of his cock. The head of his cock rubbed over the roof of her mouth and the inner edges of her back teeth, before bumping the

him very deep, though he felt her try, listened for the change in her breathing as she

commanded, aware his voice was

of his cock, squeezing in time

wrapped his hand around the back of her 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

at me,”

flicked up, brown eyes almost black in the shadows of the

him. James pushed her hair back from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear as she lowered her mouth towards his pelvis, moving with a kind

he demanded, knowing it wouldn’t

controlled, 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 was bereft

and now he could cradle her head in his hands, thrusting into her mouth even as she bobbed up and down on him. She released the base of his cock and clung

as he felt the orgasm build in his shaft, then slowed for three final thrusts, bumping his cock against her throat with each deep

he groaned in pleasure, the sight of her on her knees, lips wrapped around

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

him and he nodded, watching as

curve of her throat, and the delicate line of her