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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 underside

cushion to keep himself from taking control—he wanted to know what she would do, how

her knees forward, 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 mouth and the inner edges

very deep, though he felt her try, listened for the change in her breathing as she timed it to coincide

your hands,” he commanded, aware his voice was

the base of his cock, squeezing in

pressure just under her ears. She froze, lips still

at me,”

almost black in the

from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear as she lowered her

it wouldn’t be long

less controlled, less choreographed, but it wasn’t from a lack of care. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need

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 to his

his shaft, then slowed for three final thrusts, bumping his

on her tongue, his fingers rhythmically massaging her scalp as he groaned in pleasure, the sight of her on her knees, lips wrapped

breathing heavy. Beth looked at him, her mouth half open, and he realized

and he nodded, watching as she closed her mouth and

stroked her jaw, the curve of her throat, and the delicate line of her collarbone, before dropping his fingers to her nipples,