THE NEW PET{BDSM 4}

He wasn't sure how he'd managed to hold off his orgasm for so long, even as his balls were tight and his cock was the hardest it had ever been in his life. He drummed his fingers against the floor, focusing on the pattern his fingers made. His breathing evened and his balls stopped being so tight. Sabine noticed and smiled.

“Good boy,” she murmured against his lips. “You're learning control. But I think I've strung you out for long enough.”

She leaned over him, then wrapped her hands around his neck and squeezed. His blood and breath were cut off, and Joshua's mind ceased to function.

“Cum for me.”

Josh heard the words as if they were spoken from far away. He saw a wall of pleasure slam into him. The sensation was almost painful in its pleasure as he came, her rippling walls drawing spurt after spurt of cum from him.

He gasped, hands scrabbling on the hardwood floor as he felt himself near unconsciousness.

Something black started to creep into the solid wall of white that was his vision when she took her hands away. Joshua coughed and gasped for breath as his senses began to work again. Color, light, sound all flooded back in, and he struggled to re-adjust to the sensations.

She rose up above him, an Amazonian that was his to adore.

“Are you thirsty?” she asked him. Josh nodded, still trying to catch his breath. “I'll give you something sweeter than water.”

She pulled him up by his forearm until he was sitting up, and then she stood beside him, her legs on either side of him with her pussy directly in front of his face. He ached to taste it, to drink in the scent of honey and vanilla, and he leaned forward unconsciously.

Immediately her hands were on his head, drawing him back sharply.

“I'm sorry Mistress,” he said. He was surprised how easily the words left his mouth.

“You're eager, I like that. But you have to learn who is in control here.” She kept her hands in his hair, and brought herself to him, until her pussy was directly over his mouth. “Drink your fill.”

Josh proceeded to do just that. He flicked his tongue out tentatively, catching a drop of her nectar on the tip of his tongue and savored it.

The taste of her made him giddy and light-headed, and he opened his mouth wide and began to eat her out greedily.

He licked a trail from her pussy, flicking the engorged nub with his tongue when he reached it. Her hands stayed steady in his hair, and her legs didn't tremble.

The only sign of her pleasure was the way her breathing varied. A pause here, a hitch there, a whole second lost told him when he was on the right track.

He was attuned to those little signals, straining with every fiber of his being to catch the signals. When he fastened his teeth gently around her clit, her breath caught. And when he circled her entrance with two fingers, she shuddered a little.

And yet he knew he had to ask. “Mistress, may I?”

“You may,” she answered, and he was surprised to hear her voice was as smooth and even as ever. She was really an extraordinary woman.

Josh slid the fingers into her and felt her take a deep, long breath. He began to curl his fingers inside her as he licked her clit with his tongue, pressing down firmly with it.

He stopped stroking the clit and began to make tight concentric circles around it, and he could tell she approved from the way she exhaled loudly.

He kept up the rhythm, noting when her breathing came slightly faster, then pressed down firmly on her g-spot and sucked her clit hard.

She gasped and warm liquid flooded his mouth. He drank it greedily, taking care not to miss any drops, and then he cleaned her up with his tongue before she stepped back.

She squatted, her boots on either side of his thighs, and tipped his chin up with a long, blood-red nail tip.

“Did I please you, Mistress?” Josh asked.

“I am very pleased,” she replied, a small smile on her face. “You know you were made for this.”

Josh started to reply, to argue, but he thought about it and realized she had a point. He'd adapted so quickly, and he'd loved it. Maybe she had a point, so he said nothing.

“So, will you be back tomorrow,” she asked, looking into his eyes. Joshua looked back, and hers were steady and sure. “Yes, Mistress.”