The Dom’s Submission: Complete Series by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 29: Maggie
Maggie didn’t want to do this. She loved having Terry go down on her, but this…She straddled his face, her cheeks burning as she stared at him. His eyes were locked on her pussy and she wanted to cover herself or shove her head under her pillow.
“Come here.” His voice was a dark rasp that she couldn’t disobey.
She lowered and he inhaled sharply.
“You smell so fucking good.” His hands were on her thighs, pulling her downward. “Put your hands on the headboard.” She did as he said. “Now, come here so I can taste you.”
She stared at the wall as she lowered herself, her body stiff. This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t right and then his tongue was there, a tickle of motion and heat. Her fingers tightened on the headboard and she shifted downward, not caring that this was wrong, only caring about the pleasure. His tongue flicked again, teasing her. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out–habit from all those wonderful nights and afternoons sneaking around while the kids slept or Davy napped.
“I want to hear you.” His lips pressed against her opening and his deep voice vibrated through her.
She couldn’t help it. She shifted lower. He smiled between her legs and she wanted to die, but not if it meant moving because his tongue was playing along her slit, dipping in and lapping at her. His hands tightened on her thighs, holding her in place but she wasn’t going anywhere, except maybe lower. His lips closed over her tiny bundle of nerves and sucked as he shoved a finger inside her.
She moaned, low and long, her body rocking to the rhythm of his finger. “Oh…oh…Terry.”
“Don’t you come.” He eased off her clit, licking her in long, lazy strokes.
She dropped her head against the headboard. “Please, Sir. I want to come. I need to come.”
“No.”
“Shit,” she mumbled. He was trying to kill her.
His tongue joined his finger and he stroked her inside before moving to her labia, teasing and playing. The deep thrust of his finger and the rough rasp of his tongue sent spirals of pleasure ricocheting through her. She rocked against his face, whimpering. She needed to come. She was so close. She couldn’t wait. She lifted one hand from the headboard, her fingers slipping between her legs. All she needed was a little touch.
“No, you don’t.” He shoved her hand away. “Hold the headboard or I stop.”
“Oh, god. Please, don’t stop.” She grabbed the headboard. That’d be worse than not coming, at least she was still close, still had pleasure zinging through her.
“Do you like this, rabbit?” He flicked her clit.
“Yes.”
“I was right, wasn’t I?”
He was such an arrogant ass, but he wasn’t wrong. “Yes.” She bit her lip as he pushed another finger inside of her.
“You’re going to trust me from now on, right?” He sucked her clit.
“Yes. Yes.” Her pussy throbbed for release.
His fingers moved faster and faster while the pressure from his mouth increased.
“God, Terry…Sir. I’m coming. I…please.” She took great gasping breaths, fighting her orgasm, waiting on his permission.
He let up on her clit. “Come for me, Maggie.”
His lips were back on her, hot and wet. Her hips thrust toward him, seeking release. He bit down gently, sending her over the edge. She screamed as her body bucked, rocking against his face.
