6
Landon
I’d been with enough women to tell which ones were going to make me work to get them off and which ones where wound so tight they just needed a little nudge.
Cass needed less than a nudge. I got her off in record time. And I planned on doing it many, many more times.
I pulled off my shirt, giving her a few moments to recover.
“Mmm, don’t do that,” she murmured, eyeing my chest through her lashes.
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t take off your shirt.”
“Why not? I asked around a laugh.
She tugged at the makeshift restraints. “Because you’re so fucking hot and all I want to do is touch you.”
A rumble left my throat. “You can touch me all you want. After I’ve had my fun. Deal?”
“Deal,” she whispered as I circled her navel with my tongue.
“Are you ready for some more?”
My balls tightened at the sexy groan she made.
Without warning, without any buildup, I dove into her pretty little pussy, sucking right on her clit until she writhed beneath me.
“Oh god! Fuck!”
She was already about to come. Jesus, I’d never been with anyone so easy to please.
I put a forearm across her hips to keep her from bucking away and slid three fingers into her. Cass went wild, screaming so loud her voice broke and went hoarse as she rode her orgasm back down to earth.
“I knew you’d be sweet,” I said wiping my mouth as she shivered with aftershocks. I slid my hands under her hips. “I’m gonna flip you over. Don’t worry, there’s enough slack in the pajamas that they’ll twist with you.” She nodded. I rolled her over and just like that Cass was on her elbows and knees, her fucking amazing ass right in my face. I gave it a good, solid smack and couldn’t help the rumble in my throat as her ass giggled under my touch. “Jesus fuck, honey, your ass...” I smacked it again and she moaned beneath me. “Do you like that?”
“Mhmm.”
I smacked her full, round cheek again, this time hard enough to leave a mark.
She gasped but leaned into my hand instead of away from it. That told me everything I needed to know.
Cass liked it rough. Just how rough? Well, I’d have to figure that out. “Cass?”
“Hmm?”
“Red and yellow, okay?”
“Wha...?”
“Yellow means caution, red means stop. If I touch you in any way that you don’t like, that’s how you’ll let me know, okay?”
Cass nodded, head lolling between her shoulder.
“Say it back to me, honey.”
She sighed. “Red is stop, yellow is caution. Say it if I don’t like it.”
I shook my head. Such a waste. If only I had known I’d end up Doming a sub who didn’t know she was a sub, I’d have brought some accessories. I looked around the room for anything I could use.
Bingo. I snatched a peacock feather from an ugly fake flower arrangement and drew circles down Cass’s spine to the red mark I’d left on her ass cheek. She twitched and shivered beneath it. I kissed the mark gently, then slapped her other cheek.
“Ooooh!” she cried out but again leaned into the sensation.
Fuck. I wanted nothing more than to yank off my pants and slam my cock into her dripping little pussy. But I also wanted to see just how open she was to other things. I set the feather down, grabbed her hips and lightly sunk my teeth into her ass. I sucked and swirled my tongue around before moving on to a new spot and biting a little harder. Each time Cass moaned and pushed into it until I was biting so hard I left marks.
I wouldn’t break the skin, that was a no-no for me. But damn if I wasn’t happy to walk the line.
Careful not to bite the same spot twice, I found an extra sensitive area. Just as Cass’s moans started to peak I eased a few fingers into her. She bucked and screamed and I upped the ante, running my thumb across her clit.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, god, fuck, fuck!” she panted, hips and ass bouncing with my strokes.
She was about to come again— I felt her tightening.
I could have kept doing what I was and just let her fall over the edge.
Or...
... I could up the ante again.
I hooked my arm around her hips, drew out the strokes on her clit and g-spot, and buried my face in her gorgeous fucking ass.
She wailed as soon as my tongue hit her puckered hole and came everywhere, all over my hand, down her legs, everywhere.
She collapsed on the bed, legs trembling, and eyes unfocused. I kissed the top of her head, got a towel and stroked the smooth curve of her back while I cleaned us both up.
I untied her, letting her have as long as she needed to recover.
To my amazement, she rolled over, looked me in the eye and said, “Your turn. Take off your fucking pants.”