Breathe (Songs of Submission #10)(18)

“We should’ve gotten a place with a porch,” he said, lacing his fingers in mine. Only good stuff had happened on his old porch, back when he’d subtly made sure I didn’t enter his house with my clothes on.

“I miss your craftsman,” I said.

“Me too.” He stopped at the front door and gently put his hand around my throat, feeling the collar. “You were magnificent tonight.”

“Thank you.”

He put the code in the door lock, and it popped open.

“You’re not a fraud,” he said, moving his hand up to my face. “You’re very real.”

With the door open and the promise of a night under him a step away, I turned and parted my lips, letting his finger slide between them. I flicked my tongue along the length of it then took it all in my mouth. With a sharp breath, his own lips parted as I cupped my puckered lips around his finger and slid it out.

“My mouth is yours,” I said. “I have an idea.”

“An idea?”

“I think you’ll like it.”

***

I was on my back on the kitchen table. Jonathan had made sure the staff was gone for the night, and once that was cleared up, I’d gotten undressed, down to my black garters, and gotten on the hard, flat surface.

“This idea,” he said, stroking inside my legs and hooking his finger on the crotch of my panties. “I like it already.”

As I pushed myself back until my head hung over the edge of the table, he pulled off my underwear. I let my head drop until I could see through the glass doors to the backyard. The world went upside down. I gripped the sides of the table, so intense was the feeling that I’d fall over.

Jonathan stood beside of me and stroked me from cunt to tits.

“May I have it? Please?” I groaned.

“Have what?”

“Your cock in my mouth. Down my throat. Come down my throat.”

He took out his cock. Magnificent beast, dripping with salty pre-come, and he put it to my tongue to lick off.

He put his fingers on my lips. With a sharp inhale, he shoved his fingers into my mouth. I opened my throat, pressing down the back of my tongue. My throat, the collar was exposed to his eyes, and he touched it with his other hand.

“Open. I’m going to f*ck your mouth.”

I did, and he pushed his fingers down. All the way down. The sinews of my neck pushed against the collar, and he groaned when he pulled them out.

“Take it,” he said, putting the tip of his dick to my lips. “Take it all.”

I could only feel it. I felt my body, out and vulnerable, his cock invading my throat. I closed my eyes. He pulled out to let me breathe, and I heaved.

“You all right?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.” I was still facing upside down, collar exposed to the ceiling. I opened up for him, and he guided his dick back in.

“That collar,” he said as he put his length down the throat extended before him. “Fuck. You’re mine.”

He put his hand between my legs as he f*cked my face, timing it again so he had three strokes, then I got a breath. His hand pressed against my cunt, gathering fire. I pushed my hips into him, screaming in pleasure against his cock.

He grunted, pulled out. “Breathe!”

It was a command, an order, and I pulled in a breath before he shoved himself back in, invading me, breaking me, leveraging himself with my tits.

“God,” he growled and came in the back of my mouth, marking it.

Sticky in my throat, and salty as he released onto my tongue. Forward again, the last few drops down deep. He released my tits on the last thrust and drew his hands across the collar, pulling on the lock. He gasped and pulled away so I could see him.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you.”

I was too full of him to answer.

I lifted my head to get the blood flow back, and he picked me up. He carried me toward the stairs, but we didn’t make it past the living room. He dropped me on the couch and kneeled before me, kissing inside my legs. I ran my fingers through his hair and let his mouth do its work. He didn’t let me come but mounted me when he was ready, f*cking me until I stiffened and arched, coming with him, breathing deeply to a shared rhythm.

THE END