Have Gun, Will Travel (The Bare Bones MC #5)(41)
This was pure torture.
“You don’t owe me,” I panted, “but you’ve got a kind heart. Don’t you want to please me as well?”
“This isn’t about pleasing you, sub,” he said sternly. Pressing his fingertips underneath his cock’s mushroom head, Sax squirted out a few more drops of delicious jism. Now he spread the lube in an overhand manner, lengthening his penis, drawing it out, down, even massaging his own balls with the other hand. “This is all about my pleasure, and don’t you forget it. I like to torment you with my body. I like to molest you and provoke you until you’re crazed with desire.”
“Well, you did it, Zane. You f*cking did it. Now give it to me. Let me suck.”
Instead, he increased his pumping. Now he stroked his hard-on in earnest. Angled up toward his abdomen like that, I could see the vein that ran underneath, and it seemed to throb with urgency. If I couldn’t participate, if he was going to make me dangle here like a pointless sub, then I would damned sure join in the only way I could. Verbally.
“Our father in heaven,” I sighed, “you are one fine piece of work, Mr. Zane. My mouth waters to taste you. I want to lap at your balls, I want to lick your *, I want to suck on that big dick until you shoot in my throat.”
He was serious now, concentrating on his work, giving me room to improvise.
“You are the most buff, handsome, and macho man I’ve ever run across. How can you live with yourself without constantly touching yourself, constantly jacking off? I’d be looking in the mirror night and day, watching myself shoot against the glass. You’re irresistible, Zane, that’s why I need to claim you. Why can’t I put a PROPERTY patch on you? I want you all to myself because you’re the most built, brave, and free-spirited man I’ve ever met. My face is the only one I want you to come on.”
Just as I said that, it was like he obeyed. He went off like a shot, splashing me right in the eyeball until it stung. Another jet got me right in the mouth, so I quickly learned to shut my eyes and open my mouth and just let the warm, creamy jizz splash me. Soon it was dripping down my jawbone, absolutely sliding down my bare chest, a trickle of it dribbling between my tits. And more jets kept coming. It was like he hadn’t come in weeks—or so I hoped.
“Oh,” I gasped after gulping a hearty swallow. His jism was sweet, not tangy like Roscoe’s. Like he had a better, cleaner diet. “Lord. I’m filled to the brim. Please let me lick you dry.”
But he had no desire for anything like that. Grasping my shoulder, Sax twisted me so I faced the wall. Suddenly he was on his back below me, between my thighs. Propping himself on his shoulders, he gripped one of my hips and buried his face in my muff.
Our father in heaven.
His tongue snaked expertly around my clit, caressing me, tickling me, exciting me beyond my wildest dreams.
Never having been in this position before, I exploded almost instantly.
CHAPTER TEN
SAX
The sweet, innocent woman came almost right away.
Sax wasn’t surprised. He doubted that buttmuncher Roscoe ever bothered pleasuring his sub. And he knew she hadn’t been away from the abbey long enough to rack up many other sub-pleasuring tops, such as him. He was a rarity. He liked to flip the tables, to exchange the power, if only briefly enough to make his sub crave him more…more.
He knew when to withhold, and when to give. Now was the time to give, just a little, enough to ingrain the memory onto Beatrix’s brain banks for time immemorial. She’d never forget this skull job, and she’d give him whatever he wanted to get another one again.
So yeah, he wasn’t totally unselfish. He had greedy motives. And pleasuring her would please him, as well. There was nothing more aesthetically pleasing than a helpless, squirming, bound woman queening one’s face, simultaneously topping yet bottoming. The dichotomy of such a scene never failed to excite Sax, and his prick, amazingly, started hardening again as he licked her sweet, virgin clit.
Her orgasm sent her into a frenzy. She squirted into his mouth and he lapped it up gratefully, feeling powerful and virile, able to create such a reaction in the virtuous woman. Her hips shimmied and shook like a twenties flapper. Her mouth a perfect O, she seemed jolted into unconsciousness, as though she gripped a live electrical wire.
Sax let her down slowly, skillfully. He slowed his lapping until he could finally break away completely. No reaction from her. She still twitched and sucked in air as she hung from her suspension cuffs. She’d been strung up there long enough, so Sax unhooked first one cuff, massaging the life’s blood back into her shoulder, then the other. Soon she was lying in a sexy, beautiful, naked puddle in his lap, draped across his half-erect cock like a woman cut down from the gallows.
Sax stroked her forehead, her perfectly white throat. “Maybe this isn’t the best time for this.” He wasn’t even sure if she heard him. It depended how far into sub-drop she’d gone. He leaned over to finger something out of a cut pocket. It was a PROPERTY OF rocker, minus the name, suitable for an old lady’s jean jacket, or leather if she preferred. If she accepted it, Maddy could help her find a “Sax” patch. “Seeing as how you have nowhere to put it. But here, Bee. I hope you wear this in good health.”
He slid the patch between her sleepy fingers. The slight touch seemed to wake her up. Her eyelids fluttered like Sleeping Beauty. He kept talking in a droning, reassuring tone. “I’m going to get the Box of Rocks ready to open once I nab Tormenta for you gals. We got close to him yesterday, but some idiocy prevailed, and he got away. I put a tracker on his vehicle, which isn’t to say he’ll take that exact vehicle. But once all this shit’s over with, I intend to run the Box of Rocks myself. With an assistant of course—”