He lowers his voice to a rumbling warning. “What will it be? My cock or the cane?”
Oh God.I scramble through the confused mess of my brain. I don’t want to take the cane. Six strikes yesterday in the office were more than enough. I’m still fragile from the emotional upheaval and everything that happened. I think I’ll break down if I have to take more pain like that.
I squeeze my eyes shut and push a hard gust of air through rounded lips. “Your cock.”
“Very well. Get up and take off your panties.”
I rise and pause, thinking he’ll stop this madness any moment. But he just keeps watching in all seriousness as I reachunder my skirt. I train my gaze on the piano keys and push down my panties, tensing at the feeling of moisture on the fabric as I slide them down my legs. Then I hug my arms around my waist and wait for the next step.
“Hands behind your back like a good girl,” he instructs and steps behind me. “Squared shoulders.” He pulls my shoulders back, and a surge of heat rolls through me even as I want to combust from shame as I’m forced to stand up straight and wait for his discipline—his cock—like a good, obedient girl.
“Now turn around,” he says, and I slowly turn to face him. “I’m not going to spoil your innocence just yet.” He reaches up under my skirt and finds my clit. I release a shuddery moan. Even after he made me come yesterday, it still feels like I haven’t been touched for years, and the sensation has a whirl of heat rushing to my core. He slides his finger down and just inside my opening. “You won’t get anything in here until I decide it’s time to take your secondhand virginity.”
I gasp. I want to protest. Not just because of his outrageous words, but also because I’m desperate for him to push his finger deeper—to replace it with something else. But I hold back my words as shame keeps twisting, warring with the pleasure one moment only to merge with it and drive it higher the next.
He pulls his finger out and lifts it to my mouth. “Since your anal virginity is Killian’s to claim, I’ll have to make do with your mouth.”
I pant hard as he pushes his finger past my lips, smearing my own wetness across them. I want to bite down and refuse him entrance, but my body is no longer mine. My lips part to let him in. There’s nothing I can do as he pushes his finger across my tongue, feeding me the taste of my own desire. I whimper. Repeatedly. Still, I just stare at him, locked in place by the spell he has woven around me.
Slowly, he pulls his finger out. “I’m sorry the first time in your mouth won’t be pleasant.”
“What do you mean?” I ask in a thin voice.
He doesn’t answer, simply pressing down on my shoulders to get me on my knees.
“This is not for your pleasure. It’s to discipline you.”
I watch him open his belt and see the big bulge straining behind his pants. He’s already hard. And he’s huge.
“I’m not sure I want this,” I whisper when he pushes his pants down, leaving just the thin material of his boxers. It’s too much. Too fast. Too wrong. And I’m so damn scared.
“No?” He leans down and grabs my chin. “Do you want the cane instead?”
I shake my head.
“Then be a good, obedient girl and open your mouth.”
I slowly part my lips and open, my eyes darting all over, trying not to look at him and failing miserably.
Humming, he trails his thumb along my lower lip, and that small sound might be the best one I’ve ever heard—knowing that I’ve pleased him. That hewantsto be inside my mouth. It melts away the fear and sharpens my focus on him—his attentive gaze and his gentle touch as he keeps stroking my lips.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow when I come inside your mouth?”
“Yes,” I say on a shuddery exhale.
“Every last drop?”
I nod in his grip.
“Good girl.” Trailing his hand along my cheek, he straightens.“As a reward,” he begins, taking his hard length out of his briefs, “I’ll give you a few minutes to get acquainted with my cock before I take over.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, staring at the thick length in front of me, barely knowing what I’m thanking him for, just knowing his warm tone.
He holds his cock out to me, and I tentatively take it between my fingers, feeling the size, the hardness, and the smoothness at the tip. I lick my lips as I wrap my hand around it and stroke a few times. Iwantit in my mouth. And not just any cock. I glance up at the man who has taken charge of my whole world in the blink of an eye. I want to tastehim. Ian.
Tentatively, I lean closer, inhaling the musky but clean scent. I press a soft kiss to the tip, and there’s that deep hum again. It spurs me on. I wrap my lips around the tip, sucking gently, swirling my tongue around it, tasting—licking the slit, licking the full length.
Ian places a hand on my head. His touch is calm and patient, and it grants me the courage to go further. I take it in my mouth, little by little. Tasting and testing. Bringing it deep into my mouth. A twinge of disappointment rolls through me when I take it so deep it nearly triggers my gag reflex and I notice it’s only halfway inside.