MIND YOUR MANNERS

It was no secret Celia required a firm hand. She was impetuous and bratty and fought back at nearly every command given to her. But being on her knees for Kai was exactly what she needed. His intense gaze kept her in line and the praise slipping from his lips with such a lustful tone was exactly enough to keep her firmly in her sub space and eager to do whatever he wanted. Especially if it allowed her access to his perfect cock.

Celia allowed her lips to part for his thumb, her tongue rising to meet him. But as he pressed down, she couldn’t hold back the moan, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment in pleasure before she met his intense gaze again. His touch was the perfect combination of rough and soft and left her craving more. But she knew only good girls got what they wanted and that’s exactly what she was going to be.

His praise went straight through her, the feeling of electricity it left behind making her feel alive. “Fuck..” The whispered curse was all she could come up with in response as she inched forward. 

Allowing his aching erection to press between her lips, Celia took him slowly, savoring the way he filled her mouth. Once he was painfully pressed against the back of her throat again, she began to move with a hypnotic rhythm, in and out, every thrust nearly gagging her.

Finally reaching up with her hands, she gripped at his jeans for a moment before cupping his balls and massaging them in a rhythm to match her mouth. She was no stranger to what to do with a man’s aching erection and she was determined to make quick work of Kai.

Kai found he especially liked when he reduced her to cursing, every moaned fuck going straight to his cock. He wondered, idly, how such curses would sound, driven from her mouth as he fucked up inside of her. How warm would the core of her be? How would she suck him inside, press down around him? Hell, he wanted to know. He wanted to feel her labored breathing as he fucked her, made her his over and over again with each and every thrust. 

But first, he’d allow her to work him over with her mouth. After all, she’d been so eager, so good. His pleasure was her pleasure. 

He watched her then, gaze never leaving her face as she leaned forward to take him into her mouth slowly, as if she were savoring him. His expression softened, heat flaring in the depth of his gaze. He dropped his hand, cupping her cheek gently as she took him ever deeper, thigh twitching slightly in pleasure. He stroked her cheek, thumb following the arch of her cheekbone as it bowed out while his cock filled her mouth. 

She was nearly gagging, saliva leaking from her mouth as she forced him ever deeper, the pressure making his breath go shallow, gaze hooded. “Yes,” he breathed, sounding wrecked by her, desire flooding him. “Just like that.” 

Then her hands lifted, taking advantage of the permission to touch given to her. Her deft fingers worked his balls over expertly, following the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of the moist heat of her mouth. His hand dropped away from her face immediately, going to grip the side of the pool table as he grunted, almost losing his composure because of her damn hands. 

[text]: I think you already know the answer to that, doe eyes.

[text] you have no idea

[text] mm fuck. this can be arranged. sir.

[text]: Don’t I? If I recall, that red lipstick of yours looked especially good smeared and ruined. 

[text]: I don’t know, I rather wonder how wet I’d have to get you to soil them. 

His sharp inhale was not lost on the submissive, the sound going straight to her core, causing even more wetness to pool. All she wanted was to please him, draw out praise from lips that were usually so harsh. Somehow his approval had become her main priority as she floated in the fuzz of her sub space.

A small part of her was embarrassed as the tears fell down her cheeks. But when he gripped her chin and tilted her head up, it was clear he enjoyed the sight of her coming undone. And even more clear he enjoyed dirty talk. Good.

“Mmm fuck sir. I loved taking you as deep as I could. I’d willingly give up every breath to feel the pressure of your cock on my tongue..to feel your cock pressing against my throat. I want to make you cum. I want to taste you.” She moaned the last words, her gaze falling down to his erection as she swayed softly.

As he finally let her hair go, she let out a gasp, his grip of her chin a welcome surprise as he ran a thumb across her lip. She bit down on the trail of electric touch his thumb left behind before begging again, “Please sir. Let me touch you. Let me pleasure you..”

She was a God damn sight to behold -- all smeared make up, mussed hair, and desperate, filthy pleas to pleasure him. If he wasn’t already hard, he sure as hell would be now. The warmth of her mouth beckoned him, called for him to fill her again and again all the way to the hilt. But, who was he to deny her when she begged so sweetly? After she had been so good for him? His touch might’ve had a cruel edge, but he was a giving Dominant at heart, especially when his submissive did so well for him. 

He didn’t immediately give her what she wanted, however. No, he tilted his head, just soaking in the sight of her, thumb pressing it’s way into her mouth insistently. “I have to wonder, Lia,” he said, tone pure filth, “Is your cunt also this wet for me?” He pressed down slightly on her tongue, forcing her mouth every wider, taking extreme pleasure in the way she opened up for him -- effortlessly, like she was made for him to make use of. 

His pulled his hand back then, knuckles brushing her cheek gently as he wiped the wetness from her skin. His expression was one of quiet consideration. 

The pressure of his length on her tongue sent her into a daze, her mouth responding automatically to wrap around him and take everything he offered. But as he paused, the head of his erection pressing against her throat, Celia tried hard not to gag, wanting to savor every inch of him while she could. 

The string of dirty talk slipping from his mouth was a quality distraction, only causing the wetness in her panties to spread. She only wished he was using her true name. Because at this point she knew hearing such praise from his lips could only be improved by the moaning of her real name.

All of a sudden he pulled back, leaving her gasping and desperate for everything she’d lost. Licking around her lips, Celia looked up at him with wide eyes, studying his handsome face for any sign of his pleasure etched on his features.

As he glanced away, Celia almost sighed out of frustration. But with his hands twisting in her hair, she stilled, prepared for the violent thrust that came next. All at once, she took the length of his deep in her mouth, his erection crashing against the back of her throat, forcing a low moan from her.

With every second that Kai remained still, Celia felt the edge of her vision grow hazy, the lack of oxygen slowly shutting down her body. But she held on, wanting to stay with him every moment, wanting to be good.

Blinking, she looked up at him, loving the carnal pleasure curling at the corners of his lips. It sent her heart racing, the lack of oxygen only exacerbated by the quickened pulse. As tears sprung at the corners of her eyes, she gagged violently, knowing her body couldn’t take the lack of oxygen any longer, no matter how much she wanted to keep him there, filling her throat.

She took it so well, withstood the press of his cock, ever eager to slide down her throat, to fill her completely. But, little by little she began to give, the need for oxygen overwhelming her body, the need to breathe surmounting as her eyes watered and she gagged. Her throat tightened around his cock, the shock of pleasure as she struggled earning a sharp exhale from him. He withdrew then, loving the way his cock slipped forth from her mouth, completely coated from the wetness of her. 

He felt a thrill climb up his spine then, settling warmly in the center of his chest as tears welled in her eyes, only to spill over, taking a smear of black mascara with them. He had done that, reduced her to this -- a beautiful display of raw submission. 

“Only sluts gag like that, Lia,” he said lowly with a dark undertone. He tilted her head up then, looking at her, forcing her to look back at him. “Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me what a slut you are for me; how much you enjoyed choking on my cock.” 

There was something in the way the dominant looked down at her that had her practically quaking. He looked at her with such possession she found her mind wandering, wondering what it would be like to be ravaged by him and left bare and raw, gasping for air. Usually she was the one playing games but with Kai? There was no doubt he was the one in control and she desperately wanted to lose herself in it.

As Celia begged him, she couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to enjoy the cursing. It was certainly something to note if they were to do this again. And if she had her way, that would absolutely be the case because this man was far too intense and pushing her into her sub space so easily she was going to need more.

She kept her eyes trained on his face, trying to take in every flicker of emotion that crossed his features. But when his hand reached down to free his erection, her gaze dropped instantly. She was so damn close it was tantalizing. So when he sprung free, impossibly hard and thick, she couldn’t help but gutteral moan that escaped her lips.

“Fuck me…” she gasped, biting down on her bottom lip hard. Her mouth instantly salivated at the sight and she almost didn’t wait to hear what he had to say next.

But luckily it was him giving her permission as he manhandled her head so temptingly close. She had nothing else to say in the moment except to part her lips and take the full length of him without hesitation. The submissive didn’t care if she choked (which was inevitable with his large girth). She wanted to taste every inch of him and draw whatever sounds from him she could with every thrust.

Oh, Kai had every intention to fuck her. 

First her throat, then he’d get her cunt good and wet and he’d fuck her there, too. Now was no time to get distracted at what would come after. No, not when had this beautiful woman parting her lips for him, willingly taking him into the warmth of her mouth. It was a sweltering sort of heat, the press and slide of her tongue as he slipped in, in, in making his hands twist impossibly tighter. 

Hell. 

“Look how easy you take my cock, Lia,” he said, fucking gone, just barely keeping himself in check -- he’d gag her, that much he knew, but for now he wanted to savor the pleasure of slowly sliding into her mouth. After all, her lips looked God damn divine stretched wide around his girth -- take, take, taking. “Beautiful.” 

He let his cock sit there, heavy on her tongue, for several moments, his breathing gone shallow, desire surrounding, building and building. All at once it came to a head and he pulled back, cock slipping free from her sloppy and wet mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two. “Are you gonna to take what I give you?” he asked her, words low with intent and expectation. “Gag for me, princess.”

Kai looked up then, away from Celia, the fingers snared in her hair pulled tight to keep her head in place. He thrust forward then without warning, shoving his cock back into her mouth, past red lips, cock head slamming against the back of her throat, God damn insistent. He held her there, eyes closing and mouth twitching, the power of having her like this akin to heroin. Addicting. Fulfilling. 

[text]: I think you already know the answer to that, doe eyes.

[text] a girl has to keep a few secrets

She pouts at her phone screen without responding. Until the next text comes and a wick grin grows on her lips.

[text] photo

Kai finishes pouring another round for the boys at the end of the bar when his phone vibrates. He checks it absentmindedly, not expecting a photo.

Well, well.

[text]: Red suits you, Lia.

[text]: I think you already know the answer to that, doe eyes.

[text] thats a secret, sir

-another long pause between texts-

[text] i want to see you

[text]: Is it now.

[text]: Good girl. Now, was that so hard?

There is a lengthy pause, and then: 

[text]: I think you already know the answer to that, doe eyes.

[text] …fuck yes. ive been told my voice sounds especially pretty when it’s almost entirely gone.

[text] if im honest im sick of only imagining the taste of you on my tongue. i want my drink with a side of you.

[text]: Have you. And how many Dominants, exactly, have told you how pretty you sound when your voice is almost gone, Lia?

[text]: Temptin’. I didn’t ask you how much you wanted me to fuck your mouth, however. 

A wicked smirk curled at her lips at his words and the dark chuckle that accompanied them. It was clear she wasn’t the only one feeling a little hot and heavy at the start of what she was sure promised to be a quality scene. But as his gentle hands twisted to pull her hair back tight, she couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped her lips.

“Fuck!” She cried out, her gaze meeting his, her dark eyes wide with surprise at the sudden cruelty. Again, she felt a little light headed at the unique combination of pain and pleasure, wetness pooling in her panties at the thought that this was only the beginning. 

“The easiest way to ensure I’ll be good is to fill my mouth with your cock. Please..I need to taste you.” She moaned before running her tongue over her lips and biting down hard. Her hands itched to reach out and touch him, especially with his crotch so damn close. But she couldn’t be punished and have the opportunity of his erection being presented inches from her face taken away. She was willing to be obedient when it gave her what she wanted.

“Please sir..I need you. Let me prove to you how good I can be for you. How fast I can make you cum and suck you dry.” She looked down at his unzipped jeans inches from her face and moaned loudly. “Sir..let me touch you before I lose my fucking mind..”

Her small gasp of surprise felt every bit the victory. Kai’s own gaze lowered, landing soundly on her mouth, soaking in the shape of them, red as sin and twisted wickedly wide. He wanted to see her with lipstick smeared, mouth debauched, lips bitten, God damn wrecked for him. His grip on her hair tightened at the thought of making a proper mess out of her -- pushing at her limits, finding her boundaries, helping her soar past them into new territory with him. 

If there was one thing Kai loved most about being a Dominant, it was helping submissives discover new sides of themselves, new depths to their submission. He wanted to see sides of this Lia no other Dominant had been able to draw from her. It was a dark, entirely too possessive train of thought... but, well, it’d been some time since he had a submissive that fit his type so well on their knees for him. 

The way she begged him for it, curses flowing freely, already had him impossibly hard. She looked so damn desperate for him, leaning in, moaning. He almost let her have what she wanted then and there with the easy breath of permission granted. But no, Lia needed to learn to mind her manners. Being made to wait was a thing she needed. 

Kai moved his free hand then, reaching down to pull his aching cock from the confines of his briefs, expression flickering with a flash of pleasure. He gripped the base of it, thick, hard and throbbing in his grip, a nearly inaudible grunt leaving his throat. He forced her head forward suddenly, staying her mouth just inches from the tip of his cock head. “Go on then, doe eyes,” he dared, voice gone rough and low, heavy with unfettered desire. “Prove to me how good you are.” 

[text]: I think you already know the answer to that, doe eyes.

[text] mmm especially then

-a short pause between messages-

[text] maybe i just like the ambiance

[text]: Shall I be rougher next time? Grab your hair and fuck your mouth until you’re hoarse?

[text]: I think you already know the answer to that, doe eyes.

[text] mm weird im usually told my tongue will get me far in life

[text] does a girl need a reason for wanting a stiff drink from a tall, dark and handsome bartender?

[text]: While you’re on your knees with my cock in your mouth, maybe. 

[text]: This girl does.