to his room with his itinerary. He had an important meeting and had awoken late, which meant they had to shuffle his other appointments. One sight of the hard muscles cording his legs and defining his ass, clearly visible through the tight briefs, had sent moisture pooling between her legs. She had been on the job for exactly one week.
The look of shock on her face must have recalled him to his state of undress. He had ended his call and hurriedly remedied the situation. Though she couldn’t concentrate with him not dressed, she’d lamented the loss of such a sexy picture. She’d held on to the image and used it to fuel more than one masturbatory fantasy.
But now all professional courtesies had been suspended. He shoved his jeans and briefs down. His cock tangled in the fabric. Marcella envied the hand that reached in to free his erection, but that envy melted away once she came face-to-face with his cock. Though average in length, the thickness came as a surprise. Sean’s lean build didn’t lead her to imagine such girth.
She licked her lips.
He followed the path of her tongue, tracing his cockhead along her newly wet mouth. She longed to taste him, but she knew better than to open and take him inside. If she did that, he would deny her this pleasure on principle.
“Ask for it.”
No hesitation on her part. “Master, please may I suck your cock?”
“Open your mouth, Cella. You’ll take me inside; then we’ll see whether or not you get to suck.”
She read the subtext. Her mouth was merely a vessel. She couldn’t take an active role until he gave permission. Obediently, eagerly, she opened her mouth and relaxed her jaw. He eased the tip inside and pulled back. She barely got a taste.
He pushed in again, stopping once the crown of his cock breached the welcoming heat of her mouth. She wanted to lick the rim around his head and dip her tongue into the small opening that leaked evidence of his desire. She wanted to suck him deeper. She struggled to keep her tongue still as he withdrew again.
No matter what the cost, she would pass this test. The glass dildo slipped an inch. Because of its smooth surface, she barely felt it move. Flexing her muscles, she urged it back inside, but gravity proved stronger. At least she stopped it from sliding completely out. She let a moan escape, the inevitable result of her struggle.
Sean worked his cock into her mouth slowly. Each time, he pushed in just a little farther than he had before. When he bumped the back of her throat, he paused while she fought her gag reflex. The phallus in her pussy slipped a little more, drawing her attention away from the cock in her mouth.
“Swallow me, my darling slave. Show me how much you want to please your master.”
With perfect timing and rhythm, he thrust as she swallowed. “Fuck, Cella. You feel so fucking good. Put your hands on my hips so I don’t knock you over. Hold still while I fuck your mouth.” He gripped the sides of her head and growled the words in a voice that betrayed his lack of control.
His warning meant he wouldn’t be gentle or considerate. She wanted neither. The thought of him using her mouth excited her like nothing else, except perhaps the thought of him using her pussy or her ass for the same purpose. She was proud to make her master lose control.
He thrust into her mouth without fooling around with a slow tempo or a long buildup. The muscles of his hips, so tense under her fingers, trembled as he pistoned. He tightened his hands on her head, and his seed coated the back of her throat. She swallowed her reward. He thrust twice more, and then he went still.
She took the opportunity to finally use her tongue on his softening cock. He pulled from her slowly, and she cleaned him as he went.
He released his hold on her head and pushed her hands from his hips. “Lie back, but keep your knees on the pillow. Can you bend like