Dalton (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (21 page)

I quickly thread the belt through its buckle and wrap it around one of Whitt’s wrists. I tug him to the bed. I crawl up on the mattress and kneel before him. It puts us nearly at face level.
“
There, this is better.” I lean forward and nip his lip with my teeth. It takes everything in me not to kiss him. I almost forget I’m sup
posed to be stripping him.
He gazes at me in stunned silence
. I will never forget
the look on his beautiful face-
the
way his big, blue eyes glow like bottomless
po
ols of crystal clear water o
r h
is slightly parted lips as he drags air deep into his chest.
“Whoever started the nickna
me pretty boy was a moron. You’
re absolutely beautiful and I’m glad that at least for
tonight you’
re mine.”
I yank the undershirt over his head and reveal the perfect expanse of his chest- no burn marks, tattoos, not even a hair. It’s flawless, golden skin, corded with lean muscles. I kiss him softly on his chest. I lick a path from one nipple to the next. He groans for me when I take his nipple with my teeth. My hands smooth around his back. I touch everywhere I can reach as I worship at his chest. He stands before me frozen, pant
ing, and moaning. It’s like he’
s afraid that if he moves I will stop. I’d love to tell him he’d have to pry me from his body, but that would require that I disconnect from him to speak.

I nibble his abs while my fingers make quick work
of removing
his pants and- hmm… last night it was boxers. I raise a brow at his underwear choice and he giggles.
“Did someone wear these for me?” I ask of the
tiny, silk underwear that barely conceals his cock.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to play with anyone else. Once I got a taste for you I needed more. I wanted to kill Bianca when she sat on your lap. I think I may have a
territorial
problem when it comes to you.”

“Whether I think it or not, my mind locates you everywhere I go. Just like in
the park. I knew you were there.
I could fee
l it,” I admit.

I find myself sucking at him through the soft fabric. His cry catches me by surprise. I shake my head and mumble to myself that I’m insane.

“I like the silk. It feels amazing against my tongue.” I demonstrate
it by licking him until the silk is saturated. I bite him and he cries out above me. His fingers tangle in my hair and for the first time I don’t flinch when my hair is pulled. I tell myself it’s Whitt and luxuriate in the sensation of his nails biting into my scalp. I know that the mild pai
n he inflicts is because I’
m giving him intense pleasure.
I tug the underwear down with my teeth and I’m reward by his cock popping out to greet me. He is perfect- long, thick, and slightly rosy at the tip.
“Catholic?” I ask and then nip the extra skin with my teeth- not hard, just enough for him to cry
out again. I’
m already addicted to the sound.
“Yeah,” he says bashfully. The tip of my tongue slips under the skin as I
suck
his head into my mouth. I slide him in
to
my mouth experimentally until I can take no more. I lick and nibble in a few different ways until I can tell by the sounds he makes what he loves and what he only likes.

“This is the first time I’ve done this so don’t judge me yet.” He looks down at me in surprise. “I wasn’t allowed to give back no matter how bad I wanted to.
My father was okay for me to receive and enjoy because all men love a mouth on their cock. Sucking someone off meant I was gay. I wasn’t allowed to be gay.”
I suck him in as far as I can take him and feel the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I do this several times until I can take all of him in
to
my mouth. I do this to prove I’
m gay because I glorify in the sensation of him filling my throat and the sounds he sings as I suck him deep.
“Ah- ah- ya better stop,” he moans in a panic. He tugs my hair until I slide my mouth up and kiss the tip of him.
“What’s the matter?” I roll my eyes up through the lace of my lashes. I know what I must look like to him. My ruby-red lips swollen and damp with my hair a wild mess around my face. I hold his gaze and pant.
“My God, Dalton, I’m going to cum just looking at your face. Fuck, I tried to seduce you earlier. It was child’s play compared to you.”

“Pray you never see Sebastian like this. He was born in the brothel to a whore. The women took to training him. I had to save hi
m from becoming a whore too. I’
m a novice
in comparison
to him.”
“You promise he isn’t your lover?” He looks down at me with a craz
ed expression.
“I promise. He’
s
handsome and seductive. But he’
s my friend first. I’m not what he wants. I do have plans for him.” I smirk at the thought. Whitt’s expression darkens. “Not for me- I have no plans for him with me.
I want to find him a Master who meets his needs
.
” 

Strong hands cup under my armpits and toss me farther on the bed. I laugh up to the man who has a good fifty pounds on me and several inches in height. He looks thrilled to be able to physically move me.
“You make me
as
territorial as fuck. I don’t even feel like myself when the thoughts pop into my mind.”
I moan loud enough that it echoes around the room when he lies down on top of me. I open my legs for him and he cradles himself between my thighs. I bite back a groan when I feel him pressed against me.

“
Good
God, that feels
amazing,” he groans
just before he kisses me.

I glorify in the kiss. I’ve never se
en him do an extensive tattoo, even though,
everyone says it’s his art. I don’t doubt his ability to ink a masterpiece, but pretty boy is a master with his lips and tongue. I meld into the kiss. I wrap my arms and legs around him and we rock in time with our mouths. The sounds resonating around the room are a mix of my moans and his cries.

Whitt
slides down my body while
he’s still devouring at
my mouth. His fingers skim down the backs of my thighs and lift. I g
asp out when I realize what he’
s up to.

My head falls back to the mattress and my eyes roll back. My fingers clench into the meaty flesh of his shoulders.
Even my toes curl. He rests his cock between my cheeks and slides back and forth slowly. I can feel his infamous lube smooth the way. I lie back gasping for air. My body is on fire with need.

“I want that,” I say in desperation as my fingers tangle in his blond hair. I push up against him showing him what I want in case he missed the obvious.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groans out and I can hear the control in hi
s voice that he’
s exhibiting.
“It’s not my first time. It’ll be the first time I
’ve wanted it. It won’t hurt me.
I’m used to it.”

I dig my fingers into his scalp and use it as leverage to pull myself up to take his mouth in a searing kiss. I bite his bottom lip brutally.
“Give it to me. Don’t make me fucking beg,” I growl out.
“But it won’t f
eel good for you, will it?” He’
s gulping air and his eyes are dilated and glazed over. I can see his need to give me what I want.
“Stop being such a fucking gentleman and fuck me.
I’ll show you next time that it feels incredible. What you’ve heard is just propaganda bullshit that straight men tell themselves so they
’ll
never want it. Because believe me, once you’ve had a taste you will want more. Please… please… please, I’ll beg,” I plead. My accent becomes so thick that I’m not sure I’m even begging in English anymore.

He’
s throbbing against me. I can feel his precum sliding down my ass. He wants it as bad as I do. He stares at my face for a minute trying to figure out if I’m telling the truth.
“Um- when I’m done you can, ya know-” He blushes bright red and it’s so adorable that I laugh.
“Trust me. I won’t need to.” I pull his face back down to mine roughly and I kiss him so sweetly that it makes my heart melt. My
body’
s on fire with need, but I take the time to show him that it can be passionate and slow.

He hooks his arms behind my knees and lifts. He presses me into the mattress until his mouth has access to mine again. The kiss builds from sweet with a fluttering
of lips to scorching where we’
re eating at each other’s mouths with lips and teeth.
“Are you sure?” His eyes look crazed, but he still asks for permission.

“Daniel, tomorrow when we’
re in this position, but in reverse, I guarantee you’ll understand why that question isn’t necessary,” I tease him.

“Mon Dieu,” I cry when he breaches me. He fr
eezes up and looks to see if I’
m alright.

I laugh, “Sorry, I guess you need a translator.” His lips quark up and his dimple appears. “It means my God. Please don’t stop.” I start to laugh and his chest rumbles against mine.
I lift up to reach his mouth and he smiles down at me.
“You like my kisses?” He leans down slowly and presses him mouth to mine. He lifts away. “I should punish you for scaring me half to death when you screamed bloody murder in French.”
He kisses me again and starts to slowly move and I know all is forgiven.

“Mon Dieu,” he whispers in my ear and laughs. “I think I’ve been doing this wrong all these years.”
“What?” I ask in confusion. He doesn’t answer me for a while. He slowly works his way in and out and I gasp with every thrust.
“Yes, I’ve definitely been do
ing it wrong. This feels right- with you.”
His entire body shudd
er
s
against mine and he loses some of the control he’d been holding.
I can’t break my eyes from his- they completely captivate me as he makes love to me. He is right- I’ve been doing it wrong too. A few times with clients it was nice, but it didn’t feel like this. And it sure as hell didn’t feel anything like this with a female.

He drops his weight on me, pressing our bodies tightly together. With every thrust his movements draw his abs across my cock. It gives a whole new meaning to washboard abs. He angles himself just the way I need so that he thrusts against the nerves inside me that will give me my release. His force is just right because in this position if he were banging into me
,
the base of his cock would torture my balls. Pretty boy instinctively knows what he is doing.
“You’re a savant when it
comes
to making love to
me. Just like that. Don’t stop…
I’m close
…
”
A moan wheezes out my throat.

His mouth is at my ear breathing in bursts and groaning uncontrollably. Pressure builds in the base of my cock so much more powerful
because he’
s inside
of
me. My body tenses and I release a long moan. My hands grip into his back and my short nails dent his skin.

“Mon Dieu!”
My spine bows and I arch my neck. I start to gasp for breath as the moans pour from my throat. Whitt releases a long stream of swear words against my ear that shocks me.

“Daniel,” I moan as he rolls faster inside
of
me. My body tenses and I scream my release. My toes curl painfully, my fingers bite into his skin. My back arches so far off the bed that I’m almost bent in half. Then the flood starts-
fiery
stream after stream of seed shoots from my cock and floods our chests. It’s never ending in its pleasurable torture. As long as he strokes inside
of
me I continue to cum.

“Dalton, yes!”
He shouts his release.
His body tremors against mine sliding eas
ily in our combined sweat and my cooling
cum.
The sensation of our bodies gliding so effortlessly almost has me climaxing again.

His arm
s
slide out from beneath my knees and my legs slide down to wrap around his waist. He drags his hands up my chest, along my throat, and behind my neck. He cups the nape of my neck in his fingers. He stares down at me and I can see need lingering in his eyes.
He abruptly grips my neck and thrust
s
forcefully inside
of
me. I grunt from the force and moan from the pleasure.

“I’m sorry, Dalton, but the moment you let me inside
of
you, you became min
e. And I’m never letting you go,
”
he vows.

The look of
pure
rapture on his face and the devotion in his voice takes my breath away.  I try to respond, but my breath keeps hitchin
g. He smiles at
my expression of shock.
He leans forward and takes my lips in a sweet kiss- my lover.