Welcome to Chapter 13 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you haven’t read the previous chapters yet. I hope you aren’t set on James having more dialogue in this chapter. I don’t think he even gets to say anything, but he sure does a lot…
~Jayden
Chapter 13:
I am not naive enough to think that he doesn’t or hasn’t had other partners, but the way he finds my clit almost instantly is impressive. He sucks on it lightly, and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. I can’t remember the last time someone sucked on my clit. His fingers explore my folds and slide deep inside me. My pussy clenches around them.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
Part of me worries that he will stop just to spite me. In retaliation for all the times I’ve made him edge; for all the times I made him wait to cum.
But he doesn’t seem interested in torturing me. His tongue and fingers keep going, and I know my orgasm is imminent. “James, fuck, I’m going to cum,” I groan. I don’t remember the last time I called him James.
My words spur him on to suck harder, to shove his fingers deeper, and I love it. I fucking love it.
My orgasm crashes over me, stronger than any I could give myself. My clit becomes so sensitive, I can’t stand it. I need him to stop sucking on it. I try to buck him off, but he’s stronger than me. He finally lets go of my clit, but his fingers keep stroking my insides. Then his tongue licks down my folds to where his fingers are, licking my juices off of his own fingers as he pulls them out of me.
I just lay there, panting, watching him. Unable to take my eyes off of him. I have just had a mind-blowing orgasm, but I want more. I want his cock. I want to suck it. I want to touch it. I want him to fuck me. God, I have never wanted someone this badly in all my life.
I can’t form words. He’s pulled back, kneeling on the floor in front of me. I lean forward, close enough to touch him. Then I slide to the floor so we’re kneeling, facing each other. I pull his shirt up and over his head. I unbutton and unzip his jeans, sliding them down over his hips. I can’t get them the rest of the way off without him helping and standing up, but he does so without a word.
And then we’re standing in front of each other, both naked, panting, hot, and still aroused. There’s a part of me that is terrified that we’ve just opened Pandora’s box, but I can’t help it. I can’t help myself with him. I’ve never felt this way about a client. Shit. I have to refund his money. I push the thought aside.
He looks uncertain now, but I’m not. I drop to my knees in front of him, looking at the cock I have seen a thousand times. But this time, it’s different. He’s not paying me to get him off. He’s just here.
I take him into my mouth, swallowing him down the back of my throat. Fuck, I missed this. I gag a little, pull back, go down again. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock like he did to my fake cock earlier. But he makes the most delicious sounds when I do. I can feel my cunt pulsing with excitement as I hear the noises he makes. All for me.
I pull back, stopping before I get him off. I want more. I don’t know how he feels about it. I can’t process what I should be doing in this moment, but I know that there’s something.
I’m on birth control, and he gets regularly tested (he has to if he wants to be my client). I also get regularly tested. But whatever. That’s not it. I need to find a condom. I can’t have that conversation right now. I pull away from him, fumbling in a drawer beside the couch. I come back with a foil pack and rip it open. I roll it down onto his cock, and he doesn’t stop me. I look up into his eyes, seeking permission. But that’s not how this relationship works. He gets permission from me. And me putting a condom on his cock is permission enough for him. And before I can even react, he picks me up and slides inside me.
J R Vincente 
In the excitement of the moment, the rules don’t seem to matter. Will the D/s dynamic change as she feels his talented tongue and fingers?
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