“This is my body to control,” I growl, and my free hand tightens carefully around her throat. “Mine.”
“Yours, sir,” she confirms. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open. Her breathing is getting faster. I keep moving my fingers in and out of her wetness and add a little extra pleasure by circling her clit with my thumb.
“Fuck,” Amelia hisses and her hand grabs my bicep. I withdraw my hand and take a step back. Amelia opens her eyes and looks at me bewildered.
“No, Amelia. I told you I would stop if you moved your hands.”
“Please, sir, I’m sorry, sir.” It is amazing how quickly she slips into her submissive role.
“Let me help you, darling.”
I grab her wrists and place her hands against the wood.
“Leave them right there,” I whisper and rub my nose up and down her neck, breathing in her delicate smell.
“Please, I need more, sir.”
"Because you asked so nicely," I chuckle and lift her skirt again, kneeling down in front of her and pressing my lips just above her mound.
"Ohhh," Amelia moans, "What if someone comes, Ben?"
"Nobody will find us here." To be honest, I'm not one hundred percent sure that's true but the chances are slim considering that the staff are busy with the wedding. "Come whenever, Amelia, give me your pleasure." I command before sucking her clit into my mouth. This is not the right place to edge her. If we get discovered she'll end this here and now and that is not something I want to risk. I slide two fingers into her cunt and the wetness and warmth make me groan against her swollen nub.
There is a gasp from Amelia and she is tilting her body forward to press her clit firmly into my mouth. I suck harder and with her pussy strangling my fingers I can feel how close she is. I gently scrape my teeth over the hardened bud and simultaneously press my digits on her g-spot and that's all it takes for her to moan out loud as the orgasm rushes through her. I can't help but grin as I pull her knickers back up her legs.
"What do you say, darling," I whisper in her ear.
"Thank you, sir!" she whispers. The minute her words leave her lips she surprises me by dropping to her knees in front of me.
"Amelia, you don't have to—" I try to stop her as she reaches for my zip. I remember that she was never particular keen on sucking my cock.
"I want to, Ben―sir," she replies with pleading eyes as she pulls my dick from my trousers. She looks so innocent kneeling there on the hardwood floor, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders as she focuses on my cock with single-minded determination. Her lips wrap tightly around me, her tongue swirling and flicking in all the right places. Holy shit, where did she learn that? I can't remember her doing this before.
I watch her intently as she works me over. Her bright blue eyes look up at me from beneath thick lashes, full of desire. She knows exactly what she's doing to me and she loves it.
"Fuck," I groan, my fingers tangling in her hair as I try to keep some control and not push her down on my cock. "Darling, that feels amazing," I encourage her.
She hums in response, sending vibrations down my shaft that make my knees weak. She closes one hand around the base of my dick and moves it in tandem with her mouth.
I can feel myself getting closer to the edge with every passing second. My hips start to thrust involuntarily causing my dick to slide deeper down her throat making her gag. I pull back to allow her to breathe.
Amelia looks up at me with a grin. "Please, sir."
Did she just beg for me to come in her mouth? I lean forward, bracing myself against the wood panelling. I don't know what has come over her but she seems to have found a new side to herself in her submission.
Before I can protest or beg for more she takes me back into her mouth , going even deeper than before. The sensation is overwhelming―wet heat surrounding me on all sides―and I have to fight to keep from coming right then and there.
She keeps up the relentless pace, her tongue and lips working magic on my hard cock. I'm lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to think or speak or do anything other than feel.
Finally, I can't hold back any longer. I let out a strangled moan as I come hard in her mouth, my whole body trembling with release. She swallows every drop, never breaking eye contact .
When she's finished she pulls back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Heat spreads to her cheeks as if she realises what she’s just done. I gently grab her upper arms and help her up.
"That was incredible, darling."
"Thank you," she whispers.
"You know you didn't have to do that."
"I know, but… I felt I wanted to."
"You never did in the past,” I say as I tuck my dick back into my trousers. I can't help bringing up our history yet again.
"You weren't my PD then," she sniffles and a tear rolls down her blushed cheek.
"Fuck, did I hurt you?" I ask and cup her cheek, wiping the tear away with my thumb. There is that panic again.
"No!" She shakes her head and gives me a grin through her tears. "I don't think I’ve ever felt more like myself than just now. I can't describe it, Ben, it's weird but it’s true."
I pull her into my arms and place a soft kiss on her forehead. Fuck, I shouldn’t have agreed to this. I can say for certain that I won't be able to keep my heart out of this game and I am not convinced she can either. But I'm in too deep already. I don't want to break it off. I need to see where this is going and deal with the consequences as and when they rear their ugly heads.
14
Holding Out for a Hero
Amelia
Smutty stretches and yawns lazily. The smell of his cat breath hits me and I wrinkle my nose.
