When I realize I probably came off sounding like that kind of man this whole time, I want to punch myself in the face.

“Do you know why I so eagerly suck your cock?” Nails trace trails down my abdomen, dipping into my navel, and playing with the tops of my pelvic hair as it spills from my boxers. My cock rushes with heat, with anticipation. Of course, I don’t get a touch. “This may shock you, but there’s little in the actual act itself that’s fun for a woman like me. What gives me pleasure is giving you pleasure. When I’m down here…” she points inside my pants, “I feel like I’m the only woman in the world who matters to you. That’s an addictive feeling, Mr. Mathers.”

I think about asking her to prove it right now, but I would be overstepping my bounds. Hey, I’m learning!

“So, I would ask you… how would you worship me?”

I knew it. I knew that’s what she wanted. For me to make her feel like the Queen on the chessboard. Even a Pawn can kill her, you know, but only in certain ways. The Queen can annihilate the Pawn in almost any direction she pleases.

“I’d kiss you all over… Mistress.” I suck my lips in, wetting them, imagining them on every soft spot of her body. “You deserve to feel like a queen. I’d bring you so much pleasure that you’d…”

“Let me guess. Come really hard.”

I clap my mouth shut.

“That’s not enough. I need to feel like you live to worship me, Ian. I want you to use everything but your hands on me to make me feel like the woman of your dreams. You’ve been waiting and aching for what you see here forever. Make me believe it.”

She reaches into my boxers and draws out my cock. Although I try to contain it, a groan still echoes in my throat. Yup. I’m hard.

“We’re not even going to touch in a bit. But you’re going to make me feel like the fifteen million bucks you want from me.”

Her hand strokes my cock for a few more seconds, forcing me to face my rigidity and hold back any impending orgasm. I bet she’d love that… if I came all over her front without permission. Maybe that’s what happened twelve years ago. I sensed the Domme in her and panicked.

I’m not panicking.

“Sit.” Kathryn pushes me down into the nearest empty chair, unrestrains me, and stands about ten feet away. Her legs open, her arms cross again, and her visage sets in a callous, stoic look that makes the tip of my cock wet.

I’d love for her to look at me like that while I held her down and fucked her brains out.

Alas, I am here in this chair, half naked and with my cock sticking up like the biggest pervert in the room. Kathryn, dressed in her pajamas though she is, will not relent her control to me tonight. Or at least not right now.

“Touch yourself. For me.”

Cute.

It’s not often a Dom jacks off in front of a woman, let alone one he’s Topped more than once. That’s usually reserved for very specific types of D/s play. I mean, that is what’s happening right here, but not what I would normally have in mind.

I’m doing this for her. To entertain her. To turn her on. Not for my own pleasure.

I’m doing it to make her feel special and adored.

My head enters that kind of space the moment I grip myself. Slowly, I stroke, pushing my shaft upward until I’m sticking straight up, giving Kathryn the view I know she wants. See what you do to me?” I would say, if I didn’t think it would piss her off. “I can’t keep my hand out of my pants around you. You’re so gorgeous and irresistible that, in lieu of putting my hands all over you, I’m gonna sit over here and come on myself.”

As if she reads my mind, she says, “Don’t come. Manage to do that, and I’ll give you exactly what you’re thinking of right now.”

Right now? What I’m thinking of? What’s that?

Do tell, Kathryn.

All right, we’ve reached a point where I’m not sure what I’m thinking. Because A) my cock is out 2) It’s hard 3) I’ve got my hand on it 4) I’m fucking masturbating and 5) Kathryn’s nipples are poking out of her shirt, and I can’t tell if I should stare at those or her beautiful face.

She glances down with a sigh.

“You know, Ian.” Speak to me, my Queen. I am your handsome Pawn. “I was doing a scene like this that fateful night at The Dark Hour. You know which one I’m talking about?”

My hand stills around my cock. “I have a good guess.”

“Indeed. I was with a very nice looking man that night. I don’t remember his name, but he was ripped. Abs so hard you could eat breakfast off them.” Kathryn turns on one bare foot, hiding a grin as she thinks of this mysterious stranger I’ve never met. “And let’s not forget how big his cock was. First thing I had him do in that room was get out his cock and start stroking it like you’re doing. I do love seeing a guy work himself. You can learn a lot. Particularly how that man likes having his manhood handled.”

Does that mean she’s taking notes?

Also, let’s take a look at this. Kathryn is telling me this story for a reason. Obviously, she would’ve thought of it anyway, but she didn’t have to tell me about this guy who’s more muscular and probably bigger in the pants than me. Not unless she had a specific purpose. And if it’s not to humiliate me, then it’s to tell me a message.

As I grip myself harder, forcing my body to refrain from orgasming even though this gorgeous woman I love is standing before me, nipples hard from my performance, I realize she’s studying how I touch myself. So she can do what I like in the future.

Touching.

“Does this please you?” I ask, trying to keep my sarcasm to a minimum. I do want to please her. I want her to be so hungry for me and my body that she can’t help but come over and spread her legs across my lap and sink down onto what I offer my stunning goddess.

I touch precum on the head of my cock. Great. This is going to get pretty difficult soon. A man can only squeeze himself so much until he inevitably bursts.

But she said she would give me what I want. And I want her.

“I’m pleased, Ian. You’re very handsome like that.”

Stroke my ego while I stroke my cock, why don’t you?

“Stop.”

Oh, but I was getting to the good part – where I start going faster, touching myself below and imagining all the things I would like to do to Kathryn Alison. Things I’ve done before, and things I’ve yet to try.

I would probably come. Not sure I care. She didn’t care that one time, as you may remember.

The moment I stop, however, she steps forward, gripping either side of my armchair as she gives me a fantastic view of her breasts within her shirt.

“You did well. Would you like your reward?”

Do dogs want their treats? I’m a simple man, Katie. You know I want my fucking reward.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She sinks to her knees, hands moving from chair to my legs. Kathryn rubs my stomach, my thighs, the sides of my ass before sticking out her tongue and tasting the precum dribbling from my tip.

Her eyes do not leave mine.

I nearly die from the shock hitting my system.

Her breath, her lips are better than my hand could ever be. Damn straight this is a good reward. After that talk she gave me about what she likes about…

Uh.

Uh.

This isn’t like any fucking blowjob she’s given me before.

First of all, those teeth are damned dangerous. Pretty sure you’re not supposed to bite a man’s fucking cock… not that she’s doing that. And, sure, she’s grazed my dick with her teeth before, but this is a warning shot. She’s putting those incisors in my flesh enough to let me know that one wrong move and goodbye Ian Jr., purveyor of pussy and source of all future Mathers heirs.

It’s hot.

Holy fuck is it hot!

My thighs shudder. Not in orgasm, but in absolute wonder that a woman could make me feel this way. I’m not quite claimed. Definitely held in place. Definitely under control, with no way to fight back or reclaim what is mine – like my dick.