Whips, Chains, and Homecooked Meals
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A Spicy Teaser from Queen of Callisto…
“I thought I needed time for my food to settle.”
I blink rapidly, my eyes wide, my lips between my teeth. Asher just gives me a cool smile, and I catch sight of his knee. His legs are spread wide, his gaze discerning.
“On your knees,” he says. “Under the table. Now.”
I want to. I really want to. But I like pissing him off, so I lean forward on my elbow, pushing my boobs together. “And what if I don’t?”
Asher smiles. “Eleven.”
I slide out of my seat, letting the robe shimmy up over my thighs. My knees hit the soft rug under the table, and I give my eyes a moment to adjust to the light before I realize he’s taken his cock out of his pants, his fist stroking it up and down. “Fucking stars,” I mutter.
“You asked to choke on it,” he says. “So suck, Lyri.”
It’s gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. I can just barely see the edge of his piercing, peeking out from behind his girth. I crawl forward, kneeling between his legs, smelling his aftershave—practically swimming in it. I put my hands on his knees and feel him just barely flinch.
I wonder how he would respond if I asked him about the fact that he doesn’t like to be touched.
The thought vanishes when his left hand reaches around to the back of my head to yank me closer though, until my lips touch his cock. I let out a harsh groan right away, my tongue flicking out to lick up his length of its own accord. He’s velvet soft, his big shaft rising from a thatch of thick dark hair at the root and ending at a gloriously uncut head. His foreskin is already rolled back, and as I lick over it, Asher’s hips subtly twitch.
“I told you to suck, not to lick,” he says.
I could argue.
It might be fun.
But I’m eager to feel his heft in my mouth.
I brace myself on his knees and take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock. Asher’s voice rumbles low in his chest, a moan wrenching itself free. He twists his hand in the still-damp hair at the back of my head, pushing me down lower, my tongue lapping at him. He doesn’t relent; and neither do I, tamping down my gag reflex as he tests how deep he can thrust into my throat.
“Fucking christ,” he mutters. “Take it, sweetheart. Show me what a good little slut you are.”
I relax my throat and take him as deep as I can, until I’m practically choking on him. My eyes water and my throat finally spasms, saliva slipping down to the base of his cock.
He eases up right away, letting me off him so I can swirl my tongue around his head, finding where he’s most sensitive. “Look at me, Lyri,” he commands.
I open my eyes with some effort to look up at him, his cock still in my mouth. He looks like a fucking god, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, swirls of dark ink climbing across his skin. Silver glistens in his hair, and his eyes are hard as steel and soft as down.
“I’m not going to take it easy on you, sweetheart, so I need you to remember the safe word,” he says through gritted teeth. “Diamonds.”