I could feel electricity buzzing in my veins. I stared at him for a moment – just brown eyes clashing against brown eyes.
And then I leaned down, using my hold on his throat to pull him into a k*ss. His l*ps melded back to mine, feeling just as warm and soft as ever.
“You are mine,” I whispered against his l*ps, and he made some sort of noise of agreement. “Say it”
“I’m yours,” he growled.
Then, before I could register what he was actually doing, Griffin’s hand clasped around the hand holding his throat. “And
I will always be yours, little fox,” he said, pulling back, “But I will also always be in control.”
In one movement, he fl*pped me back over. It happened so fast that I could feel another dizzy spell but it only lasted a moment.
Griffin’s l*ps traveled down my b*dy, leaving warm k*sses across every inch of exposed skin. When his mouth reached my inner thigh, he paused and looked up at me. There was a dark smile on his face, one that almost looked sadistic.
“Now, where was 1?” he said, and there was a teasing note to his voice, “I think I said I’d have you begging by the end of the night.”
“You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.”
Steve Mariboli
When Griffin said the night would end with me begging, he’d meant it. After what felt like several agonizing moments of him licking and biting every inch of my exposed inner thighs, he’d finally worked up to my panties. Beneath my blue dress, I wasn’t wearing anything particularly S**y – just a pair of blue cotton panties that matched the rest of the outfit.
Had I known where his mouth would end up, I might’ve chosen differently.
“God, I love your scent,” Griffin sighed, pressing his nose against the front of my panties. “It’s just…you.”
My cheeks flushed. A part of me wanted to hide this part of myself, stop this sensual act before it had begun. It wasn’t because I didn’t want it to happen. No, now more than ever, all I wanted to feel was Griffin’s tongue.
Really, my embarrassment was fueled by a fear of rejection. What if Griffin started and then didn’t like it? What if there was something wrong with me?
As if he could sense my inner monologue, Griffin paused and looked at me, dark eyes shining. “Little fox,” he said, “There is absolutely nothing more that I want at this moment than to taste you. All of you.”
The sheer devotion in his voice was enough to quell any anxiety or uneasiness I felt. With a soft nod, I watched Griffin pull down my panties, taking his time. “Look at you, little fox,” he grinned, “Already wet for me.” I knew it was true. I could feel my own wetness, feel it in the panties he peeled off me. I’d been wet since the moment I started grinding on him in the dining room.
“You’re so beautiful,” Griffin stared at me – more namely, that part of me. “Every inch of you. I knew you would be.” I’d never thought that part of me, or anyone, could be beautiful but I didn’t doubt Griffin’s words. He wasn’t giving me l*p service. He meant it.
Then, before I could register it, he began lapping at my folds. Almost immediately, my head fell back and my eyes fluttered shut. God, why did nob*dy tell me that head felt this good?
Griffin’s tongue was soft, warm, and used just the right amount of pressure. He started at my l*ps, and even there, my b*dy felt sensitive and tingly. I wanted more, but when I bucked my hips, Griffin’s hands settled firmly on my thighs and pressed them into the b*d.
“Now, now,” he said, “Did I tell you that you could move?”
With my eyes still shut, I managed to shake my head. God, please just put your tongue back on me. That’s all I want.
But instead of moving his head back down, Griffin’s fingers just dug into my thighs. “Use your words, little fox.”
I couldn’t even bare to look at him. “No, you didn’t say I could move.” “No, what?”
Is he really going to make me say it?
His fingers digging more sharply into my thighs was my answer.
“No, Daddy. You didn’t say I could move.”
“Good girl.”
Texpected the phrase to embarrass me ~ and it did – but it did something else too. It turned me on. I could feel the heat in between my legs.
Please don’t tell me his daddy kink is rubbing off on me. That’s humiliating.
Griffin dove his head back between my thighs, his warm tongue pressing gently and firmly on my clit. I knew I was wet ~
soaking, really ~ but at this point, I didn’t know what was me and what was Griffin’s saliva. He hadn’t been shy about tasting everything.
‘What was the most surprising part is how good he was at it. Once again, there was no learning curve, no trying to guess what I already liked. He already knew. If my b*dy was an instrument, Griffin was an expert musician. I
Is this the mate bond too? Nob*dy ever told me the S** was this good! I might’ve come around sooner if I knew it was going to be this great.
To no surprise, it only took a few minutes for Griffin to get me all worked up. My entire b*dy was warm and flushed, my lower belly a bundle of hot nerves. Sometimes, he’d brush directly over the most sensitive part of my clit and I’d have to stop myself from bucking my hips. I so desperately wanted to move my hips in tandem with him, but I knew he’d stop if I did.
The bundle of hot nerves in my stomach felt like it was unraveling. I could feel myself on the edge, I was close, just a little more –
Suddenly, the pressure stopped. Griffin pulled back.
My eyes flashed open, staring at him. His head was just inches away from my thighs and he was looking at me with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Why did you stop?” My voice was quiet and raspy, most likely because I’d spent the past several minutes moaning. “I-I was close.” I’m not sure why I felt shy about saying that last part, but I did.
“Oh, I know,” Griffin smiled sardonically, “But did I say you could come, little fox?”
This time, I didn’t bother shaking my head. I knew he’d want a verbal answer.
“No, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” Griffin rasped, a pleased glint in his eyes, “You catch on fast, little fox.”
As if my clit was already aching enough from the loss of pressure, that only seemed to make it worse.
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