The Unexpected Dom #1: Jennifer's Revenge (BBW BDSM Male Submission) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Meghan Boehners
toilet? No. But he had to prove to Jennifer that he wouldn't escape.
Getting more of this was critical. So – he sprayed the shower cleaner on the doors and tub, careful not to get any on his naked body, and started working on the toilet as the scrubbing spray set in. Whistling came naturally. The full-body glow he had was more than enough.
When Jennifer found him an hour later, the bathroom was spotless and he was washing his hands. Her face was tight with caution and suspicion and a bolt of fear shot through him.
“What's wrong?” he asked as casually as possible.
“Oh, nothing,” she said. “I am just ready for round two!” Her affect was fake and the smile forced. What was this?
“You, uh, want me to do that again?” he asked, pointing to his ass.
She laughed, tipping her head back, showing a white expanse of flawless neck. “Oh, no. Something more vanilla.” She pointed to their bed.
“Go. Now.”
This was going to kill him. He wasn't twenty anymore. What was his refractory period, after all? Could he have sex again so soon? Apparently, he could, as his cock rose to the occasion, his body relieved to have an erection with freedom after being trapped in the chastity device for so long.
It was obvious what Jennifer wanted as she climbed on the bed, propped a pillow under her hips, and spread her legs nice and wide, her pussy lips slick with ready wetness.
“Eat me, Worm,” she said in a nasty tone of voice.
“Yes, Mistress!”
Jennifer wavered between pure fury and disappointed need. Forty-five minutes on his phone revealed everything; he was going to a BDSM club! And had a dominatrix named Miss Sally! No wonder Declan liked being dominated – he'd been paying for it for a long time. The phone records and emails stretched back two or more years.
And the only thing she could think was to fuck him again. Real sex, with caring and pleasure. Because that's what SHE wanted.
So she was about to get it.
NOW.
His tongue settled on her red nub, a soft touch like a promise from their past that made her ooze with pleasure where his lips met, like silk on silk.
"Your tongue is one-of-a-kind, Worm,"she said. He slid two fingers in her eager pussy and hooked his hand up enough to make her vaginal walls pulsate.
“Add this,” she ordered, handing him her bathtub dildo. He turned it on a lower vibrate setting and slid it in, one finger going along for the ride to steady it and position it perfectly.
Lust drove her to new heights, all heat converging on her clit as he teased it, building her to a screaming orgasm, slipping the dildo in and out, making her want more. Her hips slammed into his face, legs began to shaking.
She could feel for his head, sinking her hands into him, slipping and guiding him to find the just-right rhythm that would --
"Oh, Declan!" she hissed, pelvis grinding into his mouth and tongue. Laving now, his tongue widening, he alternated between a more diffuse feeling and the targeted, pointed tongue that made her entire body zing. Feeling both made her orgasm crest as even her rib muscles tightened, her pussy walls encasing and imprisoning the buzzing sex toy, her hands now urgently shoving his face into her, his tongue working hard to keep her frenzy going.
"No! Keep going! God, don't stop!" she screamed, fingernails gouging his shoulders, her clit forced against his face as she cried, "I am coming, oh, my GOD!" She had never exploded like this, anger and betrayal and love all converging. Focusing on her orgasm, he followed, butterflying her nub, now licking as the peak ended, her gasps subsiding, like an athlete recovering.
He grinned and slid his hands up her body, following. He tasted like pussy, which made her red and engorged again, her clit and pussy clenching so hard she climaxed yet again simply from the kiss, her pussy pressing into his hip, her juices in her mouth, his mouth, the odor turning her on so much that she found herself orgasming without touch.
He slipped
Getting more of this was critical. So – he sprayed the shower cleaner on the doors and tub, careful not to get any on his naked body, and started working on the toilet as the scrubbing spray set in. Whistling came naturally. The full-body glow he had was more than enough.
When Jennifer found him an hour later, the bathroom was spotless and he was washing his hands. Her face was tight with caution and suspicion and a bolt of fear shot through him.
“What's wrong?” he asked as casually as possible.
“Oh, nothing,” she said. “I am just ready for round two!” Her affect was fake and the smile forced. What was this?
“You, uh, want me to do that again?” he asked, pointing to his ass.
She laughed, tipping her head back, showing a white expanse of flawless neck. “Oh, no. Something more vanilla.” She pointed to their bed.
“Go. Now.”
This was going to kill him. He wasn't twenty anymore. What was his refractory period, after all? Could he have sex again so soon? Apparently, he could, as his cock rose to the occasion, his body relieved to have an erection with freedom after being trapped in the chastity device for so long.
It was obvious what Jennifer wanted as she climbed on the bed, propped a pillow under her hips, and spread her legs nice and wide, her pussy lips slick with ready wetness.
“Eat me, Worm,” she said in a nasty tone of voice.
“Yes, Mistress!”
Jennifer wavered between pure fury and disappointed need. Forty-five minutes on his phone revealed everything; he was going to a BDSM club! And had a dominatrix named Miss Sally! No wonder Declan liked being dominated – he'd been paying for it for a long time. The phone records and emails stretched back two or more years.
And the only thing she could think was to fuck him again. Real sex, with caring and pleasure. Because that's what SHE wanted.
So she was about to get it.
NOW.
His tongue settled on her red nub, a soft touch like a promise from their past that made her ooze with pleasure where his lips met, like silk on silk.
"Your tongue is one-of-a-kind, Worm,"she said. He slid two fingers in her eager pussy and hooked his hand up enough to make her vaginal walls pulsate.
“Add this,” she ordered, handing him her bathtub dildo. He turned it on a lower vibrate setting and slid it in, one finger going along for the ride to steady it and position it perfectly.
Lust drove her to new heights, all heat converging on her clit as he teased it, building her to a screaming orgasm, slipping the dildo in and out, making her want more. Her hips slammed into his face, legs began to shaking.
She could feel for his head, sinking her hands into him, slipping and guiding him to find the just-right rhythm that would --
"Oh, Declan!" she hissed, pelvis grinding into his mouth and tongue. Laving now, his tongue widening, he alternated between a more diffuse feeling and the targeted, pointed tongue that made her entire body zing. Feeling both made her orgasm crest as even her rib muscles tightened, her pussy walls encasing and imprisoning the buzzing sex toy, her hands now urgently shoving his face into her, his tongue working hard to keep her frenzy going.
"No! Keep going! God, don't stop!" she screamed, fingernails gouging his shoulders, her clit forced against his face as she cried, "I am coming, oh, my GOD!" She had never exploded like this, anger and betrayal and love all converging. Focusing on her orgasm, he followed, butterflying her nub, now licking as the peak ended, her gasps subsiding, like an athlete recovering.
He grinned and slid his hands up her body, following. He tasted like pussy, which made her red and engorged again, her clit and pussy clenching so hard she climaxed yet again simply from the kiss, her pussy pressing into his hip, her juices in her mouth, his mouth, the odor turning her on so much that she found herself orgasming without touch.
He slipped
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