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Fuck friendship. I hope she appreciates the consequences of her actions because, moving forward, Daph is never going to be on her knees for another man. No one else will ever know the feeling of her warmth wrapped around them, or what her face looks like when she’s coming undone.
I’ve always known Daphne is mine. It’s time to stake my claim.
My hands reach up, allowing my fingers to weave themselves into her soft curls as I lightly stroke her scalp. She hums around my shaft, earning a series of sweet, whispered praises that cause her to light up like the sun. She picks up the pace, her cheeks hollowing out when she increases her suction.
Gathering her hair at the back of her head, I begin to twist, wrapping it around my fist several times and pulling tight. Once she’s secured in place, I begin driving up into her warm wet mouth, her subtle intermittent gags spurring me on when I hit just the right spot at the back of her throat. My tempo increases to a punishing pace, my grip on her hair tightening as I chase my release just to the precipice, only to edge myself when I back off before the fall.
I can’t allow myself to come yet. Not when I have so many plans for the two of us tonight.
Daph sits up as far as my hold will allow, swiping the spit from the corners of her mouth. “So, you do remember how to fuck my face. Thought maybe you were losing your edge.”
My smartass little demon wants to play. All right, baby, we’ll play.
Fisting her hair once more, I shift her back onto her haunches, allowing me to rise from the couch. Daphne stares up at me as I paint her lips with the saliva she’s left from choking on my cock, undoing any previous efforts she made to make herself more presentable.
“Did you just mouth off to me?”
Her expression morphs to one of innocence, blinking up at me with wide doe eyes as her bottom lip juts out into a pout. “We can’t have that now, can we, sir?”
She wants to be punished. A spark of excitement ricochets throughout my body as my mind quickly runs through the countless lessons I’m desperate to impose. So many times she’s defied me over the last year and I was forced to simply watch her walk away unchecked. While we won’t get to everything tonight, we’ll most definitely be making up for lost time.
Tracing my thumb along her swollen lips, an image comes to the forefront of my mind.
“You remember the present I gave you two Christmases ago?”
Her eyes blaze with a fever that’s borderline feral, letting me know she remembers exactly what I’m referring to.
“Do you still have it?”
She’s quick to offer an eager nod, the movement interrupted when I grip hold of her chin.
“Have you ever used it with him?”
“Never.” The playfulness slips from her eyes, letting me know she’s serious. “I swear. I would never do that to you.”
“Get it,” I command, pleased with her answer.
Daphne scrambles to her feet, hurrying down the hallway, only to return seconds later clutching a small box. She brings it to me, the plastic still intact, proving she’s never used this with anyone.
I sent this to her two years ago as a gag gift—no pun intended. She’d directed some smartass comment to me during Thanksgiving at my parent’s place and I’d commented how if she couldn’t control her mouth I’d get her a muzzle. I can’t believe we’d never gotten around to using it. That’s a mistake I’ll be correcting tonight.
Pulling at the plastic, I flip open one side of the box, pulling the silicone ring free from inside. It slips out, connected on either side to a set of leather straps, which fasten with a buckle at the back of the head.
“Come here, baby.”
She steps forward, opening her mouth without further instruction when I raise the ring to her lips.
“Good girl,” I praise her as I place it between her teeth, her jaw tensing when she attempts to bite down to test the resistance. There’s no give, the confirmation making my cock throb with anticipation. Slowly shifting to stand at her back, I secure the buckle behind her head, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before turning her to face me.
I’ve never seen a more erotic sight—Daph standing completely bare before me, mouth forced open by the ring, her tongue awkwardly fighting to swallow the spit already pooling in her mouth.
“Don’t.” I shove two fingers inside, pressing her tongue flat as drool spills from the corner of her mouth. “Let it fall. I want to feel all of it when I’m fucking your throat. You understand me?”
Her cheeks heat with embarrassment—the sight somewhat endearing—yet she nods, albeit hesitantly. Removing my fingers, I allow my gaze to travel the length of her, my stare lingering appreciatively when it returns to her face.
“Remember our first night together…when I told you that you’re prettiest when your smartass mouth’s shut?”
She nods again, the innocent gesture causing another line of drool to slip free, snapping me into action. “I fucking stand corrected.”
