"Especially when you use your Dom voice to command me. On the other hand—" She sinks to her knees so suddenly; the movement breaks my hold on her.
She unhooks my belt and has my zip lowered and cock out so quickly, my body turns into a furnace.
"Raven, fuck"—I allow myself a groan—"you’re killing me, baby."
"I want to do this, please." Her gaze turns beseeching, "Please, please, Q."
"You beg so prettily." I cup her cheek.
Her flush deepens.
“You know I love you, baby.”
She nods.
“And I’ve promised to discuss all the big decisions in my life with you before I take them.”
Her forehead furrows. She glances down at my cock, and her breathing grows erratic. “Yes, yes, I know. But right now, I want your cock.” She reaches for it, but I bat her hand aside.
“I decide when you get to touch me; never forget that. I decide when you get to come. I decide how many orgasms you get. I decide which hole of yours I take for my pleasure; never forget that. I also decide the punishment for your transgressions.”
Her lips part, and she pants a little. “Trans...transgressions?” Her gaze widens, partly in fear, partly in anticipation. I continue to glare at her, and she flushes further. Then lowers her eyes.
“Does the thought of being disciplined turn you on, Raven?”
She nods, without raising her eyes. “Yes, yes it does,” she says in a small voice.
When I glare at her, she shivers. “I mean, yes, Sir, it does.”
“Good girl.”
She shivers.
“Earlier, you challenged my decision of stepping down as CEO, and while I’m happy for my wife to do that, and I’m happy to explain myself to her, as my sub, I expect you to pay for your defiance.”
A low sound emerges from her lips.
“What do you say?”
“Yes Sir. I understand, Sir.” Her words are out even before I complete my sentence.
“Such an eager little Raven.”
Her shoulders shudder. Her chest rises and falls. “Sir, please, please, please, I need you.” She squeezes her thighs together. “Please, Sir.”
"And I want you to have this. Open your mouth."
She shivers and instantly complies. I dig my fingers into her hair and tug so she has to lean her head back. My movements are assertive but I also make sure my hold is soft enough not to hurt her. "I should be taking your smallest tightest hole and making you wait for your orgasm but since time is short, this will have to do. Nod if you understand.”
She jerks her chin.
I balance my cock between her lips. "Take me all the way down." I punch forward and slide down the back of her throat. The heat, the wetness, the tightness… It radiates vibrations of pleasure all the way to my brain and down to my feet. My knees tremble—they fucking tremble. "You okay, baby?"
She makes an incomprehensible noise, which judders across my sensitive crown.
"Are you wet?"
She nods, and I pull out, allowing her to breathe, then piston forward and down her throat again. This time, I go deeper, and when she swallows around my shaft, my attention drops to where we’re connected.