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“Stuck?” he asked, watching her eyes pop open. The drunken glaze still glossed over the brown, but panic was seeping through. The noises she made reflected her distress as she realized she couldn’t breathe. “Easy, minx. Pull back until you can breathe through your nose.”
Of course, she tried to breathe first. Nails biting into his skin, just above his waistband, she damn near throttled his cock with the constriction of her muscles.
Liam cradled her head in one hand, and slid the other under her chin. A gentle but firm tug on her hair brought those stricken eyes to his. “Relax your throat, minx. Nothing bad’s gonna happen.” Stroking his hand back from her chin, it was ridiculously fucking sexy to feel the slight bulge where his cock rested. Calm pressure urged her to ease away until her airwaywas clear. “Good girl. Suck in a breath now, through your nose. That’s right, nice and slow.”
Her tongue worked restlessly on the underside of his shaft. When she tried to spit his dick out, he fisted her hair and tsked softly in disapproval. “Ah-ah. You started this, Sierra, so you’re gonna finish it.”
Eyes widening, dilating, she gave the smallest nod.
“Caught your breath?”
Another, smaller nod.
“Down you go then.” He discovered his hold on her head was surplus to requirements; she picked up right where she’d left off, swallowing hard and sucking him back into the tight clasp of her throat. “Such a good little girl.”
Her answering moan was low and happy.
He fucked her slowly, carefully, building up a rhythm that gave her an opportunity to breathe every couple of thrusts. The hand in her hair guided her; the one on her throat tripped all his sadistic instincts.
Saliva dripped from around the seal of her lips around his cock, coating his shaft, pooling around the root and soaking into his jeans. A beautiful, chaotic mess, especially with tears in her eyes.
With her tongue fluttering and rubbing all the sensitive spots, he wasn’t going to last long. Add in the scrape of her teeth, the occasional unintentional nip, and his engine was revving to the point of overload.
“Harder, minx. Faster.” Lowering his voice an octave, he utilized his Dom voice to its maximum potential and felt her shiver in response. “Thirty seconds on the clock, little girl. Thirty seconds to get me off. Starting… now.”
Fucking hell, maybe he should remember how thoroughly she obeyed orders. Hands gripping his thighs, she threw herself intothe task, choking as she fucked her throat on his cock until a savage kind of pleasure-pain shanked his spine.
His fingers tightened in her hair, against her esophagus, as the veins in his cock throbbed and his balls drew up. He made it to the count of twenty, pressing down on her head until her lips wrapped around the base of his dick, and let loose with a raw snarl of exquisite bliss.
He held her there as cum erupted into her belly, her throat rippling around his shaft and milking him dry. Losing himself in the moment, it wasn’t until she started to squirm in distress that he eased her off his cock with the utmost care.
“You okay, babygirl?”
Sierra spluttered, wheezing in a hard breath. But when she lifted her eyes to meet his, they mirrored her beatific smile. “Tired now, Daddy.”
“Yeah, I bet you are.” Liam’s long fingers massaged her scalp as she rested her cheek on his inner thigh and sighed sweetly. When a white cloth caught his eye, he blinked and accepted the handkerchief dangling from Violet’s dainty hand. “Thanks.”
“Did she know what kind of beast she was taking on when you got together?” The Mistress asked nonchalantly. He could feel her eyes on him as he tenderly cleaned his sub’s face, removing tears and saliva from her flushed skin. “Because—and I’m being perfectly honest here—I’ve never heard a mansnarlwhen he comes.”
He laughed. “What?”
“You snarled,” she repeated, fanning herself with her hand.
Balling the dirty material in his hand, Liam frowned. As far as he knew, snarling wasn’t his usual—he jolted, hips bucking as the sensitive head of his cock slipped back into warm, wet nirvana.
Eyes heavy and sleepy now, Sierra sucked lightly, using his crown as a replacement for her thumb. Her left hand kneadedhis thigh through his jeans; she drifted into her happy place, where she felt safe and loved.
As his eyes crossed from the sensations and blood began a southward journey to his groin, Liam gingerly extracted himself from her mouth before he embarrassed himself, tucking his dick back in and zipping it up before it caused more trouble.
Sierra mewled softly in disappointment, then contented herself by rubbing her cheek against his leg.
He doubted it was the most comfortable position, but he’d leave her where she was until it was time to leave. She’d let him know when she was ready to come back to reality, and his guess was she’d be a little hungover when she did.
“Uh-oh,” Violet murmured, a slight twang of glee in her tone. “Ericka’s locked her sights on the enigmatic Levi, it seems, and she’s had more wine than me. Which is saying something,” she added, tilting her empty glass as though calculating how much she’d had to drink. “Do we think fireworks or no?”
Liam glanced over, watching the Mommy Domme sashay her way over to the photographer with her most sultry smile plastered in place. “He’ll shut her down pretty quick, is my guess.”
Pretty quick was right; Levi maintained an insistent arm’s length between him and the intoxicated Domme as she flirted shamelessly with him. Avoiding every attempt she made to touch him—shoulder, arm, even a grope at his ass—he finally snapped.
