Submissive Passion

He looks at me with those dark eyes and I suddenly forget what I wanted to say. My breath hitches in my throat and he stands, striding over behind me. He leans on the back of the couch I was perched on and I can feel his breath on my neck as he asks me what I wanted him to do. No matter how I try, no words come to mind.

All of a sudden, I feel his hand twist into my hair and he pulls me off the couch and to my knees. I moan and look up at this man with nothing but lust in my eyes. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, enjoying the gentle pain I caused myself from biting my lip.

“If you won’t tell me what you want, Girl, you will take what I give you and you will like it.” He demands, his voice so deep that it reached inside me and caused a stir between my legs. “Yes, Sir” I purr and he tightens his grip on my hair, telling me that he approved of the way I responded to him. I whimper as I can see his other hand going toward the top of his jeans, undoing them and then pulling his cock out of his underwear and pants. He pushes my head towards and I eagerly take the engorged member into my mouth. I wanted to taste every millimeter of him and I wanted him to keep the authoritative tone and attitude he had encompassed. It drove me mad with desire and I wanted nothing more than to do anything he told me to. No, not want; need. I needed to do anything he told me to and I needed to please him.

I look up as I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I could and he looks down at me with unbridled desire. I take him in my hands, twisting them while I move them up and down with the movement of my head.