Chapter 29

Teeth gripped her nipple, biting softly and tugging. Colette moaned, eyes closed as she concentrated on the sensation. He pulled back, stretching her nipple before the tip slipped between the narrow space made by the hard edges of his teeth. The resulting sensation was exquisite in its precision, though it flirted with the line between pleasure and pain.

"Landon," she whimpered. "That feels so good."

"You have sensitive nipples," he murmured before taking the left one in his mouth.

He sucked, drawing even more blood into the tip before gripping it with his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. Colette gripped fistfuls of his hair, her hips rocking.

"Too sensitive for clamps," he said when he finally released that breast from his mouth.

"No, I'm not," she protested, desperate for more.

He swatted her ass. "Are you telling me I'm wrong?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation.

He snorted. "A sub who needs to come will agree to anything."

"Yes," she said again. "That's why we have Doms."

He cupped her breasts, pressing them together and burying his face in her cleavage. She stroked his hair, then slid her fingers under his collar to stroke the bare skin along his upper spine.

Landon turned his head—good, she was slightly worried he'd suffocate—laying his cheek on her chest. He molded her body to his with arms wrapped tight around her waist and thighs. The tight hug had a sweet, warm emotion rising up through her core.

Maybe he wasn't ready for sex. He might still need time to process what she'd told him.

"It's okay." She stroked his hair, laying her cheek on the crown of his head "Nous n'avons pas à faire ?a."

He lifted his head, and the look in his eyes told her that she was wrong. The embrace wasn't a signal that he needed a different kind of connection. Landon's gaze was hot with desire, and he looked her over with a possessiveness that made every submissive cell in her body sing.

"Are you angling for another spanking?" He squeezed one butt cheek.

"No, though I wouldn't object." Her butt would, when she literally couldn't sit down tomorrow thanks to two spankings in a row, but right now she craved being turned over his knee.

"Then what did you say?"

"I said we don't have to do this. I thought you needed time."

"I did. Time to plan exactly what I was going to do to you." He gently gripped one nipple.

Landon held her gaze as he twisted the peak of her breast first one way, then the other. It was a small, delicate movement she felt down to her toes.

"And did you decide?" Her voice was breathless.

"I did." Landon stood, still holding her. Colette wrapped her arms and legs around him, enjoying the display of strength as he carried her.

They didn't go far. Landon circled the arm of the couch, then lowered her to sit on the back. It was too high for her toes to touch the floor, so she kept hold of his shoulders.

Then transferred her grip to his hair as he sank to his knees before her.

Colette's legs were already spread from having them around his waist as he carried her, but Landon grasped her knees, spreading them wider apart until the outside edge of each calf pressed against the cool leather of the back of the couch. One hand in his hair, Colette grasped onto a cushion seam with the other to hold herself in place.

Landon reached up and gripped her wrist, pressing his thumb gently but firmly against the inside so her fingers released their hold on his hair. Then he guided her hand to her own thigh, flattening her palm against the soft skin on the inside of her leg.

"You're going to be a good girl and keep those legs spread while I taste you."

She moaned, just the idea of him licking her pussy making her body clench in pleasure.

"Shave or electrolysis?" He traced a line up one bare labia to her mons, then down the other side.

"Electrolysis."

Because her legs were spread wide, her outer labia had parted. When he leaned forward, she felt the wash of air against her clit as he exhaled.

"How do you rub your clit when you make yourself come?" He petted the hot, damp skin just below her clit. It was an odd sensation, not overtly sexual, but deeply intimate.

"Circles? Rub one side?" he demanded.

Now he pressed the pads of two fingers on either side of her clit and pushed them apart, stretching her clit hood tight over the glans.

"Answer me," he warned. "Because if I need to spank you, I'm not going to bother putting you over my knee so I can get to your ass. I'm going to spank whatever's in front of me."

He gently flicked her clit, making it clear where he'd spank her.

Colette shrieked, sensation that could have been either pleasure or pain lancing through her.

"Too much?" He stroked her clit hood with a gentle finger.

"Yes. No. Maybe."

Landon kissed the inside of her other thigh, then nipped her. "In that case I suggest you answer the question."

"Usually, I use a toy. A little vibrator. Sometimes I don't even take off my panties."

"You don't use your fingers?" He continued to stroke her clit hood, avoiding her clit itself.

"Sometimes."

"And when you do, how do you touch yourself."

"Circles. I rub around and around my clit with one finger."

"Do you want me to do that right now? Rub your pretty, needy clit?"

"Mon dieu, oui. S'il te pla?t."

He tsked, and she realized she'd slipped back into French. With a whimper she tensed, anticipating—with both trepidation and excitement—a sharp slap on her clit.

"You're lucky," he said. "Because my need to taste your sweet pussy means your punishment can wait."

Landon's lips closed over the top of her sex, sucking hard before he licked her clit in a broad, smooth stroke. Colette screamed then, pleasure ripping through her. It wasn't quite an orgasm, but that first touch to her clit was like grabbing a live wire with both hands.

He moved lower, tongue flicking into her entrance. She could feel slight stubble on his jaw against her labia as he dragged his mouth back up to her clit. Then he settled in, his intent to make her come clear with every stroke of his tongue.

Except he didn't just lick her.

Landon closed his mouth on her, almost as if he were trying to take a bite. He took her clit—both glans and hood—plus the surrounding flesh into his mouth, sucking and biting down in a way that applied pressure, but wasn't sharp or painful. She'd never had a man eat her pussy like this—and eat certainly felt like the correct word.

He did it again, taking her most intimate flesh into his mouth, but this time he found her clit with the tip of his tongue and licked a tiny circle around it.

Colette nearly fell off the couch. Pleasure made the world spin and her abdominal muscles ratcheted tight. She grabbed a handful of his hair to keep herself from falling. He grunted—she must have pulled his hair hard.

Good. It was her turn to pull his hair.

Her momentary amusement fled, burned away by pleasure as he licked her clit again.

His tongue was soft but firm, gliding over her wet skin. Around and around, he stroked her, pausing occasionally to swallow or breathe, and each time he did, he'd lick her with one soft upward stroke before going back to circles.

She was breathing heavily, the sound of it almost drowning out the wet noises of his mouth on her sex.

"I'm close," she gasped when the tightness low in her belly reached what felt like a breaking point.

Still holding her clit in his mouth, he nodded in what she was going to assume was permission. The act of nodding had her clit bumping against the edge of his teeth.

"Landon," she sobbed, "I'm there, don't stop, please?—"

The orgasm ripped through her, a perfect release that both relaxed muscles that had tightened in the lead up, and tensed other muscles. Her scalp prickled, her toes curled, and her nipples were diamond-hard.

He licked her clit again, and she flinched, the sensation so intense it was almost sharp. She opened her mouth, prepared to gently explain that she couldn't take any more direct stimulation, but Landon was already surging to his feet, eyes hot, lips pink and glossy.

He gripped her hair, forced her head back, and sealed his mouth over hers. This kiss was savage, a claiming. She tasted herself on his tongue as it thrust into her mouth.

They were both panting when he pulled back, but he didn't let go of her hair. Instead, he tugged, and she hopped off the couch, swaying on her feet.

Landon pushed her firmly down onto her knees.

"Eyes on me," he said in a low voice.

She looked up, holding his gaze and maintaining her position even when he released her hair to open his pants and yank off his shirt, tossing it to the side.

"Open that pretty mouth," he murmured.

Obediently she parted her lips, still looking up at him.

Along the bottom of her field of vision she saw him fist his dick, and licked her lips in preparation. His sharp inhale made it clear he liked that, and what he did next proved it.

Landon traced her lips with the velvety smooth head of his cock. She snuck a taste.

"Bad girl," he said approvingly, a slight smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

She maintained eye contact and stuck out her tongue. He stroked her tongue with his cock, and she tasted the salt of him that let her know he was as turned on as she was.

Despite the truly marvelous orgasm he'd just given her, Colette wanted more. Sometimes coming was the period at the end of a sentence, and after it was over one moved on to other things. That last orgasm had been a pleasure filled comma. A pause, with something to follow after.

Landon cupped the back of her head, applying slight pressure until her mouth enveloped the tip of his dick. It was a bit harder to keep looking up at him, but she did it, loving the intimacy of the eye contact.

"One hand on my thigh," he ordered. "If you need a break, tap twice."

She placed her right hand on his thigh.

"Now spread your knees. Wider. Good girl. I want your other hand cupping your pussy. Just your pussy lips. Don't touch your clit."

Her pussy was hot and wet against her palm, her labia smooth and puffy with arousal.

Landon inched closer, the toes of his shoes against the inside of her knees. That pushed his dick deeper into her mouth as his hand held her head in place.

Bit by bit he filled her mouth. She tried to tuck her lips over her teeth, but his cock hit the back of her throat, she had to focus on not gagging. He must have felt it, because he stopped, his gaze tracking over her face as she blinked back the tears that always accompanied gagging.

"If you need me to stop, I will." His fingers massaged her scalp briefly before he pushed in deeper.

She felt the fat, blunt head of his cock first press against, and then slide down, the back of her throat. She gagged again, tears springing to her eyes. He paused, looking down at her like a merciless god as he touched the back of her hand, a reminder that all she had to do was tap him.

Colette squeezed his muscled thigh once, an acknowledgement of the safety net, but she didn't tap. She wanted to choke on his dick. Needed him to use her.

Landon gripped her head with both hands as he slowly drew his cock almost all the way out. She licked and sucked at the tip, teasing the small opening with the tip of her tongue.

"Fuck," he growled, fingers flexing against her head. "Relax your jaw."

That was her only warning before he thrust in hard and fast. His cock filled her mouth and throat. She gagged, but he went deep enough to push past it. Deep enough she couldn't breathe.

She was filled and mastered, her body both her own and his. His to use. To fuck.

He pulled out, giving her a minute to suck in air in several quick, deep breaths, before thrusting in again.

Landon fucked her mouth with a brutality that was delicious. She couldn't hold his gaze any longer and closed her eyes, focusing on not scraping him with her teeth and swallowing against the gag reflex on the thrusts that weren't quite as deep to push past it. Every so often he'd touch the back of her hand to reminder her that really, she was the one in control.

If she'd been wearing mascara, it would have been running down her face, and the wet, sloppy sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth and her occasional gag echoed in the playroom.

"Fuck," Landon snarled.

She blinked, focusing once more on his face. He was watching her, his jaw set, his eyes dark and hard like those of a hawk.

He pulled out all the way, and she waited for him to come on her tits, or bend her over the couch so he could come in her pussy or ass.

"Slowly," he growled, then matched action to words, carefully guiding his cock between her lips. She licked and teased the underside as he penetrated her mouth with measured intensity.

About halfway in, Landon groaned, his hand making a fist in her hair. He slammed into her twice, filling her so completely that her nose smashed against his body. He pulled back just a little, and then he came, salty at the back of her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, wanting this to be the best blow job of his life.

Wanting him to remember this long after tonight.

That way lay thoughts that would turn her tears from a purely physical reaction to an emotional one. Colette pressed her palm hard on her pussy, mashing her labia against her clit. It jolted her out of thoughts of tomorrow and back into the moment.

Landon released her hair and staggered back, breathing hard. His cock was still semi-erected and glistening. His gaze roamed over her, undeniably possessive. She swallowed one last time and he grinned, a savage expression of satisfaction.

He held out his hand and she let him help her to her feet. Landon pulled her in for a kiss, and she moved restlessly against him, hoping they weren't done. His lips left a wet path along his cheek as his mouth moved to her ear.

"You want more?"

"Yes."

"You up for a scene?"

"I need a scene right now. With you," she countered.

Colette shivered when Landon sucked her earlobe and licked the sensitive skin of her neck. Then he pressed his lips to her ear.

"Get your pretty ass up on that spanking bench."