“Come here, Pet.”
The deep baritone of his voice summoned me. Without question, I set my e-reader aside, rose from my chair and went to his side.
“Kneel.” I complied.
He gazed at me silently, his dark eyes hard to read. There was a pensiveness about him I could not put my finger on, but I knew better than to question him. I simply waited.
He leaned forward and gently removed my reading glasses. His thumb a featherlight caress on the high arch of my cheekbone. Finally, he spoke.
“You will remove my pants and pleasure me with that sweet mouth.” My mouth watered in response.
“Yes, Sir.” I replied, eager to begin. I could feel the warm rush of heat coursing through me at the mere thought of his hard cock in my mouth. I reached eagerly for his belt.
His hand stopped me. “I’m not finished,” he said firmly.
“Yes, Sir.” I replied and dropped my hands back into my lap. I crossed them, my hands forming a V of overlapping fingers, just as I had been taught. His preferred pose of supplication. Hands in lap, eyes down, back straight.
“When I am ready,” he continued in a voice tinged with steel, “I will cum on your face.”
My heart skipped a beat and I gasped involuntarily. He will what???
The words alone made tears spring to my eyes. The thought was like a fist grabbing my entrails in a cramp of pain. I did not understand how my beloved Sir could defile me that way. I mentally flashed through the last several weeks, grasping blindly for anything that I had done wrong to warrant such punishment. I could come up with nothing. A sob bubbled to the back of my throat, where I held it fiercely in check. I could feel his eyes on my face, gauging my reaction.
I struggled with the revulsion, the horror that accompanied the mental image of hot, sticky cum squirting onto my face. I struggled to maintain my composure, to be the dutiful, obedient submissive. I fought for control of my disgust. I fought and I lost.
The sob burst free as I reeled back, rising to my feet and backing away quickly. I tried to scramble to the safety of the sofa; I wanted to run.
He anticipated my move and sprang out of his chair. His large hands gripped my arms tight and he jerked me towards him. “You will kneel!” He commanded darkly, his iron grip on my arms pushing me to the floor. ” You will kneel and you will listen.”
I had no choice but to kneel before him. His hands released my arms and one wound tightly into my hair. I cried out, more from fear than pain, and my breathing began to edge toward hyperventilation. He pulled my head back, forcing my eyes up to his.
“You must accept this. It is my command and you will do as you are told.” He said quietly. “I have waited long enough. You will never experience the true freedom found in submission unless you embrace it fully. I can’t call myself your Master without placing my mark upon your beautiful face.” His voice softened then, and one hand released my hair and cupped my chin. “I know you are frightened of it, of your reaction to it. I wouldn’t demand it unless I thought you were ready.”
I felt my near-hysteria ebb slowly as his words sank in. His hand caressed my face as he waited and watched the struggle of emotions play in my eyes.
Was I really ready for this? Could I handle it? It was my hard line, my absolute boundary. And now, he was ordering me to cross it. I took a deep breath and tried to stop myself from shaking. The fear licked at my insides.
“It is time.” He said, loosening his belt. He settled himself in the chair and crooked a finger at me. I hesitated then crawled to his feet.
“It is your most pivotal act of submission.” He acknowledged with a smile. The smile faded.
“Now suck, my little slut.”
I placed my hands at the small of my back, forming the reverse V he preferred. My body began to shake again as I leaned over his hips and opened my mouth. His cock was already nearly hard. He exhaled softly and his head fell back against the chair as my mouth performed a pleasure-filled dance across his cock.
In s pite of the ending, which I was not looking forward to, I could still feel myself getting wet. My body responded to the sensation of his hard flesh in my mouth just as it always did. The act of sucking him was both thrilling and terrifying. Yet even as I savored the feel and flavor of him, I was not sure I could do it.
As he neared his orgasm, I could feel the fear pulling at me. With every masterful stroke of my lips and tongue, I knew I was one step closer. His hand fisted into my hair and he drove himself deep into my throat, holding me perfectly still for a moment while he struggled for control. He pulled out of my throat with a groan and I shut my eyes as my stomach began to churn. In an instant, I knew I was going to submit. When I realized it, the feeling was like that moment at the crest of a roller coaster, just before the earth falls away beneath you. Suspended, terrifying bliss.
Hot liquid shot across my mouth and cheek and I flinched reflexively. As the second and third streams poured across the same path, my face remained upturned. The rush of emotion was unlike anything I had experienced before. Somehow, he had managed to avoid coating my eyes and I opened them fully when I realized it.
The look on his face was complete joy and satisfaction. As his cum oozed down my jawline, dripping onto my tank top, he reached a hand forward and wiped a thumb across my cheek. He smeared a dab of his cum on my forehead, then another smear across my other cheek. He repeated this over and over, until my face was carefully and lovingly painted in his cum. As he anointed me, his joyful expression turned solemn. He leaned forward and kissed me.
“You are mine.”