He loomed over me on the green leather chaise and sucked on my nipples slowly, finishing each sucking pull with his teeth in a soft bite until they were tight peaks of sensation. It was hard not to make any vocalization to pleasure. I wanted to, but I wanted to please him more. My breathing sped up when I felt his mouth pull away from a breast to move down my torso. He jerked me down on the chaise to my back simultaneous with opening my legs wide with hard forcing hands. Spread before him, he flared his green eyes for a second before dipping his mouth to my pussy and devouring just as excellently as he’d done to my breasts. I swallowed hard and let my head fall back as the pleasure overtook me and gave in to the orgasm that started building the second his hot tongue began flicking over my clit.

After long minutes of exquisite bliss, when he sensed I was about to come, he stilled his tongue and just blew his hot breath against my pussy, torturing me so damn good I couldn’t stop the squeak of protest that came out of my mouth.

“Kitten is not supposed to make sounds, but she just made one.” He moved back onto his knees and stared down at me so sternly beautiful, my chest heaving with the pent-up need to come hanging in the air between us. “You deserve some discipline for making that sound, don’t you, kitten?”

“Yes, my lord, I—I broke your r-rule,” I stammered, trying to meet his gaze and to breathe. Which was not an easy feat when he looked so beautifully sexy leering down at me, about to command me to something I desperately wanted to do for him even if I didn’t even know what it was yet. I would do whatever he asked, and I’d love doing it.

Ivan jerked me up to sitting again, studying me with fiery eyes as he moved a hand to his jeans, popping the buttons free with ease along with his erection. He stroked his big, long, hard cock in his hand for just a pull or two before saying, “Open your mouth, kitten, because here comes your discipline.”

I did.

He buried his cock deep, all the way to the back of my throat where I could feel the tip of him bottoming out. The sides of my head were gripped in his tight hands, totally at his mercy as he worked me on and off his cock with a furious need. I felt my eyes start to water as he fucked my mouth deeply enough to make me gag. He’d let up just long enough for me to take in a breath and then do it again, filling me up just until I reached the point for the involuntary need to expel him from my throat. The extra action as I constricted around his big choking cock deep-throating me is what felt so good.