Back Stronghold
Chapters (74)
  1. Acknowledgments
  2. Stripping the Sub
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. Epilogue
  26. Tempting the Domme
  27. Prologue
  28. 1
  29. 2
  30. 3
  31. 4
  32. 5
  33. 6
  34. 7
  35. 8
  36. 9
  37. 10
  38. 11
  39. 12
  40. 13
  41. 14
  42. 15
  43. 16
  44. 17
  45. 18
  46. 19
  47. 20
  48. Epilogue
  49. Hardcore Vanilla
  50. Prologue
  51. 1
  52. 2
  53. 3
  54. 4
  55. 5
  56. 6
  57. 7
  58. 8
  59. 9
  60. 10
  61. 11
  62. 12
  63. 13
  64. 14
  65. 15
  66. 16
  67. 17
  68. 18
  69. 19
  70. Epilogue
  71. Author’s Note
  72. About the Author
  73. Other Books by Golden Angel
  74. Don't miss out!

“Good, cupcake,” she said, giving him another press of her lips against his as a reward. Then she pulled away completely, patting the bed. “Now lay down on your back on the towel, ass on the edge of the bed.”

Looking nervous, Luke did as she’d ordered, the position necessitating his legs be spread wide apart with his knees in the air to be where she wanted him. His cock was slowly swelling again, but not fully erect.

Grinning, Olivia picked up the two silicone cock rings she’d placed on the nightstand next to the lube while he was in the bathroom.

“What’s that?” he asked, looking at her down the length of his body.

“You’ll see in a moment,” she said smoothly, enjoying his look of trepidation as she bent over him.

His expression quickly changed from trepidation to shocked delight as she dragged her tongue up the underside of his cock, from the base to the tip. It surged under the wet touch, immediately stiffening to its full length as her tongue traveled up to press a sultry kiss against the tip.

“Oh…” Luke’s guttural groan was music to her ears.

Olivia rarely gave head, except as an exceptional treat, and she decided this was one of those times. With Luke, she knew it would be nothing but a pleasure to take him in her mouth and tease him with sensation. Licking around the bulbous mushroom tip of his cock, she didn’t lift her head until his hands began to move towards her.

“Uh-uh, cupcake,” she chided, taking his hands and laying them down flat on either side of his body, next to his hips. Luke groaned in disappointment. “If you can’t hold still I’m going to have to make you.”

“Fucking hell…” Luke blew out a long breath of air. “If you’re going to keep that up, you might need to.”

Deciding to take him at his word, it only took Olivia few minutes to wrap leather cuffs around his wrists and thighs, attaching each wrist to the corresponding thigh. It had the double effect of keeping his hands in place and increasing the vulnerability he felt.

When she returned to teasing his cock with her lips, the stiff organ was fully erect and practically pulsing as she eased her mouth over its length.

While he wasn’t exactly completely well-versed in being a male submissive, Luke knew damned well that getting head from a Mistress was a phenomenally rare occurrence. Which only made it feel even better, knowing how unusual and extraordinary it was.