Page 67 of Break Me Not

This big, bad, tattooed, six-foot woman was making herself smaller. Crawling. And it was all for me. This moment. The look on her face as she came up to me. The way her eyes pleaded for me to do whatever I wanted to her.

All mine.

When she was close enough, I lifted my foot, and just like that first night, she grabbed it, ready to place her lips on my skin. But this time I grabbed the glass and poured some wine into it.

“Look at how easily you degrade yourself for me,” I praised. “You look so good on your knees. Like you belong there.”

“I belong right wherever my mommy wants me.” Her hot breath fanned across the bare part of my foot. “On my knees. With my tongue on your sweet pussy. With my ass up and your cock in my cunt.”

My body had a physical reaction to the image of her with her ass up as I slammed into her from behind. Oh, how I want to hear her beg for me.

Lifting the glass, I slowly spilled wine down my leg. We watched as it stained my skin and fell to the floor below.

“I don't think I have to tell you what to do, do I?”

The first hit of her hot, wet tongue on my toes made me moan. She licked up every bit of the wine that was rolling down my knee, breathing heavily as she licked up the side of my foot and up to my ankle.

I started drinking the wine I hadn't spilled, enjoying the show and the feel of her tongue. Feeling her breasts against my leg as she traveled up my body only turned me on further.

As she got to my inner thigh, I spread my legs for her, and she wasted no time rubbing up my calves and then my thighs before she pushed my dress up.

“You look so beautiful,” she groaned, her eyes narrowing on my thin, black lace panties.

“Tell me, Jax. Do you think you deserve my cunt yet? I can see your mouth watering, but I don't think you've been a good enough girl for me.”

“Punish me. Truly. I'll take it.”

I put the glass on the table and closed my legs. With one pat on my thighs, I motioned for her to lie down across my lap.

Feeling her body as she did was sinful.

“You're so good at taking direction. Now, push down your pants for me. Show me that tight ass of yours.”

Letting out a whine, Jax quickly shimmied down her pants, baring her slightly tattooed ass to me. I enjoyed her sharp breath as my fingers gently ran over the surface.

“You remember your safe word, yes?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Pick a number. And make it good.”

She tilted her head so she could look at me. “Twelve.”

Trying to control my own breathing, I massaged the meaty part of her ass. She was already twitching under me.

I bet she’s wet and willing if I slip my fingers into her pussy.

Not that I was any better. My underwear was already sticking to me uncomfortably.

“Any significance to that number?”

“The number of times I fucked myself fantasizing it was you. Since the other night. Since the first time I saw you, I lost count somewhere in the hundreds.”

Without warning, I brought my hand back and slapped her ass cheek.

She jerked, her body tensing as a low groan fell from her lips.

“You okay, baby girl?” I asked, kneading her red flesh.