Page 14 of Dancing With Temptation

Having him in her mouth was almost as good as having his mouth on her. She enjoyed the taste of him on her tongue, the way he felt, the sensual way his hips moved against her face. Here his scent, his real scent permeated the air, making her inhale him deeply, both in her mouth physically, and through her nose. This was the Lincoln most people would never know, and the one she couldn’t help but want to know more about.

No matter how much she might deny that to herself.

When his breathing changed, when he started to make small noises in his throat, when his hips thrust faster, she saw those things for what they were - signals. She pulled herself up, got off the table, despite his groan of protest, and pushed a button to bring the table back up to its resting height. She was denying herself and him, but he’d learn a lesson from that too.

“The time we spend in here is meant for exploring a world of pleasure, and with that comes learning pleasure in denial.” She spoke softly, watching his face when his eyes met hers.

His eyebrows pulled together, and his lips flattened out. “Pleasure in denial? I’m about to bust, how can I find pleasure in that?”

“In putting it off, of course. ‘Edging’ some call it.” She hit another button and the table began to move so that Lincoln’s feet were now on the floor, his head just above hers. She poked at another button and she saw his eyes go wide. The electric stimulation had just gone up a notch. “Is it painful?”

“No, it’s strange, good, but not painful.” He shook his head and she moved closer to inspect his riveting brown eyes. They were almost yellow now, more amber than chocolate.

“Good.” She ran her left hand down his face, along his neck, and danced her fingers down his chest before she moved away again. “I’ve denied us both a chance to finish because it reminds me I need to be in control when I’m the one standing here. And it teaches you to wait. To be patient. To take what you’re given and accept it.”

“But...” He started but she immediately put a finger over his mouth.

“No buts, Link. Those are the rules. They’ll be the same rules you’ll impose when it’s my turn to be on that table.” She could see the effect those words had on him and smiled. His eyes closed and a faint smile traced over his features. “Exactly. You’re picturing me there now, and that is something else you must learn. Everything you say or do can be a directive, a touch, a present even.”

“Or it can be torture,” Lincoln answered, his eyes open and on hers again.

“Exactly. You’re learning fast.” She cupped his testicles with her left hand, gently fondling the globes when he moaned in appreciation. “You’ll learn a lot about me, but even more about yourself, as the weeks pass, Lincoln. Then you’ll be ready to decide which side of this table you really want to be on.”

“But you seem to enjoy being on that side so much, Roxie. Are you sure you won’t influence me to stay on this side of it?” He asked, a dare in his eyes.

“Only you can decide, Lincoln. And believe me, if you aren’t meant to be on this side, you’ll know it and so will I. You won’t be satisfied with how you perform, and I will be sorely disappointed and unfulfilled. It’s not rocket science, really. Or, you might just be a switch like me. That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“No, I suppose not.” His head fell back against the table, his arms hanging from the wrists still trapped in the clasps. “Are we done or is there more tonight?”

“I think...” She paused, studying him, wondering just how far she could take him “...I think you deserve to have some enjoyment out of the night, at least.”

“Thank fuck.” She heard him whisper as she sank to her knees in front of him. She suspected he thought he’d said it low enough she wouldn’t hear, but she had.

Instead of making her reconsider her gift, she knew it was the right thing to do. He was on the edge of frustration, it wouldn’t take her long to wring the final moments out of him. And then she’d be able to get back to her own life for the rest of the evening.

His cock, hard, long, and florid with life seemed to wave in the air, directing her to where he needed to be touched the most. She smiled as she took it in her hand and licked the tip slowly. A quick glance up showed he was watching her, eager to see her lips around his cock.

“You do realize you’re still tied to this table, right? I could get up and leave you here for a while if I wanted to.” She stroked him with her hand as she spoke, her eyes locked to his.

That look of worry came back, but now it gave way to a new excitement, something she wasn’t sure she’d see. Thrill at the slightest hint of danger. Not real danger, but danger that the adventure would be over, was something new for him. It seemed he was enjoying being on that side of the table. She’d have to think about it more later. Figure out what to do with him next time she brought him in here.

“Or I can stay right here and jerk you off until you come all over my face and chest. Would you like that, Lincoln?” The words were spoken on the back of a moan, her body twinging in need as she saw how red his face was now, how hot and swollen his lips were with his need. Every inch of him screamed desire, need, but she had to hold back, had to give him what he needed, not what she needed.

“I’d like that, Roxie, yes. I never thought I would, but yes, I want to come all over your pretty face, and over those gorgeous breasts of yours. Please, may I?”

Oh, now that almost broke her will. He’d finally caught on. He’d finally asked for permission to do something. “You may, when you’re ready, Lincoln.”

Relief escaped his throat as a sigh, as the falling of his head back against the table again. But his head soon lifted to look down at her, his mouth open as he watched her hand move, then shifted his gaze to her eyes. “Come for me, Lincoln. Come all over me.”

“Fuck.” He gasped just as his cock twitched in her hand, his hips motionless at last.

She heard him groan deeply just as the first pulse of his satisfaction hit her on the chin, then further down. The drop slid down her left breast just as she used her thumb to squeeze him a little harder, make him groan a little more. Men were so easy.

She hid a chuckle and continued to stroke him until he slumped against the table, his eyes bleary but satisfied. “All done?”

“I think that was a little too soon, wasn’t it?” He rolled his eyes at himself. “Sorry. I think I got too caught up in the moment.”

“No, you did exactly what I wanted you to do actually.” She said as she got to her feet, turned off the tens machine, and pulled away the electrodes. “I wanted you to come then and made you do it.”