Page 47 of Silver

His words are condescending and cruel. I should be incensed. But that’s not my reaction. Instead, I feel powerful for how I’m affecting him.

Silver pinches both of my nipples hard. So hard I cry out around his length. “Knees, Daphne,” he commands.

Shit. I was so caught up in everything that I didn’t obey his demand. Quickly, I pull them apart, settling them on the edges of the pillow.

He strokes my nipples, soothing them. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to give you a choice. If you’d like to suck me off, I’ll grant you permission to do so. If you’re not ready to swallow my seed, you may wait until tomorrow. Either way, I will train you to take me deep and swallow. If you’d rather watch me take my cock in hand tonight, that’s fine. I’ll pull out and stroke myself to orgasm. But my jizz will be going on your face.”

I flinch. On my face? That’s so demeaning. But so is forcing me to swallow him.

He doesn’t say a word while I ponder my options. I’m grateful, but the truth is it’s a toss-up, and I’m embarrassed to realize I want both.

Am I the dirty slut he says I am? Apparently, my interests are extremely kinky and degrading, and Silver has figured this out.

“Time’s up, naughty girl. If you want to suck me, get started. If not, pull off.”

I swallow, which makes him groan, and that decides it for me. I like knowing I can make him react like that. Sitting taller, I suck harder for the first time since he put his dick in my mouth.

Silver releases my tits and grips the back of my head. “You may use your hands, precious. Not to push away from me, but to help you balance. If you try to pull off my cock, I will add a second stripe to your ass tonight.”

My arms ache from holding them behind my back for so long, but I ignore the pain and brace myself against his thighs.

Silver’s fingers grip the back of my head and neck. He’s not going to give me any slack.

I thought I would be required to bob on and off him. That’s what happens in books when the woman gives the man a blow job. But that’s not how Silver intends for this to go down.

It only takes me a few seconds to realize he will control this blow job like he does everything else. He holds my head steady and moves his hips, fucking my mouth.

It’s not too bad at first. I find my rhythm, sucking and licking him as he pumps in and out, but I get nervous when he starts going deeper.

“Open your throat, precious,” he growls.

I try. It’s not that simple. I’ve never done this. I feel like I’m going to choke.

His fingers squeeze the back of my neck. His other hand comes to the front, stroking my throat. “You can do this, little slut. Open,” he demands.

I grip his thighs with my fingers, concentrating on my task.

He keeps massaging my throat. His voice is harsh as he commands again, “Open, Daphne. Breathe through your nose.”

Somehow, I find the will to obey him. It’s the most unnatural thing I’ve ever done. Suddenly, his cock is much deeper, pounding against the back of my throat. It seems like it will push through my esophagus.

I remind myself that people do this regularly. I’m not the first. At least they do it in books. Do they in real life?

Mind over matter, Daphne.

Silver thrusts as deeply as he can one last time and holds himself in that position. “Swallow, slut,” he shouts right before emptying his dick into my throat.

I panic as the first jet of come hits my esophagus, quickly realizing it will go down the wrong pipe and choke me if I don’t start swallowing.

It seems like he shoots a gallon of come down my throat. And he groans so loud it startles me. I manage to keep up with his release, relieved when it’s finally over.

Silver eases out of me. “Lick my cock clean, little slut. Make sure you get every drop.” His voice is hoarse and deep.

I eagerly start licking up and down his length and around the base. I even suckle his balls gently.

It’s one of the most powerful experiences of my life. It might not be something every woman wants to do, but it makes me warm and glowy inside, knowing I did this to him. I gave my Master pleasure.

I know he’s pleased because he strokes my cheeks, my shoulders, my neck, and my biceps. Over and over. All the while, he whispers words of praise.