Page 52 of Mistletoe Mistake
The orgasm shot through her, her whole body convulsing and lifting off the chair before collapsing back again as little aftershocks ran through her, tiny jolts of pleasure.
She looked completely satisfied. And completely fucking perfect.
With her chest heaving, her eyes closed and her limbs hanging limply over the side of the chair, she had to be the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
~Gemma~
It felt like I was floating, suspended weightless in the air as the pleasure of my orgasm flooded my body and slowly ebbed away. Gradually, the room around me began to take shape again, including Cole, his eyes still fixed on me intently, his hand still moving slowly across his hard-on.
How on earth did he have such power over me? How could he control me to such an extent that I could come on his command? I couldn't help remembering how frustrated Edwin used to get trying to get me to climax, and all Cole had to do was tell me to and I did.
And he made it all feel so safe and so natural. If anyone else had suggested the things we had done together, or even knew that I had thought about doing them, I would have been humiliated. Cole, however, made me feel that there was nothing wrong with it at all, that I could be as filthy as I wanted, more than I'd ever known I wanted to be, and he would find it perfectly normal.
And no matter what we did within these walls, as soon as it was over, he would go right back to treating me just as he always had.
With my arms trembling beneath my weight, I managed to shift my body back in the chair, placing my feet back on the ground. From the state of his cock, I knew Cold hadn’t finished with me yet; he was simply waiting for me to be ready to move on, and I honestly couldn't wait to see what he planned to do to me next.
“I'm disappointed, Gemma.” Cole's cold tone was at odds with the heat in his eyes, and I understood straight away he was still in his teacher mode. “I told you to wait.”
My eyes widened, trying to figure out what he meant. “But I did, I waited until you said one.”
“Yes, but you were meant to wait until I said 'come'. I think I might have to fail you.”
His eyes twinkled just enough to let me know he wasn't serious. For whatever he wanted to do next, he needed an excuse to tell me I was wrong. Should I argue with him? Or maybe try something else?
Settling on a course of action, I did my best to look apologetic. "I'm sorry, sir. Please don't fail me. Maybe there's something else I could do to earn some extra credit?"
His lips twitched, telling me that he was perfectly satisfied with that response. “Maybe there is. Let's see, shall we?”
In a flash, he stood up, his trousers still open, allowing his erect cock to jut out in front of him. I couldn't help watching it as he walked over to me, which only made him smile more.
"What do you think, Gemma? You think you can do a better job making me come than you did with yourself? Using only that smart little mouth of yours?"
“I know I can, sir." Looking up at him, I licked my lips in anticipation, and his nostrils flared, his gaze growing even more heated.
Reaching down, he yanked the tie off my neck. It burned my skin, the movement was so fast, but I was far less concerned about that than with what he planned to do next. Grabbing my arm firmly, he pulled me up from the chair, onto my feet, and spun me around. His hands went around both my wrists, pulling them behind my back, and the fabric of the tie rubbed against my skin as he bound my hands together. It felt rougher than his fancy silk ties the night before, not as soft on my skin, but I didn't mind.
"There. Now, you won't be tempted to cheat."
With his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me down onto my knees and stepped back around in front of me, his hard, thick cock right at my eye level. My mouth watered at the sight of it, which had never happened with Edwin either.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he ordered, grabbing the base of his shaft and smacking it against my cheek. “Beg me for it.”
I looked up at him from beneath my eyelashes, trying to put on my best innocent face. “Please, sir. Let me taste you.”
He slapped his cock against my cheek again. “That doesn't sound very desperate. Maybe one of the other girls wants it more.”
Swallowing down any remaining inhibition, I tried again. I didn't have any experience with the kind of dirty talk that seemed to come so easily to him, but I would do my best.
“Please,” I repeated, my voice shaking with need. “I want to taste your cock. It looks so hard and so big. I need it, sir. I need you to fuck my mouth. I want to feel you in my throat, to feel you come down my throat. I need...”
Apparently, that was enough. With a groan, Cole brought his cock to my lips, cutting off my words. I opened my mouth wide and he grabbed hold of my hair, holding both pigtails by the base of them, holding my head steady as he began to thrust into me.
This was unlike any blowjob I'd ever given before. Then, I had always been in control, setting the pace and using my hands, but now, my hands were tied and Cole held my head tight. As his cock filled my waiting mouth, I realized this was no blowjob. He was fucking my mouth, just like I'd asked him to. I could do nothing but keep my mouth open and try to breathe. Tears began to form in my eyes as he pushed in deeper, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust, but I didn't want him to stop. Instead, I looked up at him, trying to keep eye contact as he stared down at me, his eyes glazed as he watched his cock disappearing into my mouth, over and over again.
“Fuck, Gemma,” he grunted, obviously getting close to his climax as he thrust even faster. “I love fucking your sweet mouth, seeing those perfect little lips around my dick.”
I moaned in response, the sound muffled around his cock, and that seemed to push him over the edge. His eyes closed as he groaned and hot liquid spurted into my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but some managed to spill out of my mouth, dribbling down my chin.
