Three Means 1

Last Time

(A/N: WARNING! This chapter is completely 18+; it is filled with sexual content so read at your own risk.)

    Dulce found herself unsure about her intentions. Yes, she had limited experience in the realm of sex but she had a secret passion: sexual literature. From a young age, she had inhaled pages upon pages of erotic novels. In doing so, she cultivated countless of fantasies in her mind.

"Get up, I said." She commanded, taking some steps back to give Pierre some space. His hands remained immobile but, with the strength of his legs alone, he obeyed.

"Be soft." He said, which caused Dulce's confidence to spike. Seeing men, particularly handsome like him, so vulnerable and submissive under her touch, had that effect on her.

He now stood towering over her. She did not like that imbalance. Extending her hand over his head, she ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing and pulling locks of it and using them to guide him, bringing his face closer to hers.

"I'll be as rough or as soft on you as I wish." She replied, maintaining eye contact. He nodded slowly, their lips brushing once close.

"Good, now get on yours knees for me." She demanded again.

    Though confusion took over his expression, he was too whipped to disobey. Dulce watched as he knelt in front of her and then removed her hand from his hair to caress his cheek instead. She leanwd down, parted her lips and extended her tongue to trace a path from his jaw to his cheek. The motion caused little shudders from his body.

"I like how obedient you are. You'll get a reward if you keep it up." She explained, making him smile with his teeth.

    She teased, grabbing the nape of his neck and pressing his face down against the floor . "It feels cold, hm? Go ahead and stay next to me until we reach the room.....but on your knees."

    She continued taking steps as he crawled on his knees, without a doubt receiving bruises beneath his clothes. Once they reached the room, she opened the door and walked towards the bed.

"Stay right there." She commanded.

    He was not sure what the compulsion forcing his compliance was but he found himself obedient.

    Dulce took her time removing her dress, making sure each movement was intentional for Pierre, who stayed at the door. As she removed her bra, he leaned closer.

Once dropping it on the floor, she approached him, slapping him hard across his face.

"This is what happens when you don't follow instructions." She warned, sternly. She searched his face and then her eyes landed on a small stream of red trailing to his dress pants.

    "Let's get you off these; we don't want them getting even more ruined now, do we?" She joked, though aware of his indifference towards the material wealth at stake.

    "No" He shook his head, not meaning it, but eager to remove his pants.

    She kneeled and undid the buttons of his pants, slowly lowering them to his knees. His arousal was impossible to miss, and she caressed it with her hand, causing him to inhale sharply. After a while, he seemed unable to exhale.

    "Eager for me already?" She teased, as her hand traced delicate circles on his crotch, causing a giddy smile from him.

    "Mhm, please take them off." He begged, his voice filled with need. She did not extend his agony. Instead, she stood up, circled him and placed her foot firmly on his back, recreating Pierre's earlier actions with Arthur. She pushed gently, sending him face first onto the floor.

A groan escaped his lips.

    Since he was laying down, she took the opportunity to remove his pants, throwing them aside effortlessly. She took hold of his shoulder, and wrapped her other arm around his waist to turn him onto his back. "Yes, that's right." She murmured, excited. "Now I get to see your pretty face." He nodded, but his eyes were fixed on her panties.

    "I see what you want. You're so needy." She teased, her foot gently massaging his growing bulge.

    "Will that busted lip stop you from tasting me?" She asked, already anticipating his denial. As expected, he shook his head.

    "What was that?" She asked, indirectly demanding him to speak.

    "No, fuck. Please sit on my face." He begged, his hips thrusting forward against her foot, desperately.

    "You have such a potty mouth." She scolded, but hooked her fingers around the edge of her panties, sliding them down slowly. His eyes were glued to the sight. She slowly got down on him, and wrapped her thighs around his waist. Instead of tossing her underwear to the side, she balled it in her hand and pressed it to his nose, using part of it to dab at the blood on his lip.

    "You pervert." She said, as he inhaled deeply. Once she discarded it, she leaned in for a gentle kiss, before positioning her exposed self over his eager mouth. His tongue was already extended in anticipation, and she smiled as she lowered herself onto him. His tongue moved expertly, sending waves of pleasure through her, causing her to clutch at his hair, pulling with each surge of satisfaction.

    "Fuck, you're too good at this." She moaned, moving her hips to meet his rhythm. She wondered briefly whom he had learned that skill from. As the intensity built, she lifted herself to give him a moment to breathe.

    "Fuck." He exhaled heavily, catching his breath. "I love the taste of you. I want it in my mouth all night."

    Her stomach tightened at his words. Instead of returning to his tongue, she stood up. It made the evidence of her pleasure visible, as it glistened on her thighs. He looked up at her.

    "Did you not enjoy it?" He asked nervously.

"I fucking adore your tongue inside me, but I want more of you." She clarified. Finally, she unbounded his wrists, and as he stood and stretched his arms, he once more towered over her.

    He took the chance and grabbed her whole body with ease, throwing her over his shoulder as he had done earlier. This time, she laughed and kicked playfully. "Let me down."

    He listened, tossing her onto the bed and immediately covering her with his body.

    "I'm going to eat you all out. You're already dripping wet." He murmured, inching downward. She stopped him with a tug on his hair, pulling his face to hers.

    "Kiss me first." She demanded.

    He licked his lips.

   "Want to taste yourself now, do you?" He teased. She nodded, eyes on his. Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him closer until her breasts pressed against his chest. She opened her mouth invitingly.

    "Fucking naughty you are." He said, spitting into her mouth before sticking his tongue inside. She sucked on it, swirling her tongue with his. After a few moments, he pulled back, and she swallowed, making sure he noticed. Fascinated by her, he wrapped his hand around her neck and bit gently on her lower lip.

    "You're my girl." He whispered, grinding his arousal against her bare core. She stayed silent, closed her eyes and arched her back, little moans escaping her lips.

She was grateful her moans were low, since their intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of keys in the door, causing her to freeze and fall silent.

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