THE ESCORT

THIRTY FIVE | MY GOOD GIRL

⚠️WARNING⚠️
This chapter contains the following:
Bondage, light play scene, spanking, and a bit of gagging. Thread carefully if you're easily triggered, or you could just skip entirely and wait for the next chapter.
Other than that, my kinky peeps, do enjoy the masterpiece that's Angelo and his little sub.

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"Kneel."

That one word packed so much command with just enough heat to make her heat up. Mixed in with his hooded molten gaze, her insides lit up like sparklers.

Elodie blinked, saw the beginning of a frown on his face, and scrambled off the bed. Even as she dropped to her knees, her mind protested.

This wasn't her, she didn't go around kneeling for men like Angelo. Men at all. Surely this wasn't a position she should be in.

Her body didn't agree. She could feel her heart speeding up, her skin becoming more sensitive. Every little fiber on the plush rug seemed to caress her legs.

"Very good. You look so good at my feet. Your lips..." Sir stood in front of her, stroking his index finger along her bottom lip. "Take me in your mouth and suck me."

Her mouth dropped open. Vasily shouldn't come to mind at a time like this, but she couldn't help it. Sucking Vasily had proved that giving heads was pleasurable.

Would it feel the same with Angelo?

Sir asked, tapping her bottom lip until she parted her lips, and he sneaked a finger in briefly, groaning when she sucked before his retreat. "What do you say?"

He was at half-mast. "Um. Yes, Sir."

He set one finger under her chin, lifted her face. "How did it feel with Vasily? And don't bother lying to me because I saw how you acted."

"I did. But, that doesn't mean I am good at it. He controlled everything," she admitted glumly. She was no expert at oral sex. Heck, at any type of sex. Not like she had folders for comparisons stored away for a day like this.

Sir's eyes crinkled. "Why don't you take that warm, soft mouth and put it around my cock. You start, and I'll direct you as needed."

He liked her mouth. And he mostly definitely liked what he saw with Vasily, which was probably the reason he wanted this for himself.

That was enough encouragement for Elodie to grasp him in her fingers. His cock was half-hard; the mushroom head was velvety smooth as she closed her lips around it.

To her exictement, he moaned in appreciation.

Drawing courage from that, gently, she moved her mouth over his cock, feeling him harden, elongate. The little loose skin tightened around the hardness beneath, and she took her mouth away to stare. Earlier, she'd felt like he'd entered her with something huge; he had. The girth of him wasn't contained in one of her palm, that was how thick.

Chuckling, he stroked her hair again. "Continue, kitten."

At least she'd pleased him enough to get him hard. That was something, right? She slid her lips up and down, wetting him with her mouth.

"Use your tongue," he murmured. "Pretend it's my tongue on your clit. Remember how good the strokes felt. The only difference is in size."

He was talking about sizes? But, she remembered how his mouth had felt on her, how his rough tongue had licked over her, around… The memory made her wet, made her clit throb.