Heads he's mine, tails he's yours

Chapter Two

Von's POV

I woke up to the sound of sucking and pleasure running through my body, I groaned out in satisfaction as I opened my legs a bit more for the person to continue sucking my dick.

I looked down and stared at the light skin shorty on her knees, in front of me forcing herself to deep throat my dick. She was slurping it but she wasn't doing it how I wanted.

I ran my hand through her hair, making her look at me, she had a happy look in her eyes, that was sweet, she thinks she's getting appreciated for a good job.

I smirked at her before forcing her throat down, shoving my dick deeper into her mouth, I watched her gag but I didn't take my hand from her head.

"Fuck" I groaned out as I held her hair and started thrusting into her mouth, she looked up at me with teary eyes but sadly for her, it only turned me on, watching her try to catch her breath, her breath hitched, her face red and eyes teary, it was a beautiful sight to behold. But too bad she's not enjoying it.

I removed my hand from her head making her remove her mouth from my dick and gasp for air.

"What the fuck Von" she exclaimed, her hand on her naked chest as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes were glaring at me now.

"You weren't doing it right" I shrugged before getting out of bed, why the fuck is she complaining, she followed me home last night and I specifically told her, I don't do gentle loving, so what did she expect when she takes my dick..MY DICK in her mouth trying to pleasure me and doesn't even do it properly, am I supposed to sit there and let her waste my time?.

And it wasn't like I went gentle with her yesterday night. And the marks on her body shows it, I had asked for consent and she gave it to me, I told her I was a dominant and in her words...

"I've never been with someone into that life style before, but I guess we can try" she replied back to me yesterday when I had told her about my life style.

She's lucky I didn't take her to the room, pretty sure she would have been scared off.

I stumbled my naked self to the bathroom, my head pounding from the hangover. I splashed some water on my face, trying to shake off the lingering fogginess. Why did I drink so much? And why did I bring her back here?,

As I brushed my teeth, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked like crap. Dark circles under my eyes.

I walked over to the shower and turned it on, ready to shower when i heard the bathroom door open and I knew just who was about to enter, and I wasn't too happy about it because for three things.

1) she already pissed me the fuck off a few minutes ago

2) I don't like people showering with me, unless they want to lose their ability to walk out of that bathroom.

3) and most importantly, WHY IS SHE STILL HERE.

I let out a frustrated groan when I saw her walk towards the shower, her naked body swaying left to right as she tried to walk seductively.

She's one beautiful woman, I won't lie, but it's a shame she's not what I'm looking for.

You see I'm a dominant, and a little bit on the Sadistic side, I like to dominate my partner, I want them to give me full ownership of their body, you know trust me with their body, heart and soul. I want them to only get pleasure from my hands, mouth and dick, I don't want them knowing what the touch of another man feels like. I want their body to know, memorize my touch, I want them and their body to crave my touch.

I've slept with my fair share of men and women and I've still not found the one who my body and heart craves for. And it gets frustrating honestly.

I gave her a straight face as I watched her try to come near me.