At least she had the presence of mind to do that right. “We will do this every day without fail until you say the words.” He stared at the top of her head. The ebony silk was mussed but the rest of her looked just fine. Too fine. Pushing the flogger off the stool, he sat down and spread his knees wide. When he was sure she was paying attention to him, he patted the inside of his thigh. She didn’t move. He did it again and ordered, “Crawl to me, Jo. When I tap my thigh like this it means I want attention. I want your lips wrapped around my cock, sucking until I tell you to stop. No matter where we are or what you’re doing, you’ll see to my needs over every other.” This time when he patted his thigh, she came to him. On all fours. Hesitant almost. Nothing like how she slinked when she was playing his pet. But then, those were better times. Different circumstances. He flexed his hips forward and said, “Undo them. Go on.” Her hands shook and face flamed and it suddenly occurred to him that she’d never given him head before.
