Dance of Devils (Darkest Dance #4)

by Jagger Cole

“Now crawl to me.”

“Yes, sir.”

He just nods and mouths “good girl” before barking into the phone.

“Take it out, babygirl,” he purrs. “Take it out so I can feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

What. The. Fuck. My jaw drops as I just stare at him. He’s fucking massive. Enormously so. Like where-do-you-hide-the-bodies. It is, without question, the largest cock I’ve ever seen in my life, including porn. Big dick energy.

“Use my mouth, sir,”

“Fuck my lips.”

“Open.”

“Show me,” he mutters, his eyes blazing with black fire. “Play with that messy, greedy little cunt while I fuck your pretty mouth, babygirl.”

With a choked groan deep in his chest, Kir shoves his cock into the very back of my throat. And then, he starts to come. Explosively.

I moan when I feel the first jet of hot cum spray across my tongue. I swallow it just as a second rope fills my mouth. Then a third, and a fourth. Holy fuck. He just keeps coming. No matter how quickly I swallow it, more and more cum gushes into my mouth, until it’s dripping down his shaft and my chin, and coating my lips.

“Did my babygirl make a fucking mess of her panties sucking my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes, sir…”

“We can’t have that, can we.”

With a single sweep of his arm, he clears his desk, drapes me across it with my legs hanging off the edge, and yanks off my panties. I cry out when he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue snaking around my clit as he sucks it between his lips. Two thick fingers curl into me, fuck...

“How was that,”

“Very good,”

“That was way too fuck...

I try to tell myself that I need to slow down. That the last fucking thing Brooklyn needs is yet another man lusting after her and gazing at her with eyes that scream “swallow my cock”. But all that goes to shit whenever she even looks at me.

Case. In. Point. Last I remember, I was sitting at my desk. Then Brooklyn walked in after getting home from rehearsal. I forget everything after that because apparently all I can do when this girl comes into a room is stare at her.

“Senior moment?”

“Careful, babygirl.”

She grins impishly. “Did you hear anythin...

“I lost the plot when you walked in...

“That’s my girl.”

Goddammit. That sharp defiance in her is unreasonably attractive, and I’m a fucking sucker for it.

“I hope I don’t have to ask if you know the choreography already.”

“What is this, amateur hour? Yeah,” she smiles. “I know it.”

“Dance for me...

“Overlook the fact that you came in my mouth yesterday.”

“Ooh, I think I just made you blush.”

“Keep it up and I’ll make that ass blush with this hand,”

“Good girl.”

“I’m going to blindfold you.”

“Do you trust me, little sinner?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to be completely and utterly in charge. I’m going to push you without holding back, Brooklyn. I’m going to tie you up.”

“I’m going to hurt you, too. Not in a bad way,” he growls. “In a way that’s going to make you come alive.”

“If it ever becomes too much,” he says, his voice low, “you’ll say a specific word, and we will stop, no questions asked, no judgement. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now choose your safe word, the one you can utter and I’ll stop immediately. Don't choose anything vague like 'stop' or 'please', make it something very specific that you would never say in this situation. Even though I’m the one tying you up and dominating you, you are in control here, Brooklyn...

“Yes,...

“Arabesque. Arabesque is...

“Good. Remembe...

“Remember your safe word, little sinner.”

“Spread your legs, little sinner.”

“Remember that safe word,”

“You look so beautiful,”

“All trussed up and spread open for me.”

“Remember your safe word, little sinner,”