Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)

Chapter 40

I paused again and let everything I was telling him sink in. My eyes traveled to his cock and I noticed a

string of pre-cum from the slit in the head of his penis down to the pool that had formed on his stomach.

"You're making quite a mess down there."

He looked down at his penis. "Yes, Ma'am." He wore a look of embarrassment on his face. He seemed

disappointed at himself. That was the reaction I wanted.

I sat on the bed beside him and ran two fingers through the pool of pre-cum, collecting most of it. I

examined the clear shiny liquid on the tips of my fingers.

"Look at me." His eyes met mine.

I made a loud, pronounced slurping sound as I licked his pre-cum off my fingers. I always loved the

way his cum tasted and I had swallowed countless loads of it.

His mouth dropped open as he watched me. I looked into his eyes as a wicked thought entered my

mind.

"It's rude of me not to share, isn't it?"

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I reached down, grasped his cock, gave it a slow, hard pull, and watched as more of his pre-cum

dribbled onto his stomach. I ran my fingers through the pool again, collecting more of his seminal fluid,

and then held them up to his mouth. He knew what I wanted, yet there were a few seconds of

hesitation, and I looked sternly into his eyes.

"What you do in the next few seconds will determine how the rest of this evening will go."

He took a deep breath and hungrily sucked my fingers into his mouth, cleaning his pre-cum from them.

I smiled. It was what I wanted. To sexually humiliate him, to make him submit to my nasty orders.

"Good boy. I think you deserve a reward for your obedience, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he quickly responded after swallowing the last of his pre-cum.

I took one of my large 36DD breasts in my hand and leaned forward, guiding my erect nipple into his

mouth, and he immediately began sucking it hard.

"Easy ... take your time ... you have all night."

He eased up and began rolling my nipple around in his mouth, which caused me to let out a little moan.

After a few moments, I leaned back and my nipple popped out of his mouth.

'Good boy ... now the other."

He immediately took my other nipple into his mouth and gave it the same luxurious treatment. He had

always loved my big breasts, which were still very firm despite their size. This was so much better than

any of our normal nights when foreplay consisted of a nipple twist or tongue flick. He was worshiping

them now, just the way I wanted. After about a minute, I withdrew the erect nipple from his mouth and

stood up.

"Do you think you've earned the right to taste my pussy?"

"Oh, yes, please, Ma'am, please," he whimpered.

"I think you can beg better than that."

"Please, Ma'am, please let me taste your hot, wet pussy."

In all honesty, I wanted to feel his mouth on me probably more than he wanted to do it. My thong was

completely soaked through and my juices were beginning to run down the inside of my thighs. I was

certain I'd never been this wet before in my entire life.

I made a real show of slowly sliding the soaked thong down my thighs before stepping out of it, even

though it was a bit of a challenge getting it over the boots. My pussy was a sticky, soaked mess and I

was almost certain that my aromatic bouquet could be smelled at our front door. I moved to the foot of

our bed.

"Get your tongue out of your mouth."

He complied, extending his tongue as far out as he could. Facing away from him, I lowered myself onto

his waiting mouth. Almost immediately, it felt as if lightning bolts were shooting through my body.

He was moving his tongue up and down my slit, then inside me, then back out, over and over. I felt him

move beneath me, pulling against his restraints as I applied more pressure to his face. It felt as if his

mouth and tongue were simultaneously all over my vagina, even though I knew that was impossible.

I tried to hold back my orgasm, but it was an exercise in futility. His tongue kept brushing over my clit as

it slid through my lips and then inside me and I released, shaking violently on top of him.

Once I was able to regain my senses, I stood up and broke contact with his mouth. I wanted to wait a

minute or so because my clit always gets incredibly sensitive after an orgasm.

God, I felt so powerful. In the past, it was always him giving me oral sex. This was something so

completely and totally different. This time, it was me fucking his face. Using him, humiliating him, using

his mouth to pleasure myself, to get myself off. It was such a heady, erotic feeling.

I looked down, and his face and the top of his hairline were completely covered in my juices. Such a

shameful sight. I have completely humiliated him, I smiled.

"Just keep your tongue out this time, and don't move it. Do you understand?"

He was still gasping, trying to catch his breath. I guess there were times when he wasn't getting much

oxygen. I made a mental note to watch that.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said between deep inhales and exhales.

Again, I lowered myself onto his face and his tongue went inside me. I moved slowly up and down and

felt him lick the walls of my vagina before moving back out so he could get a couple of breaths of air. I

moved my pussy around so his tongue was exactly where I wanted it; inside my vagina, then over my

lips, then to my clit. It was like having a human dildo pleasuring me.

Every now and then his tongue went back into his mouth. On the third time, I pulled his hair hard. "Get

that fuckin' tongue out," I screeched.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I'm sorry ..." he said between muffled gasps of breath.

I scooted forward just enough that his mouth was running over my asshole, and after my vaginal

secretions and his saliva had me sufficiently lubed, I worked his tongue in and out of my asshole as

well. Nigga needs to taste my shit, I smiled. Such a disgrace. What a pity. He felt disgusted but I didn't

care, I enjoyed humiliating him.

His tongue had firmly drilled deep into my bottom when I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit,

which caused me to release for the second time.

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I wasn't sure how long it had been. Two hours? Maybe even three that I had been pleasuring myself on

my husband's face. I came so many times I had long ago lost count. What I did know was that I was

close to exhaustion.

After my last orgasm, I wobbled over to the chair next to our bed and got off my now-unsteady feet. My

pussy hair was a tangled, matted mess, and the secretions from my vagina had run down the inside of

my thighs and had nearly reached my knees. My pussy and ass felt like they would take a month to

recover and my entire body was sore due to the almost non-stop orgasms.

I looked over at Kol, who was still restrained to the bed. His face was beet red and he was trying to

catch his breath. His face and hair were totally soaked and he looked like a mess. He was also moving

his jaw back and forth in an attempt to loosen it. He'd gone down on me quite a bit in the past, but we'd

never had a marathon session like this.

He looked so beat, so broken, so totally vulnerable and used. At that moment, he looked perfect to me.

My eyes traveled down to his penis. He was still hard and there was an almost bluish tint to his cock

and balls.

I thought that a true Domme might leave him tied up and not give him relief. However, I wasn't quite at

that level yet and I couldn't be that cruel. He had done very well for our first session and I needed to

reward him. But first, I had to get back into character.

I stood up from the chair. "Look at me."

His eyes tiredly met mine. "Yes, Ma'am," he responded.

"Do you think you've earned the privilege of having your cock inside me?"