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The topless waitress nodded, flashed one final flirtatious smile in my direction, then turned away.

“Zara,” Merrick called out, stopping her.

“Yes, Sir?” she answered, facing him.

“I’ve noticed you watching my sub since she entered. Is there any reason for that?”

Zara smiled provocatively. “I think she is gorgeous, that’s all.”

Merrick observed me intently. “Indeed, she is. Tell me, Zara, what would you like to see her do?”

Zara’s eyes heated almost instantly, and she licked her lips as if she had an extensive list of desires to consider. Which made me wonder… how far could this go?

Zara finally answered. “I’ve had a long day. It would be nice to sit back and watch her eat my pussy.”

My eyes widened with surprise, but Merrick’s eyes narrowed with mischief, and I knew in that instant his answer was going to be yes.

Zara’s request was exactly the type of answer he wanted because it was daring and way out of character for me.

“I think,” Merrick said, not taking his eyes off me. “My little slut would love to get you off. Wouldn’t you?” he asked, directing the question to me.

Merrick was the only man who could use derogatory names, and it ignited a pleasurable reaction within me. I never understood how that was possible because, prior to him, name-calling never appealed to me.

With Merrick, I not only craved this dynamic but actively encouraged it to the point where he no longer used my name during our scenes, which I preferred.

My goal was to be used, fucked, and ripped apart, so the more explicit the language, the better.
Which was why, without a second thought, I licked my lips and replied, “I would love to eat her pussy, Sir.”

Zara smiled and adjusted the tray she balanced from one side to the other. “In that case,” she said. “I’ll drop off these glasses, clock out, and be right back.”

“Meet us over on the couch,” Merrick stated before she left.

I was surprised at how calm and open I felt. Going down on a woman was not on my list of fantasies, yet allowing my Dom to dictate my actions was.

Merrick turned his attention to me, offering his hand. “Let’s go.”

Rising to my feet, he guided me down the two steps leading to the lounge’s more casual area. The space was covered in soft carpeting, sporadically spaced coffee tables, and three incredibly spacious couches.

Merrick was leading us toward the one in the center. The closer I got to it, the larger the couch seemed to become. It must have been custom-made because it stretched at least 15 feet.

Seeing the massive piece of furniture reminded me of what I was about to undertake, and my hand stiffened in his. I suddenly realized that just because I was willing to do this, it didn’t mean I knew how to.

I always enjoyed receiving oral, which was no surprise because my husband was talented. He not only knew what would bring me to orgasm, he knew how to control how fast I reached it. The man was an oral genius, possessing skills that always left me satisfied.

Nevertheless, I imagine that took years of practice. How was I supposed to give even a sliver of that level of blissfulness to someone else when I had no idea what I was doing?

“Nervous?” Merrick asked, stopping in front of the large, inviting couch and turning to me.

“No, Sir,” I said with a straight face.

Technically, I wasn’t lying. Nervous was not the word for what I was; unprepared was more fitting.

Merrick sat, pulled me down onto his lap, and kissed me long, deep, and passionately. I leaned in closer, my nipples brushing up against his chest and my hands sliding beneath his shirt to glide my fingers over the muscles on his stomach.

“I sensed apprehension in you earlier,” he whispered, his magnificent touch still doing a number on my pulsating body. “Why?”

I blinked several times, trying to comprehend his question. In order to do so, I needed to return from cloud nine, which proved to be difficult since he was now sliding a hand between my legs, his thumb finding and massaging my clit.

“What was…” I swallowed and tried again. “What was the question?”

In lieu of words, Merrick tightened his grip on my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to stare up into his eyes. His sudden roughness turned me on, and since his lips were mere inches from mine, I stuck out my tongue and glided it across his lower lip.

Merrick’s eyes widened. I’d caught him off guard. Good.

With a devious smirk, he pulled my hair tighter, forcing a sharp squeal from me. It hurt, but it was so worth it.

“You’re such a nasty girl,” he said appreciatively. “And the question was, why did you seem apprehensive?”

He didn’t loosen his grip on my hair. Nor did he stop the sensual way he dragged his thumb repeatedly over my sensitive clit, which is why my reply spilled out in a breathless confession.

“Because I don’t know… how to… go down on her. I…I want to make sure I do it right.”

I was drowning in the fierce mix of pain and pleasure, and my Dom was enjoying every minute of it.

Finally, he released my hair, but kept working his magic in my nether regions. “That’s easy. Just follow my lead,” he instructed.

“How?” I asked, confused, barely able to get the word out as my eyes closed again.

Merrick didn’t answer, and I became absorbed by the eroticism as I pressed my pussy firmly against his hand, yearning to reach that elusive release.

“Stop,” Merrick ordered, his voice sharp, freezing me instantly. My eyes popped open, and when they met his, he said, “If you climax even once during this exchange, I will punish you so severely it will haunt you in your dreams. Your job is to be used, so focus all your energy on getting her to orgasm.”

“I understand. I can do that,” I responded with ease.

Merrick arched a brow. “Keeping yourself from cumming may not be as easy as you think,” he challenged.

Apparently, he knew something I didn’t, but I brushed it off, assuring him I would be fine. Going down on Zara wouldn’t get me so hot and bothered that I couldn’t control myself.

Merrick tilted my chin upward. “If you’re a good little whore and she enjoys it, I’ll let you suck my dick as your reward.”

Mmm, that was the licentiousness I loved.

In response, I wrapped my arms around his neck and said seductively. “You are so good to me.”

Just then, Zara arrived. She’d abandoned the skirt she wore, and since she was already topless to begin with, she was now completely naked.

“Don’t start the party without me,” she announced with a naughty grin.

Merrick nodded toward the edge of the couch. “Sit on the couch arm, and spread your legs,” he instructed her.

Once she did, he gave me one last kiss and said, “Now, you do her, while I do you.”

Dammit!

No wonder he said it wouldn’t be easy to hold back; he never planned to play fair.

Merrick stretched out on the couch, face up, and directed me to shift forward on my knees until my pussy hovered over his mouth.

We were spaced out in a way that all I had to do was lean forward, and things could get started.

However, I didn’t move. Instead, I looked up at Zara’s pretty face, suddenly unsure if I could do this, especially without orgasming myself.

Merrick put an end to my hesitation by placing a hand on the back of my neck, then pulling me down until my face was positioned between Zara’s thighs.

I didn’t need words to know that his interference was meant as an order, not a suggestion. Therefore, this time, I didn’t stall as I made the first slow lick over her pussy.

Zara was freshly waxed, and there was no taste or smell, which would definitely make this easier.

“Make sure she enjoys it,” I thought to myself, replaying Merrick’s words.

Feeling more emboldened, I pushed forward with soft kisses and short teasing licks as I tried to uncover what she liked, using my own preferences as a baseline.

Seconds later, Merrick joined in, locking his arms around my thighs, pulling me down onto his face.

The feel of his tongue’s slow drag across my center awakened something in me, and this time when I licked Zara’s pussy, it was more engaging and sensual, mirroring what Merrick was doing to me.

Her taste hadn’t changed, but already I could tell she was wet and getting wetter as I repeated the motion again… and then again.

I was warming up. My shoulders had loosened, and I relaxed my palms against either side of her inner thighs, holding her legs apart while I licked from the bottom of her pussy all the way up and then in reverse.

“Yes,” Zara whispered.

Her voice was soft and encouraging, sparking something new and unhinged within me.

Merrick took his time down below. He swirled his tongue around my pussy, exploring every inch, tracing the softness of my skin, before working his way upwards to tease and gently suck on my clit.

I did something similar to Zara. But instead of swirling my tongue, I flicked it over her clit a few times before finally taking it into my mouth.

This time, she gripped the arm of the couch and arched her back as her sounds of enjoyment intensified. In response, I sucked harder, savoring her taste and swallowing her wetness as I focused on her reactions.

Merrick pushed me up slightly off his face. I felt him spit on my pussy and then immediately use his tongue to spread it all over, and I moaned.

With one hand, he squeezed my ass and used the other to spread me wider, teasing and lapping at my most sensitive spot.

I mimicked Merrick’s tongue technique on Zara by pausing to run my thumb over her swollen center before tasting her again, keeping my licks firm and precise.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” Zara sighed.

And, weirdly, I got excited. 

The compliment was an ego boost for sure, and when Merrick stopped to say, “That’s a good whore, let her cum in your mouth, so I can unload in it next.” My pussy throbbed so hard I almost came.

Wanting to please him through her, I started eating Zara’s pussy like my life depended on it. Mentally patting myself on the back at every sigh, curse or squeal that escaped her lips.

Suddenly, Zara got so lost in pleasure that her hands slid into my hair and she began to move against my face.

Still following Merrick’s lead, I flattened my tongue and rotated it up, down, and side to side at various speeds. The sensation felt so good from him doing it to me that I whimpered into her pussy.

And that’s when Merrick stopped playing fair. He picked up the pace and put all his concentration into driving me wild by delving deeper, sucking harder, and flicking his tongue so quickly that I gasped.

The sudden intake of air from my mouth against Zara’s clit caused her to cry out in pleasure.

“That’s it,” she moaned breathlessly. “Right there.”

Merrick told me I wasn’t allowed to cum at all, but that was proving difficult. I tried to shift off of him, but he’d locked his hands so tight around my thighs it hurt. 

The only way to ease the pressure on his grip was to grind my pussy faster against his mouth, which felt ridiculously amazing.

I assume it was exactly what he wanted because he pulled away for a brief second and practically growled, “Yeah, keep doing that shit,” before diving back in and unraveling my world.

How in the hell was I supposed to mimic those moves on Zara? How could I refrain from exploding into his mouth?

The man possessed an abundance of talent and an overwhelming level of technique. My thighs quivered as he effortlessly brought me closer and closer to the edge by sucking my clit into his mouth, only to slowly release it, then do it all over again. It felt like he was making love to it.

I cried out, my chest heaving, my brain scrambling as I grasped for control, finding nothing solid to hold onto. I fought to calm myself, but nothing was working. He was wearing me down with a steady, deliberate intensity, destroying every defense I tried to gather, and I was having trouble holding back.

Without thinking, I reached down, placed my hand on his shoulder, and pushed hard, trying to break his hold. I realized it was a mistake the instant I did it, as it violated a crucial rule of his: Do not resist.

What I’d just done suggested I was attempting to take control from my Dom, which was absolutely unacceptable.

Within this dynamic, my body was his, and he had the right to do what he saw fit. Even if in this moment what he saw fit was to force me to orgasm, only to punish me for not being able to keep it together.

Merrick responded instantly by seizing my wrist, twisting my arm behind my back, and holding it firmly in place. His grip felt like an iron vice, but it didn’t hurt, and it wasn’t meant to.

The entire point was to strip me of any illusion of control, to remind me how powerless I truly was under his authority. All I could do was take it. Forced to endure the tongue-lashing Merrick unleashed upon me, while he held me exactly where he wanted me. My only option was to submit.

Unable to withstand the waves of pleasure, I had to stop what I was doing to Zara to catch my breath because Merrick was aiming to give me a heart attack.

It was too much. It felt too damn good. 

My toes curled, my fingers dug into Zara’s thighs, and I cried out with a weak plea, begging him, “Sir, please… just… give me… a second.”

He ignored me, and if possible, made it feel even better. The man had no mercy.

“Get back on your job!” Merrick snapped before continuing to eat my pussy like a starving man.

My body tensed as I tried to ignore what he was doing and avoid my impending climax. Leaning forward, one arm still held hostage behind my back, I placed my free hand against the couch and started eating Zara out again.

I attempted to distract myself with thoughts unrelated to the incredible sensation of Merrick sliding his tongue into me, but I was failing miserably.

Meanwhile, all my whimpering and moaning against Zara’s pussy had made her so wet I had to swallow faster. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before she was sighing in ecstasy as loudly as I was.

“I’m getting close,” she screamed. “Don’t stop. I want to cum in your mouth.”

I obeyed, knowing that making sure she finished would please Merrick and hopefully, maybe, he would let me cum too.

What happened next occurred at lightning speed…


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