Chapter 4 RED ROOM (II)

CORINNA

The collar tightened around his neck with a snap.

He guided my shaky fingers to the chain and lowered himself to his knees. His amber eyes seemed even more sinful against the background of the red lights in this room. He had dimmed them at my request.

But I was still too nervous to take off my clothes.

“Close your eyes and lean back. Remember what I told you, communicate.”

Right. But how could I do that when a lump was forming in my throat?

“Do you want me to?”

I leaned on my elbows.

“T-To what?”

“Do this…”

My heels clattered to the ground in a second, my dress unhooked in a millisecond. My eyes went wide, all it took was a single pull and I would be rendered bare before his eyes.

“Wait. Wait, please…”

What was wrong with you Corinna, enjoy this. Your thighs are even vibrating already.

Release your inner whore.

“I thought we're going to engage in some sort of foreplay first? I don’t think I'm fully…”

“Wet yet?”

My cheeks flushed.

“I wanted to say unlubricated.”

A dimple I didn't notice popped up on his right cheek. His voice had dropped an octave and his arms reached for my knees.

That was when it hit me.

He was kneeling between my legs, he was spreading my thighs, he was reaching for my dress. He was going to…

I snapped my thighs shut and leaned against the headboard. The expression on my face was of pure horrification. He was going to put his mouth there… on my lady bits. I didn't prepare for this, I didn't even use my coconut thigh cream.

“I can see the gears turning in your head.”

He stood up, dusting his palms and leaning against the bed’s pillar post. I searched his eyes nervously for any sign of frustration or irritation which any person would've had from how many times I had chickened out and stuttered, but Zoltan didn't seem cross. He just seemed amused.

“I’m really sorry, I don't know what is wrong with me.”

He shrugged.

“I don't think anything is wrong with you. But you appear to keep thinking that. There's only one person holding you back right now, and that person is you.” He grabbed his shirt. “Perhaps, I should've let you leave the first time you wanted to.”

He reached for his shirt.

And something in me broke away.

I came here for a reason.

I thought about the mirror. The woman in it who couldn't remember the last time she felt awake. I thought about Grant's mocking voice and twenty two years of living a life that felt more robotic than lived.

"Wait."

I got off the bed, reached out and took the shirt from his hand. I let it fall to the ground.

Then I reached behind me and swatted off my dress from my shoulders. It fell to my ankles and I stepped out of the heap standing there in nothing but matching black lace.

Reaching backwards I took out the hairpin from my bun and released it down my shoulders in chestnut ringlets. With one last inhale, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him.

I looked up.

"I'll take the lead," I said.

I reached up and took his hand. Guiding it slowly into my hair and tightening his fist around a few strands.

His fingers flexed and caressed my scalp.

"There she is." he murmured.

His bulge was prominent, way prominent that I had even noticed. His spandex was tight and it held his glutes. My fingers itched to do something that Grant had never allowed. To feel those soft buns twitch against my finger pads.

I hooked them into his waistband, and in one clean drop I freed his appendage from its confines. It slapped me across the face, hot and heavy, a clear bead of precum leaving a trail down my cheek.

A tempered groan left his lips when I guided my hand around his length. It throbbed in my hand quietly, twitching with the rhythm of his pelvis.

“Are you going to stare at it all night?” He teased, fisting a few strands of my hair.

“No.” I blew on the engorged head and watched it send down another bead of pre-cum. “I'm going to taste it.”

“Fuck!”

His fist dug into my scalp as I forced his cock down my throat. This sudden hunger had enveloped me, sweating my thighs and hardening my nipples. I hadn't even noticed when my left hand lowered to my slit in slow stiff caresses.

“Corinna….”

I relished in the widening of his irises and tightened my throat in response. Until my lips stretched obscenely around his girth and my nose was buried in his musky-pubes… I wasn't planning on stopping.

“Say my name again,” I choked. Tears free-flowing from my eyes. “Say it again.”

He chuckled.

“Corinna.”

Then groaned. Then withdrew his hips and pistoned my mouth like someone searching for a note he had forgotten.

“Like… this?”

I reached behind my parted thighs and gingerly tugged on his collar, bringing his head between them. The moment Zoltan’s tongue made contact with my swollen clit, I bucked.

A whimper left me, a needy whimper that he very well heard and responded to with vigor.

“Mmf..your tongue… ah, so good…”

He rounded his lips into a suction and tugged on my clit. Don't even get me started on the way his tongue was teasing my hole, probing, testing… but not doing what I wanted, entering.

I had his leaking cock down my throat but each lick and slide of his tongue against my heated bundle of nerves distracted me. I could only sit there, arched against him. Laces on the floor, and saliva dripping down the corner of my lips as he grunted into my folds.

“Oh shit…I-I can't take it anymore. The foreplay…I…I'm going to… I want to cum on..”

“...On my cock?”

He pulled on my hair and dragged his tongue across my hole.

My eyes rolled back.

“Y-Yes, Yes Zoltan, I want… I want that young cock.” I bit my lip, I don't know why I said that, It was like he was converting me to this fire-breathing cougar I didn't recognize.

Another laugh escaped him.

“You're such a milf.”

I came.

I came in a rush of juices squirting down his face, my whole body trembling like I had just been tasered. Mortified, I twisted and tried to get off, but his arms locked my legs in place, he was nibbling, licking, feeding on every drop, not hesitating to make me an aching, quivering mess.

“Grab the handcuffs and fasten them to the headboard.

” His next command came. A string of gibberish left my mouth in response.

“You've taken this cock. I think it's time you feel it.”