Marcus has to put his tongue to work

Kriss reared up suddenly, sending the limp Marcus sprawling back across her bed with a squeal of shock. She turned on him, her eyes flashing. Before he could fall, a vicious tug of the leash around his neck choked off his breath and yanked him back forward into her, his face falling right into her boobs. She clicked her teeth as he gasped for air, pulling him away from her. Wrapping the lead around one hand, she used it to hold his head right there in front of her, just tight enough that the leather pressed uncomfortably into the skin of his throat. The other darted back, then swung fast, slapping the young prince across the cheek. The stinging pain of the blow was bad enough as his head swung to one side, but even worse was the way that moment of warm relief he'd felt withered in an instant, replaced by a cold panic clawing at his throat. He stared up at her sneering face, still panting for air as the leash pressed uncomfortably into his neck. He thought he'd done well and pleased her? Why was she hitting him now? It almost felt worse than when she'd beaten him with that horrid strap!

"Don't you dare forget what you are, ****." Kriss snapped. "Your job here is to pleasure me, and that doesn't stop just because you've spurted your little dick inside my cunt. Or should I tie you to my bench and get out the cane again?"

"No Mistress, please!" Marcus gasped, the vicious aching of his bruised butt returning with a vengeance at the mere mention of that awful bench. Tears of panic filled his eyes. This was even worse than when she'd just been mean. He couldn't figure out what he'd done wrong, and that left him utterly frantic to make it right and stop her punishing him again! "I'll be good!" He pleaded desperately. "I'll do whatever you want!"

"Then stop being a lazy little shit!" She snarled, slapping him again across the other cheek this time. The young prince yelped in pain, his skin burning where her palm had struck him. "All you should be focused on is pleasing your Mistress, and I'm nowhere near satisfied yet. You're going to bend over, stick your tongue in my cunt, then lick out every drop of your pathetic cum. And don't you dare stop once that's done either. You keep licking until I tell you otherwise!"

She yanked the lead down suddenly, pulling Marcus right off balance again. He fell on the bed on his belly, trembling with fright. Her angry orders flashed through his mind, and with them the cold terror of the cane slashing across his poor, bruised butt. His terrified gaze flickered up and saw she'd spread her muscled legs wide, showing off her pussy. It was just as wet, glistening and swollen, but he could see pearly drops of his own cum clinging to the plump lips. Even through the panic, just the sight made his soft dick stiffen up again, arousal fluttering through his terrified mind. It felt so unnatural, being so scared of her yet utterly unable to control his body's reactions all the same.

The young prince didn't dare hesitate any longer after all her threats. He squirmed forward on his belly, awkwardly planting his head between her thighs. His tongue was already out and licking away at her pussy before he could think about what he was doing. As he tasted her juices mixed with the sharper flavor of his cum clinging to her skin he felt another hot shudder run down his spine. His dick was so hard already, aching away against the bed underneath him. He knew he should be shocked and disgusted to be licking up and swallowing his own cum like this, but through this needy haze he could hardly even think that way. Both fear and arousal demanded he do as Kriss wanted, and he hurriedly thrust his tongue inside her clenching slit, finding even more of his cum there.

His tongue was moving frantically, trying to find every bitter drop and lick it away. He wasn't sure if he was so **** because he knew she'd punish him horribly if he messed up again, or if he really did want to taste more of his cum. It was all so confused in his head now. Her sudden change from almost kind to vicious and scary had him so off balance he just wanted to fix things somehow, but even that frantic desire was mixed up with arousal, fear and everything else rushing through his mind. All he could do was obey her, and when he thrust his tiring tongue as deep as he could and found no more cum left, a hoarse moan of mixed pleasure and relief escaped his trembling lips. Only he couldn't stop yet, no matter that his jaw was aching!

"Don't you dare slow down!" She snarled above him. Forcing his tired muscles to move again, Marcus pressed his face into her pelvis, licking everywhere he could. Just like he'd done with the girls earlier, he tried to focus on Kriss' reactions, his ears alert to every hot breath and muffled moan. He wanted to satisfy her so badly, so she'd go back to being nice. At the same time, his body ached with the need to please this strong, muscled woman sitting over him. When she groaned and shuddered as his tongue explored her hot, clenching pussy he felt an answering pleasure in his own throbbing dick. His balls tightened too, and he started to wonder if he could spurt again just from licking her like this. The fear of punishment was fading away as he frantically worked his tired jaw. Remembering what she'd told him about Tania's clit, he nuzzled deeper, searching for that nub of flesh. His trembling lips found it, and when a strangled moan of hoarse delight filled his ears he knew this was exactly what he needed to please her. "Use your fucking tongue or I swear I'll beat you raw!" She gasped hotly. In response, he licked hurriedly at her clit, fluttering his tongue over the nub. Her thighs trembled, then squeezed in, trapping his head right where it was against her pussy.

Marcus squealed as he felt her muscled legs pressing against his skull, leaving him even more helpless to do anything but please this scary, demanding woman who'd kidnapped him and beaten his butt raw. None of that mattered anymore, only her pleasure did, and the aching need inside his trembling body to edge her to climax. He knew he was close, the way her legs trembled and her hot, hungry breaths rang in his ears. Forcing his aching tongue to move, he licked at her clit, circling it with rapid, fluttering motions. Her shrill gasp spurred him onwards, her pussy leaking even more juices out onto his lips and chin, until all he could smell was that musky scent. Suddenly she shrieked out, her legs squeezing in, pressing so tight against his skull he felt his head start to ache. Not even the shock of pain could make him stop now and he just kept licking her clit. Her pussy clenched and quivered against his mouth, hot and wet on his lips.

At last, she slumped back, and her legs fell open, shivering slightly on either side of his body. Gasping with relief at the easing pressure on his skull, Marcus drew back a little. He kept licking her though, slow, tender licks across her glistening flesh. It felt right somehow, after an orgasm, that she'd want him to be gentle. He knew his dick always got really sensitive after he came and for all he knew pussies were the same. As he lapped up more of her musky juices, her gasping breaths eased away, and he heard a low, satisfied purr rumble in the air above him.

"When we have you properly trained, pretty boy, you're going to be something special." She drawled above him. Somehow those words sent an answering pulse of heat through his wriggling body, making him moan softly. His tongue paused mid-lick, as his poor dick ached so hot for a moment he could hardly bear it. Did he like her saying those things? "I didn't say stop licking." She rapped her knuckles firmly on his forehead. With a frantic squeak, Marcus darted back in and started licking away, ignoring his aching jaw. That wasn't important right now, no matter how tired he got. Obeying Kriss and keeping her happy with him was.