Of course Diamond was there…

I looked down and saw her, perfectly made up, cleaned up from the ruined fucktoy of last night, into the frigid beauty I’d met at the door yesterday, but her lips were split on my cock, her entire being focused on bringing me pleasure.

My hand reached out, grasping her ass and prompting her to gasp, it was probably sore after her spankings, but her look at me had no pain in it, only lust.

“Am I doing a good job, sir?” she asked.

I smiled, then picked up my phone, flicking it on, the time was 6:02

Given how long I’d taken to open my eyes and grope her, that was reasonable. Of course, I didn’t have to be. Still, for now, I nodded. “Good girl.”

She shuddered and lowered her head back to my cock. “Do you remember the safe signals for when your mouth is full?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, licking around the head of my shaft.

My hand fell to the back of her head, controlling it. I didn’t fuck her face, not yet, merely guided her deeper and held her there. She didn’t struggle, instead her hands went between her legs as her tongue lapped at my shaft and her throat milked me.

With my new perk, I didn’t bother restraining myself, instead I came straight down her throat, but the Big Shot perk meant it was far more than she expected and as she pulled back when my hand fell from her head, more spurted over her face.

She instantly began to clean my cock, whimpering, her hands still between her legs, “Sir, can I cum?” she whimpered.

“No.”

“Sir, can I ask something?” she asked as I lay there, hands behind my head, considering what to do today. She kept licking my cock every so often.

“Of course.”

“This is embarrassing.”

“Well, then, let me make it simple. Tell me what is bothering you.”

Her eyes widened. “Yes, sir. Why does it feel so good to blow you?”

“Yellow.”

“What?” she froze in confusion. “You can safeword too?”

“Of course. Everything about this is mutual, Mrs. Jackson.”

“Diamond, pl--”

“No. Don’t make decisions like that while playing.”

“Okay, fine. Mr. Cain, why did you use the safeword?”

“Because, I need to know what you’re looking for here. Do you want to figure this out, or are you looking for a scene where I talk about how much better I am than your prior lovers, or question your experience with submission?”

She licked her lips as arousal fought curiosity. “I want to know.”

“Okay,” I didn’t pull away from her, she didn’t pull away from me. “I trust it won’t offend you if I say that it’s pretty clear that you have a lot of experience with oral sex?”

“No, I’m proud of my skills.”

“And you enjoy being good at things?”

“Of course, but I’ve been good at sucking dick for a long time, and its never felt like this.”

“So, what’s changed? I could claim it was that my dick’s just the best ever, but I doubt it’s about that. If you’re getting unusual pleasure out of something, it’s almost certainly about you.”

She nodded, thinking for a moment, then looked away from me. “I’ve never actually done this sort of ‘play’ before.”

“That would explain it. This sort of scene contains a lot of eroticization of the more mundane. Hence the focus on cleaning, cooking, all the more traditionally forms of service, and including sexual punishments, or rewards.”

She nodded against my thigh, “Right--I was certainly wet when cooking last night, and nervous and aroused when cleaning up last night and that’s not how I usually feel about chores…”

“The sexualization of submission is sort of the point, or at least a point and oral sex, especially if your partner takes control, combines a lot of forms of submission. Providing pleasure without receiving it, being controlled, being helpless, being literally below your partner. Your feeling pleasure from that is definitely what I’m going for.”

“And you’re definitely hitting that target! I understand now. Thank you, sir.”