Making Demands. Softly.

Marc was walking a knife’s edge with Sinead. If he pushed too hard, she would baulk and the game would end. If he pushed too little she would try to grab the upper hand again and the game would change. She was stubborn, and fiery, and God was she gorgeous. She was like a sleek redheaded nymph, a wild thing that he should have found out in the forests somewhere.

Sinead’s breasts were small, and he had become very used to the natural expanse of breasts that Felicity offered him to play with, but Sinead was something new and different. He didn’t mind at all that they were small, and he took particular delight in how well they were formed. No over-sagging or floppiness. They were high and just slightly plump, with soft pink areolas and nipples that looked almost like pastel candy. Her body was tight and toned, her legs were long and sleek without being too thin, and her ass…

He didn’t have plans for her ass at the moment, but he wished he did.

Sinead slunk towards him like a cat on all fours, though a timid one rather than the confident tigress that Felicity posed when she did the same. Her ass still wove side to side, though, and her small tits hung a little between her legs. Most of all she looked at him with a fierce defiance to mask her nervousness.

“Lovely, Detective,” Marc said, freely switching between what he called her to keep her off balance. Reminding her of her position pushed her buttons. Using her name pushed other buttons, assuming a closeness between them. She had reached him in his chair. “Now, kneel again.”

She assumed the position he’d shown her, only taking a moment to fix her posture before she looked up at him.

“Very nice, Sinead,” he said. “You look delectable. Now I want you to be Ready. First, you need to spread your knees wider.” She did it, exposing the front of her cunt and her close-cropped little shock of ginger pubes, but not enough. He used his foot to put pressure just on the inside of her knee and she spread them further until she was in a proper position. “Excellent. Now put your hands on the ground in front of you between your legs.” She did, which made her lean forward towards Marc more, her tits pressed just slightly between her upper arms and making them more prominent. “Good. And finally look up at me, just like that, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Sinead hesitated at that last part, but did it.

“This is what it means to be Ready,” Marc said. Different sexual partners had different variations of the positions that a submissive partner would take. Some called them **** poses, or BDSM poses. Marc was a little more simple, especially after he and Felicity had developed their own repertoire and shorthand. “What do you think you’re ready for?”

Sinead raised a sarcastic eyebrow. “I’m going to assume your cock?”

“Hmm, yes, but no,” Marc said. “It means you’re ready to service someone. That could be a cock, yes, but could also be a cunt. Your ass is also nicely displayed, so it wouldn’t even necessarily need to be your mouth that you’re using to provide the service. In this case, though, yes. You are going to be servicing my cock. Are you ready for that?”

Sinead obviously didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Detective,” Marc repeated himself, a little more sternly. “Are you ready to service my cock?”

“I am,” she said and then licked her lips.

Marc sat forward on the seat, bringing his ass to the edge of the cushion and his cock to within inches of her. “Then, Detective, I would like for you to service my cock with your mouth. We have… about forty-two minutes left, so you can take your time.”

Sinead hesitated, obviously conflicted about the scenario. The way her nipples were hard and her areolas were slightly crinkled, and the way she kept licking her lips, said she was turned on but her brain was telling her she shouldn’t be. She took a breath, then leaned forward and gently took the tip of Marc’s cock into her mouth.

“You may use your hands, Sinead,” Marc said.

One hand came up and soon she was cautiously exploring. Marc realized very quickly that Sinead had likely never been with a man who still retained his foreskin, and she took her time exploring the extra skin with her lips and tongue, and pulling it back to reveal the head of his cock. Marc didn’t mind at all, as the light teasing was pleasurable and he slowly grew to full size and hardness.

Then, once she’d figured out the mechanics, she started to properly blow him, taking his head between her lips and applying down suction and a little bit of tongue as she squeezed his shaft with one hand. Marc gave her a minute of doing that before he scoffed.

She looked up at him for the first time since she’d touched his cock with her lips, clearly confused.

“Detective, if this is how you blew your ex-husband, I can see why you two split up,” Marc said. “I had a better blowjob from my first girlfriend in high school.”

It was a risk, pushing her like that, but the fire in her eyes as she shifted her grip a little on his cock and deliberately took him into her mouth and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock head told him he’d pushed it properly. Her suction became stronger, and her tongue worked harder. She stroked his cock as she sucked him in.

And most importantly, her eyes would dart up to his, checking his reaction. Opening the lines of communication.

Marc groaned and nodded, looking down into her green eyes. “Better, Sinead,” he said. “Now worship my cock.”

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