Yes.

You keep talking until Rick's nudges your head to the side, then you watch as his hand pulls the waistband of his briefs down and secures it beneath his scrotum. "Don't put it in your mouth yet," he tells you. "Just lick it."

For a second, you're unsure if he's referring to his balls or his dick, and your delay earns you a hard smack on the ass. He was listening when you asked him if he'd spank you, and now you have your answer. After crying out in pain, you immediately begin to root around in the pliable skin of his ballsack. You had to make a snap decision, and that was what was closest to your mouth. It's quite large, and seems to be freshly shaven.

Minutes later, you're sill stinging from the blow, but Rick is now caressing the impacted area. Perhaps it's his way of saying sorry, or of letting you know that he's forgiven your lack of urgency, or perhaps he just can't keep his hands off of it. As you continue to work your tongue around his balls and the base of his shaft, his caresses become gropes once more. The size of his hand on your ass is making you feel small in comparison, and you imagine yourself in the grasp of something inhumanly large and dangerous. You must service its cock as if your very life depends on it, for who knows what such a beast might be capable of, should its primal lust not be sated? You should feel lucky that this is all it wants from you.

Rick moans as you work your way up and circle the head of his swollen member. It's oozing precum, which is salty yet also mildly unpleasant to the taste, in a way that you can't quite put your finger on. You wonder how you'll deal with that unpleasantness in larger quantities. Will you be able to swallow, or be **** to endure the taste and feel of the entirety of his discharge in your mouth? It's been too long since you've done this to know for certain, and you're starting to regret telling him to put it to the test. What you can you say? You got caught up in the moment. It sounded hot at the time.

You're also having second thoughts about granting him control of your head. He could **** it all the way down on his dick if he wanted to, and hold it there, and you know you couldn't handle that, physically or psychologically. It's far too big for that, but you're no longer in a position to stop it. This is how you wanted it, though, and you still do. You're turned on by the feeling of not having control, and of being at the mercy of someone who may not show you mercy. It's the threat that makes you wet, and there's also something to be said about the notion of someone being so consumed with desire for you that they are unable to control themselves. It makes you feel sexy, in spite of your wariness. That's why you gave up control, and now you're ready to see what Rick does with it. You're pretty sure that he doesn't want your lunch in his lap anyway.