Chapter 22: Lydia

Damian releases my arms and adjusts the bench downward before assisting me off. I sink to my knees with his slight nudge to my sweaty shoulder. When I'm able to, I glance up and see that Damian's in front of me gazing down. He calls me beautiful, but really it's he who holds the title. His fierce look of pure dominant pride makes me want to kiss his feet. "Unzip my pants and take my cock into your mouth. Use your hands on my balls. I like a small amount of pain, so keep that in mind. You will drink me down and lick my cock clean." It's a command, and who am I to deny a Master?

With shaking hands, I manage his zipper. He's commando and it's near impossible to get the material to give enough. His large cock springs free when I've all but given up. I push the clinging material slightly past his hips so I can palm his balls. I squeeze just enough. If nothing else, I'm good at judging what men need to orgasm as quickly as possible or delay it for hours. Damian's fingers sink into my braid.