Chapter 26 DOM THERAPIST FUCKS PATIENT PART 2
He dives in eager, tongue thrusting deep into my swollen folds, sucking hard on the creamy mess leaking from my hole. The heat of his breath fans my clit, and I grind down, smothering him with my weight, my thighs clamping his head tight. Fuck, his tongue works frantic, lapping up every drop of his thick load mixed with my juices, swirling inside me to pull more out.
I grab his hair, yanking him closer, forcing his nose against my clit as he slurps noisily, the wet sounds filling the room.
'Mmm, that's it, clean your therapist's pussy like the obedient slut you are.'
His moans vibrate against my lips, sending jolts up my spine, and I rock my hips faster, fucking his face rough. My pussy clenches around his probing tongue, fresh arousal flooding out, and he swallows it down greedy, sucking my clit between his lips now, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. The pressure builds quick, my ass cheeks tightening as I ride his mouth harder, the leather straps on his wrists creaking as he strains to grip my thighs.
'Don't stop—suck harder, boy.'
He obeys, tongue flicking my entrance while his lips pull on my swollen nub, and I shatter, cumming hard with a sharp cry, my juices gushing over his face, mixing with the remnants of his seed.
I lift off slow, my legs shaky, watching him pant below me, face slick and shiny, eyes glazed with need. His cock's already hardening again, twitching against his belly, but I'm far from finished with his treatment. I slide off the bench, boots clicking on the floor as I head to the drawer.
My fingers wrap around the thick leather strap-on, black and veined, at least eight inches of unyielding silicone attached to a harness that buckles tight. I step into it quick, cinching the straps around my hips, the weight settling heavy between my legs, the base pressing against my still-throbbing clit.
'Look at this, patient. Your next therapy tool.' He stares, licking his lips, a whimper escaping as I stroke the shaft like it's my own cock, lubing it up with spit from my mouth.
'On your hands and knees. Now.' I bark the command, voice sharp, and he scrambles to obey, bound wrists making it awkward but he manages, ass up high, knees spreading wide on the cold tiles.
His hole clenches in anticipation, pink and tight, begging for invasion. I kneel behind him, one hand shoving his head down to the floor, the other gripping his hip hard, nails digging into flesh.
'This ass is mine to fuck, boy. You take every inch, and you don't cum until I say.' He nods frantic, 'Yes, Mistress... please, use me.' I spit on his hole, rubbing the slick over it rough with my thumb, then line up the thick head of the strap-on, pressing firm against his resistance.
With a brutal thrust, I bury half the length inside him, his tight asshole stretching wide around the girth, a guttural groan ripping from his throat.
'Fuck, so tight—relax for your Mistress.' I don't wait, slamming deeper, the base grinding my clit with each push, filling him completely as his body shakes. His cock dangles hard between his legs, leaking pre-cum in strings onto the floor, but I reach around and slap it away.
'No touching. Hold it back.' I pull out slow, then ram back in fast, setting a punishing rhythm, my hips slapping his ass cheeks red, the sound wet and obscene. He bucks back involuntary, ass clenching around the invading cock, and I grab his bound arms, yanking them up to arch his back more, fucking him deeper, harder, the strap-on thrusting into his guts.
Sweat drips down my corset, my tits bouncing with every brutal thrust, the friction on my clit building another fire low in my belly.
'Feel that, patient? Your therapist owning this hole.' He moans loud, face pressed to the floor, drool pooling under his cheek.
'Mistress... it's so deep... feels so good.' I laugh dark, spanking his ass mid-thrust, the crack echoing as I pound relentlessly, watching his hole grip the shaft each time I pull back, pink rim puffed and slick. His balls swing heavy, cock throbbing untouched, and he starts begging, voice breaking.
'Please, Mistress... I can't hold it... let me cum... fuck, your cock's destroying me.' I ignore him at first, thrusting savage, my free hand twisting his nipple hard, making him yelp.
'Not yet, slut. Beg louder.'
He does, pleas tumbling out desperate, 'Mistress, please! I'm gonna explode... your cock's fucking my ass raw... I need to cum for you!'
The words push me closer, my own climax coiling tight as the base rubs my pussy with every slam. I lean over him, breath hot on his neck, biting his shoulder hard enough to mark.
'Cum now, boy. Shoot that load all over the floor while I wreck your asshole.'
Permission granted, he shudders violent, cock pulsing as ropes of thick cum splatter the tiles beneath him, his hole spasming around the strap-on, milking it deep. I keep pounding through his orgasm, drawing it out, my clit sparking until I cum again, grinding hard against him with a growl.
He collapses forward, ass still impaled, panting heavy.
'Thank you, Mistress... fuck, thank you for letting me cum.'
I pull out slow, the strap-on popping free, his hole gaping slightly, red and used. But his cock twitches, not fully spent, and I smirk, wiping sweat from my brow. Our future sessions are going to be fun.