Chapter 108: Personal S*xual puppet (2)

I was still wearing my black leather pants and the black shirt filled out nicely with my breasts. They were more than a mouthful and I would categorize them as being melons.

“I don’t know where you came from, Jordon, but I’m glad you walked into my gym. The guys thought you were a joke, but I watched you progress through your training. I saw potential and dollar signs in my eyes.”

I flicked his nipples and pulled his cock into my mouth with a suction to leave him breathless with abandon.

I buried him in my throat and felt him shudder under my oral prowess. I was very good at reading the signs and his body language was screaming for release.

I could’ve turned the switch and allowed him to spray my tonsils with his hot seed. I wasn’t going to. I wanted him in the right frame of mind. He knew better than to try to grab me by the hair and fuck my face.

“Damn it, I don’t know why I let you put me through this.” I knew exactly why, but there was no way that I was going to call him my little bitch.

It would have been emasculating and I had to leave a semblance of his dignity to keep him coming back for more.

My long dark hair fanned over his crotch obscuring his vision from seeing my work in action. I did this on purpose and felt empowered to draw this out for as long as possible.

He was glistening every time he came out of my mouth before going back into the heated confines of my throat.

I was a badass and most men had no idea how to handle me. I would let them get close enough to ensnare them in my web of depravity.

I gave them the illusion of power and then snatched it out of their hands before they even knew what was happening.

It was the same thing I did when I was fighting an opponent twice my size with this cocksure grin on his face.

“Girls expect the guys to take the initiative, but you don’t prescribe to the same sentiment.

You gobble a cock like no other girl I’ve ever been with. There’s a real fire in your eyes.” He was squirming and I slapped his bare thighs to hear him scream in startled pain.

His knob had grown considerably and the shaft was throbbing with the vein down the back telling me everything I needed to know.

There were moments when I was with Chester that I felt compelled to jump into his lap to finish him off. I had trained my inner muscles to strip a man of any idea of dominating me in the bedroom.

I only gave into that impulse when the need became too much for me to take. This wasn’t one of those times. I was content in delivering him to the pleasures of my mouth and waiting for the right time to let the floodgates open.

“I’m begging you to let me finish. It’s been over an hour. I’m pleading with you not to let me walk out of here without filling that mouth of yours with cum.” He knew exactly the one word I wanted to hear to make his unending torture come to an end.

There wasn’t even an inch remaining and my tongue was igniting the nerve endings along the base of his shaft. My throat was convulsing around his mushroom tip.

It was the most sensitive part of a man’s body. I knew how to work him until he had to say the word.

“I know what you want and I won’t... fuck me.” With malice, I dragged my teeth with my pointed incisors touching his sensitive flesh. I went all the way up until I was chewing on the tip of his cock.

I discovered over the several times I’d been with him how to manipulate his body. He was pretty much an open book and didn’t even know it.

Chester was weak-willed. Most men were secretly fascinated by women who knew what they wanted and didn’t let anything stand in their way.

“Uncle...is that what you wanted to hear, you sadistic little... AHHHHH.” I twisted his nuts. They were swollen to the point of almost bursting at the seams.

I had to teach him his place and I pulled free from his cock to let it spurt like a fountain all over him. I wasn’t about to let it go to waste.

I used my tongue to sizzle his skin while looking at him the entire time. I was consuming the white hot mess plastered to his body.

“I’m sure you know your way out.” There was nothing left to say and he scrambled back into his pants looking embarrassed by how easily he had succumbed to my wishes.

It was a little too easy. I was getting bored with the same routine. I needed something to shake things up, but I had no idea how to go about it.

“Before I go, I need to mention a new fighter joining the ranks. Quinn isn’t exactly a novice and his credentials around the world are quite impressive. He’s going to be your next fighter tomorrow night. I hope you’re up to the challenge. There’s a lot riding on you putting on a good show.” I waved him away dismissively.

This wasn’t the first time he had high hopes for a fighter. I was always able to crush any expectations he might’ve had in molding them into the next big thing.