Beg For Me: Chapter 17

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y, my,” Sophia teases, shaking her head. “I do believe you’re getting above your station, Magnus. Don’t forget who’s serving whom here. If you continue being so insolent, I’ll have to put you in your place.”

She hops off the stool, squeezes my hard dick through my jeans, then turns her back on me, sashaying into the living room and tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. Kicking her heels off, she sits on the sofa, stretches out on her back, crosses her legs at the ankle, and folds her arms behind her head.

“I’ll take that glass of wine now.” She smiles condescendingly, like Cleopatra to a palace servant.

Whatever beast I didn’t know I had hibernating in a dark cave inside me wakes up, pounds on his chest, and roars at the top of his animal lungs.

This woman is fucking magnificent.

“Anything else you’d like while I’m at it?”

She thinks for a moment, pursing her lips. “Yes. Take off your shirt.”

When I pull my T-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor, I’m gratified to see her breath quicken. She pretends indifference, however, looking me over clinically like I’m livestock at an auction.

Grinning, I turn back to the kitchen.

I know she’s watching me as I select the bottle of Amarone I bought for this occasion from the wine fridge. I open it, decant, and pour us both a glass. Then I stroll over to her and present it with a respectful bow. “My lady.”

Her eyes dark and inscrutable, she takes the glass from my hand and rewards me with a queenly nod of her head.

I start to turn away, but she stops me.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?” She lifts a leg, wiggles her foot, then takes a sip of her wine, waiting.

My dick is so hard for her, it hurts.

Taking her slender bare foot in my hands, I bend over and gently kiss every toe.

“Very good, Magnus. That will be all for now.”

I press a final kiss to the top of her foot, then rise and slant her a look that says I want to fuck her silly. She blinks innocently and sips more of her wine.

When I take too long to get moving because I’m admiring the fine picture she makes, reclining there on my couch like a siren luring men to their deaths with her enchanting song, she shoos me off with a regal wave of her hand.

I turn away to hide my grin.

I feel her gaze on me as I take the lasagna out of the fridge and put the covered dish on the counter. I set the oven to preheat and get the salad ready, tossing everything together but the dressing. Once that’s finished, I return to her with the bottle of wine and refill her glass.

She drinks deeply from it, gazing up at me with those amazing dark eyes, then licks her lips.

My cock pulses. I’m aching to feel those full lips around it. But I think I’ll have to earn that, considering I’m currently in house boy mode.

“May I serve her ladyship a selection of fruit and fine cheeses before her meal?”

“You may,” she replies coolly. “But be quick about it.”

When I chuckle, shaking my head at how easily she’s slipped into her role, she crinkles her nose and says softly, “It is too much? I’m not sure how to do this.”

“Oh, I think you know exactly what you’re doing, your grace. And I fucking love every second of it.”

“You’re sure? I’m a little self-conscious.”

She’s still hesitant. I need to reassure her, because I want her to be all in, feeling as excited as I am and not up in her head worrying.

I set the bottle of wine on the coffee table. Holding her gaze, I slowly unzip my jeans and pull out my stiff cock. Gripping it, I say gruffly, “You tell me, your ladyship. Does it look like I like it?”

She stares at my cock with hungry eyes, like she wants nothing more than to take it down her throat as far as it will go. Instead of doing that, she relaxes back against the sofa and smiles serenely.

“Magnus, that dick of yours is glorious. I’ll have my bard compose a poem in its honor. Now, you may bring me the fruit and cheese. Oh, and I expect you to kneel while you feed me from your fingers.”

I grin at her, she grins back at me, and goddamn, I could play this game forfuckingever.

Stuffing my cock back into my briefs, I zip up and return to the kitchen. I pull a bunch of red grapes and cut melon from the fridge, along with a few different cheeses I thought she might like when I shopped for this meal. Standing at the island as I put together a wooden board with everything on it, I’m hyperaware of her watching me. She looks so comfortable on my sofa, as if she’s been lying there every afternoon for years.

It hits me like a sledgehammer that my dream woman is relaxing on my couch, drinking the wine I poured for her, gazing at me with sex in her eyes.

Somebody slap me. I must be hallucinating.

My reverie breaks when Sophia snaps her fingers. “You’re dawdling. I’m hungry. Hurry up.”

My dick pulses in response to that command. I almost drop the knife I’m holding, but manage to keep it together long enough to finish slicing cheese and arranging everything on the board. I bring it to her and kneel next to the sofa, bowing my head.

She looks everything over with a critical eye. “Acceptable. Proceed.”

I set the board on the coffee table, select a soft slice of Brie, and hold it to her mouth.

Gazing into my eyes, she opens her lips and waits. I slip the cheese gently into her mouth, shuddering when she closes her lips around my finger and sucks.

Lust blasts through me. It’s so hot and overpowering, I’m liable to spontaneously combust. My skin is on fire, my pulse is flying, and my dick aches to get buried deep inside her tight, wet cunt.

If we keep playing this game, I’ll wind up as nothing but a smoking ember on the carpet.

Carefully watching my expression, she chews and swallows. Using that soft voice again, she says, “I’m trying to find that fine line between raging bitch and smoldering seductress.”

I speak softly too. “You’re doing great.”

“Thank you. Is it okay that I’m checking in with you like this or is it ruining the vibe?”

“It’s awesome. You’re not ruining anything. I think if you even blew a soft breath of air across my dick right now, I’d come all over your face.”

She breaks out into laughter but sobers abruptly, adopting an expression of withering disdain along with her haughty highborn voice.

“How dare you speak to me with such impudence! You must be punished for this brazen show of disrespect. Bring me…”

She glances around the room. When her eyes alight on an object out of my line of vision, she looks up at me with a sly smile.

“Bring me that wooden spoon from the crock on the counter next to the stove. Then come back here, pull your pants down, and get on all fours.”

Jesus fucking Cracker Barrel Christ.

She’s going to spank me.

All the blood drains from my head and rushes to my dick. My balls tighten in anticipation. I swallow convulsively. A sound like jet engines roars in my ears.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Magnus. I’ll count to five. If you’re not kneeling on all fours with your bare ass displayed for me by then, you won’t like the consequences. One.”

I run across the room and back so fast, I probably break the sound barrier.

Sophia sits up, swings her legs over the edge of the sofa, takes the spoon from my hand, and slaps it against her open palm.

The sharp sound the wood makes against her skin gives me full-body shivers.

“Down,” she commands, pointing at the floor.

I sink to my knees like a supplicant. I’m her good dog, her good boy, my dick like a steel rod and my heart in my throat. As she watches, I unzip my jeans and pull them down to the middle of my thighs.

“Briefs too. Don’t test me.”

I pull them down. My cock springs out, jutting toward the ceiling. She gazes at it with heavy-lidded eyes.

Amused, she says, “My, my, aren’t we eager?”

She slowly traces one edge of the spoon up my naked thigh, stopping just below my balls. I suck in a breath. The wood is cold and unyielding, a warning against my skin. When she grazes the underside of my sack with it, I shudder and exhale a faint, involuntary moan.

My cock pulses in time with my heartbeat. I’m desperate for her to put her hands on it, put her lips on it, suck on it until my eyes roll back into my head.

Her voice dark and cold, she commands, “Get on all fours, Magnus, so I can give you your punishment.”

Sweat breaks out all over my skin. My breathing is audible. I feel dizzy, almost disoriented with lust. I drop down to my hands, hang my head, and close my eyes.

She smooths a hand over my back and shoulders, making sounds of approval as she caresses me.

“So strong. All these muscles. Look how perfect you are.” Bending close to my ear, she murmurs, “I’m supposed to make you count out loud, right?”

“Yes. To ten. Do it as hard as you want. If it gets too painful, I’ll say yellow, so you’ll know to do it lighter. If I want you to stop, I’ll say red. If everything’s good, I’ll say green.”

My voice is thick with lust. I sound like someone else. Someone I’ve never met who’s experienced with this kind of thing and hasn’t only jerked off to fantasies.

We’ve all seen the videos or read the books. We’re not reinventing the wheel here.

Resting one hand on the small of my back, Sophia brings the wooden spoon down onto my ass cheek with surprising force. I jerk and hiss, enjoying the sting.

“I’m waiting, Magnus.”

“One.”

“Good boy.”

My cock throbs.

She hits me again on the opposite cheek, this time harder. The sound the spoon makes coming into contact with my bare ass is sharp and loud, as is the breath I suck in.

“Two.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

Her laugh is soft and seductive. “Oh dear. I’ve been going too easy on you. Let’s rectify that, shall we?”

I hear the whistle of the spoon through the air a split second before it makes contact with my skin. The blow is surprisingly hard, and so is my dick, which is leaking. I feel the hot drop of precum sliding over the crown.

Breathless, I say, “Three. Harder. And faster.”

She reaches under me and takes my stiff cock in her hand, squeezing it firmly around the base.

“You’re not to speak again except for counting unless I give you permission to. You won’t come without permission either. Understood?”

Panting now, I nod. She fondles my cock for a moment, weighing the heft of my balls in her palm and stroking my aching shaft from tip to base.

I want to thrust into her hand and fuck it, or throw her onto the ground, rip off all her clothes, and fuck that delicious pussy of hers until she’s screaming.

I hold myself perfectly still instead.

She rains down a series of hard, stinging blows on my ass in quick succession, going back and forth between each cheek, never in the same spot twice, giving me just enough time to count between each stroke. All the while, she grips my aching cock like she owns it.

Like it doesn’t belong to me, but to her.

Finally, it’s over, and I’m gasping. Sweating. My arms shake and my ass throbs and my dick pulses, aching for release.

I rasp, “Ten.”

Sophia sets the spoon aside and smooths her hand gently over my ass and upper thighs, tracing what are probably some serious welts with her fingertips.

She coos, “So perfect. My perfect, beautiful boy. You did so well, Carter. I’m very pleased with you.”

A tremor runs through my entire body. A moan slips past my lips. I’m having a transcendental experience, like those gurus who meditate until they see God.

“This cock of yours is gorgeous,” my mistress says, caressing it. “Sit up on your knees. I want to look at it.”

I push up to a kneeling position and wait for more instructions.

“Put your hands behind your head, elbows out. Then don’t move an inch.”

God, she’s so fucking good at this.

I lick my lips and comply, threading my fingers behind my head and spreading my elbows. I don’t know if she put me in this position intentionally, so I feel degraded, like a criminal about to get frisked by a cop, but whatever. It’s working.

Resting her right hand on my hip, she gently strokes me with her left hand, making a humming sound of approval deep in her throat. More precum is leaking from the slit in the crown of my dick. She runs her thumb over it, spreading it around.

Then she leans over and licks it.

The pleasure is intense. It moves from my cock throughout the rest of my body in hot, delicious waves that leave me panting for more.

When I moan, she shushes me.

“I’m going to amuse myself with this gorgeous cock for a moment, now. Stay still and be quiet. If you’re very, very good, I’ll allow you to come. Remember, not a sound.”

My heart races at a breakneck speed. My entire body is trembling, and my chest is slick with sweat. I’m so aroused, I can’t focus on anything but the sound of her voice and the feel of her hand on my aching dick, the way she’s so expertly stroking it, fondling every vein and caressing every inch of it, balls and shaft and crown.

She sucks the engorged tip into her mouth, and I almost come.

I fight to stay silent. To stay perfectly still because all I want is to please her. I need to please her like I need air.

“Very good,” she croons. “I’m so proud of you.”

I’m so excited, I might be on the verge of passing out.

She sucks the tip into her mouth. Just the tip, flicking her tongue back and forth against the exquisitely sensitive underside. My breathing bottoms out. My heartbeat goes haywire.

When she eases my cock deeper into her mouth, moaning around it so the sound reverberates through my pelvis, I almost lose it. A shudder wracks my body. A jolt of electricity crackles up the entire length of my spine.

Gazing up at me, she starts to lazily suck on my dick and stroke it with her hand curled firmly around the shaft.

My blood is fire. Every inch of my skin burns. My balls draw up, and I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, oh fuck I have to come—

“I haven’t given you permission to climax, Magnus.”

I close my eyes and exhale raggedly, being careful to be silent.

She tugs on my dick. “Eyes on me. I want you to watch me suck on you.”

I don’t know how I’m still upright, but I obey her command and open my eyes. She gazes up at me with wet lips and an intoxicating little smirk of self-congratulation.

She’s enjoying this as much as I am.

Her pink tongue flicks out. She licks the slit in the head of my dick, then sucks the entire crown into her mouth again. Then she starts to stroke the shaft hard and fast, jerking me off to inevitable oblivion.

She must see the plea in my eyes, because she gives my dick one final, firm tug, then sits back. “Permission granted.”

At the same moment the oven beeps to indicate its preheated, I erupt with a guttural groan.