Chapter 28 - I’m Sorry, and Thank You (19+)
“Honestly, I couldn’t believe you back then, Master.” He didn’t respond. “You hated me and tried to chase me out of the household, after all.” A pang of guilt struck him. “Yet still, you’ve saved me from danger twice now.”
She began to trust in him. When he protected her from Samantha’s vitriol back at the stairs, her heart thumped loudly in her chest, and when she had heard that he took the drunken man’s blow in place of her, she had felt the depth of his genuine care for her. He no longer hated her. Anna wanted to convey to him the truth of her feelings as well.
“I wanted to apologize,” she said, placing both of her hands atop his thighs. She felt the muscles of his legs contract beneath her palms, tightening into a tense bundle. He was clenching his teeth hard enough the veins of his neck stood in stark relief.
“Are you saying you actually want to apologize, or are you asking for something else?” he asked.
Her hands slid across his thighs and slowly traveled upwards. Her gaze fell upon the tent in his crotch, risen high with the fabric stretched taut across it, binding what lay beneath in place. Then, she lifted her eyes to meet his own and said, “Both.”
Dylan kept his arms folded as he gestured with his chin toward her. It was as if she had been given the go-ahead to do whatever she wanted.
Anna bravely placed her hand upon the buckle of his belt. She undid it and then unzipped his pants. After pulling down the thin underwear beneath, his full length sprang out as if it had been waiting for her, tapping the edge of her chin.
After watching her rather pathetic attempts Dylan burst into laughter, but then Anna unflinchingly took hold of his manhood like it was a stick of candy, driving his laughter away. She studied his expression as she began to move her hand up and down his shaft. The way it seemed to throb in her hands felt odd.
His eyebrow twitched. She slowly started to increase the speed of her motions and his face flushed, blushing from the base of his neck to the tip of his ears. Eventually, he uncrossed his arms, grabbing hold of the sofa instead. His dark red lips parted, a slight moan escaping him.
It was unbelievably erotic and wholly seductive. Watching his mouth, she spoke, wondering to herself how he would sound when aroused. “I saw something that looked exactly like this in the streets yesterday.”
He bristled. “What?” he asked, brows lifting in surprise.
“When I went to buy some sausages, I thought of how similar they looked. I was reminded of you the moment I saw them, Master.” Anna appeared innocent and happy despite the fact that she was essentially admitting to having lascivious thoughts of her master, comparing his shaft to mere sausages.
“Beyond the appearance… the taste. Aren’t you curious… about the taste?” Dylan proposed, arousal straining his voice. He sounded like the devil, enticing Anna with wicked deeds.
“I am,” she answered without hesitation. She was curious about the taste, but she also wanted to turn him on even more. She wanted to hear him moan, begging for her to continue.
After wetting her dry lips with her tongue, she sank them over his rod, taking it entirely into her mouth before sucking on it and pulling away with a distinct pop. Having felt every ounce of her first taste, Dylan’s chest heaved, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. Then, she tilted her head toward him once more and resumed sucking. She slurped and sampled him with her tongue, and just as it looked like she was about to finish cleaning him up, she pulled him deep down her throat.
She had given him no warning. His hips stuttered upwards and his head whipped back, hitting the sofa. Meanwhile, Anna started to bob her head up and down his full length, the sound of his harsh panting filling the air. She gripped his thighs tightly and immersed herself in apologizing, in expressing her genuine remorse regarding what happened to him.
Anna could feel him reaching deep down her neck and the sensation instinctively made her want to throw up. At that moment, Dylan pulled out of her and she coughed fitfully as soon as she was free.