“I only have three rules. Just three.”
I glanced up from sucking his cock and tilted my head. Why
the sudden lecture? Who stops a blowjob to talk about rules?
“One. What’s one, slut?”
“Um. Um, I—“
“What. Is. One.”
“Don’t be a cunt?”
“Mmhmm. And what’s two?”
“Nice mouths only.” I dipped my face back down to his rather
lovely cock to give a quick demonstration.
“And I suppose you’re doing decently at that one. Aren’t
you?”
I let his cock slide from between my lips. “I’m trying,
sir.”
“I see that, whore.”
I put his cock back in my mouth and savored the taste of
him, and the feel of that smooth hardness on my tongue.
“And what, my little toy, is the last rule?”
I stopped sucking and hung my head, because now I knew what
this was about.
“You must be dumber than you look if you think taking your
mouth off my cock is going to make things better for you. Don’t make me ask you
twice.”
I lifted my chin and locked onto his dark eyes.
“No glitter.” It was barely a whisper.
“What was that?”
“No glitter. I’m not supposed to wear glitter, sir.”
“Oh. Yes, that’s right. Strange, because from where I’m
standing, your face is sparkling like a goddamn vampire.”
“But real vampires don’t—“
“Really right now?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry sir, I’m really, really sorry.” And I
was.
“I don’t think you’re sorry. I think you’re sorry that
you’re in trouble. If you really cared about pleasing me, why would you break
such a simple rule?”
Good question.