Bonding Tighter

By Scott Prussing

Bonding Tighter is Book 5 in the Seduction Series. It continues Jennifer's journey into discovering the depths of her submissiveness under the guidance of Sir. So far, she has loved pretty much everything he has exposed her to. Now, though, he wants to take her to surprising place, one she is not sure she can go. If she can't she knows she will disappoint him -- which is the last thing she wants to do.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scott Prussing
• Release date: Oct 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311471796

Scott Prussing

Scott Prussing was born in New Jersey, attended college and graduate school in Connecticut, but was smart enough to move to beautiful San Diego as soon as he received his Master's degree in psychology from Yale University. In addition to writing, Scott enjoys hiking, riding his bicycle at the beach, movies and golf. He is one of the few remaining people in the United States without a cell phone.

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BONDING TIGHTER

SCOTT PRUSSING

This is a work of fiction. All the characters or events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or used fictitiously.

BONDING TIGHTER  

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CHAPTER 1

I wake to the unmistakable feel of a hard cock in my mouth. This has happened only once before, with a lover a few years ago, one of the few I ever let spend the night at my place. I found it presumptuous and more than a bit disgusting, and I quickly turned my head away and sent him packing, never to be seen—or tasted—again. This morning, my body clenches involuntarily for the split second it takes me to become fully aware of what’s going on. Thankfully, I don’t bite down before I remember that Sir spent the night here, after I helped him close a big business deal with the piggish billionaire Edward Ramsey.

I open my eyes to see Sir straddling my chest, his weight balanced on his knees rather than on my body. A wide smile brightens his handsome face. Since my mouth is full, I return his smile as best I can with my eyes.

Unlike with that other guy, there’s nothing disgusting or presumptuous about what Sir is doing. It’s his right to take me any time, any where, any way he wants—a right I have gladly given to him. The fact that he wants me like this upon awakening is both satisfying and very arousing.

Suck me good, pet, he says. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.

Never in a million years would I ever have imagined that hearing those words would be such a turn on to me, but they are. In just a few weeks, Sir has turned my entire world on its head. And I know my amazing journey is only getting started.

With my mouth full, I can’t reply with my usual, Yes, Sir, so I respond in the only way I can. I cup his balls with my left hand, squeezing very gently while my right hand grabs the bottom of his thick shaft. I slide my lips down on his cock as far as I can, which in this position, unfortunately, is not very far. Still, I’m determined to do the best I can. Good subs always do their best, and I’m determined to be the very best one Sir has ever had—and the last one, too!

I keep my eyes locked onto Sir’s as I go to work showing him just what a good little cocksucker I’ve become. I’ve learned from him how intimate and erotic eye contact can be during sexual acts of almost every kind.

I continue sliding my lips up and down, flicking his mushroom head with my tongue as I do so. At the same time, I’m moving my hand in the twirling up and down motion on the base of his shaft that I know he likes so much. My other hand retains its gentle grip on his balls, squeezing gently every few moments.

My mouth felt a bit dry when I started, but it’s becoming fully lubricated with saliva now. From the sweet taste, I’m pretty sure there’s some of Sir’s precum mixed in as well. Even though I’m totally concentrating on giving him pleasure, I can’t help but notice the growing heat between my legs. My mouth isn’t the only part of me becoming more and more moist.

A soft sigh escapes from Sir’s throat, evidence of the success of my ministrations.

Mmmmm…that feels so good, pet.

As always, his praise provides me added incentive. I increase the pace of my sucking, tightening my lips around his cock as well. Sir’s sigh turns into a low moan, which is as much of a turn on for me as his praise. He snakes his hand around behind my neck and lifts my head a few inches off the pillow. I can take more of his cock into my mouth now, so I gladly do. In this new position, I can no longer keep constant eye contact with him, but that’s all right. Being able to swallow more of his beautiful cock is definitely an okay tradeoff.

I’m loving the way Sir is using me this morning, demonstrating his total control, his ability to take what he wants when he wants it. It’s all about him—but really it’s not. I’m getting just as much out of this as he is. I’ve learned that dominance and submission are simply two sides of the same coin—not opposite sides, actually, but two sides anyhow. I’m not sure how much sense that makes, but I feel in my gut that it’s true. What’s good for one of us is almost always good for the other. Sir takes, which is what he likes; and I give—which is what I like and what I need. We’re both being selfish, in a totally connected and loving way.

These thoughts are fleeting—it’s difficult to keep any cogent ideas in mind for long while I’m relishing the feel and taste of Sir’s big cock filling my mouth. When he reaches back and begins stroking my clit with his free hand, all thoughts vanish from my head. My last thought before I surrender to the pleasure is that I’m glad Sir has long arms. He can keep my head lifted with one hand and reach my sex with the other.

The familiar fire begins to burn inside me. I increase the pace of my sucking, and Sir responds by increasing the pace of his stroking my clit. We’re like a well-oiled sex machine, completely connected and totally in synch. My fire burns hotter, and I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm rising in my loins. Sir has begun thrusting into my mouth, so I know he’s close to cumming, too.

So I’m surprised when he pulls his cock from my mouth and removes his fingers from my clit. He lets go of my neck, and my head falls back onto the pillow. I look up into his eyes with a questioning look.

Sir gazes silently into my eyes for a long moment, and then his face breaks into a wide grin.

I’m hungry, he says matter-of-factly, as we hadn’t been doing anything but lying next to each other for the past fifteen minutes. Let’s go get some breakfast.

Breakfast? How can he be thinking about breakfast at a moment like this? If he hadn’t stopped, I could have enjoyed a nice protein breakfast, thank you. And probably had a delicious orgasm for dessert. This man has more control than anyone I’ve ever met, more control than I ever dreamed possible. It can be infuriating sometimes—but I have to trust it’s always for the best, in the long run, at least. It sure doesn’t seem like it right now, though.

Yes, Sir, I reply, trying to match his nonchalant tone. It’s not easy, since his still hard cock is now resting between my breasts. I could use a bite to eat myself.

Let’s walk down to that same place we went yesterday, Sir says, meaning the little bistro just a few blocks away. "I like that place, and I’m thinking