I lapped at the underside of his tip, then, with a nod from Apex, wrapped my lips around his shaft and took his cock into my mouth.
This was insane. I knew it even as I rolled my tongue around his tip, licking up his precum and swallowing it with eagerness. The first time I sucked a cock should have been on my wedding night, if whatever husband my parents had chosen for me was into that kind of thing. But that had gone out the window the second I was abducted and whisked away into outer space. Apex certainly wasn’t my husband, and I definitely wasn’t on my knees wearing white. There were no should have beens for me anymore. Just the reality of his taste, salty and light. His perfect hips, thrusting ever so slightly to sink another inch of his cock between my lips. His black eyes, locked on mine.
What was even more insane was how instinctive this all felt. I’d imagined doing this before, but I’d never actually done it. Still, what I lacked in experience, I made up for with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. It was like doing a dance I didn’t know to the beat of a song that spoke to me. I took his cock from him, curling my small, slender fingers around his shaft in the place of his much larger ones. I swallowed him up, inch by inch, then added my other hand when I realized his cock was hitting the back of my throat and I only had about half of him between my lips.
“Good,” Apex hissed. When I looked up at him, his eyes were closed, and an uncanny shiver was rippling through his shoulders. He took the back of my head in his hands. His fingers twined through my hair, then twisted as he clutched at me. “Good. More.”
I could give him more. I sped up my pace, sucking hard every time my lips slid back up his length. I flicked my tongue against his tip, then dove back down on him all over again. What my mouth couldn’t take, my hands made up for. I shifted one of my palms to his balls and weighed them in my hand. They were just as heavy as they looked.
Full, my inner floozy purred. Full of cum. For you. Only for you.
If Lieja had been watching—and knowing what I did about her, she probably would have loved to—I knew how this must have looked. Me on my knees, a slave servicing her master. That was what she wanted. What they always seemed to want. But while I may have been kneeling for Apex, I didn’t feel like he was the one in control here. He growled a dozen orders down at me—more, faster, yes, more tongue, lick me, yes, yes—but I was the one giving him pleasure. I was the one in control of the way his balls tightened, how his thighs flexed when I moved my mouth just right, the way he felt.
And when he finally let out a hard, ragged breath and thrust his cock just deep enough into my mouth that it pushed him over the edge, I didn’t feel like his slave anymore. He didn’t feel like my master.
As his cum rushed up out of his tip and flooded my mouth, we were united. Equals. Both masters of each other. Both slaves. All at once.
“Blood.” His voice was harsh and full of passion as he shot a final burst of cum onto my tongue. It was just as salty as his precum, but creamy and surprisingly sweet too. For a second, I wondered if I should spit it out. I had no idea what I was actually supposed to do with it. But when I closed my eyes and felt it, hot and delicious in my mouth, I knew that wasn’t what I wanted to do with it.
I wanted to swallow it. Every single drop.
And so I did.
“Blood,” he said again. It sounded like a swear, but he didn’t sound angry. If anything, he seemed exhausted. He staggered back against the wall and reached into the shower, shutting the faucet off with a heavy shove from the palm of his hand.
But I wasn’t done with him. Not yet. I crawled across the warm water pooled on the floor beneath us and placed my mouth on his cock again to lick up any lingering drops of his cum. My hands pawed at his thighs. My fingers curled around the muscles of his legs, still so tense.
I could have sucked him off forever, I realized. I didn’t even need to make him come to enjoy it.
This was what I’d been waiting so long for. This is what my body had been craving, even as it was denied to me over and over again.
I was a woman, and Apex was as close to a man as I was going to get here on Nightmoor. If I was going to be a slave on top of it, I sure as hell was done being a sexless, virginal one. I kissed his shaft, then his balls, then the valley where his pelvis met his thighs, over and over again until finally, Apex sank down to his knees as well. It was the same position we’d been in last night, I realized—only this time, the tension between us was broken. There was no more hesitation between us. No more wondering, longing, finding silly little reasons to claim some ridiculous price.
His kisses were my prize now. If they were payment, it was only for a job well done.
“You did not tell me you had done that before,” he said gently as he pulled away from my lips.
“I hadn’t,” I said, then relished the little look of surprise that crossed his face. “You were my first.”
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