Chapter 73


    (Annabel POV)


    My brain was still trying to think my way out of what the rest of me desperately wanted to do, when I


    found myself in the kitchen. Kaden had shed his jacket and was putting a bag of food in the fridge.


    "Don''t want it to go bad while we''re getting ready," he exined.


    "But, dinner..." He was bending me back against the kitchen bar, silencing my protest with a deep kiss,


    pressing against me as if we were long lost lovers with an insatiable hunger that knew no bounds.


    I don''t remember getting there, but suddenly I was on my back on the counter. My head was at the


    edge of one side. On the other side, my knees were draped over his shoulders, my dress pushed back,


    and I heard the unmistakable rip of my panties.


    For a moment, there was no sound. Then, "Beautiful," he whispered. His fingertips were exploring the


    newly bared skin. The light tickling touch was torture. I was biting my lip to keep myself from begging


    for what I wanted and needed. His fingers drifted lower. I was trying to figure out how to bite my lip and


    gasp at the same time. Try it. Can''t be done. Then the feathery touch was gone, as suddenly as it


    started, and I was left wondering if I was relieved or wanted still more torture.


    His hands were guiding one of my knees towards my chest and he wrapped my own hand around my


    thigh to hold it in ce. Satisfied, he repeated the position on my other side. I found that I was holding


    myself, thoroughly exposed, on the kitchen bar counter. One voice in my head was demanding "Can


    you see yourself? Can you see what you look like!" But another voice, much louder, was shouting,


    "Please, please, please! Touch me, right now, everywhere." I bit my lip again, held my breath and


    squeezed my eyes shut.


    After what seemed like forever, I felt the first soft touch. Oh, God, it was his tongue and it was following


    my slit, trailing all the way from front to back. When it started back up towards my clit, I held on for dear


    life. It paused and dipped into my pussy. The feeling was incredible, but what I really wanted was that


    miraculous tongue back on my clit. Still, I swore there would be no more spankings for me. I kept my


    mouth shut and waited, letting him draw out the torture. "So obedient," that damn voice whispered. I


    ignored it.


    After a moment, he continued upward, circling my clit, then back down as if memorizing the route. I


    could feel my juices beginning to run and hepped at them as he passed my pussy. He continued


    down through my ass crack, trailing moisture from my pussy and his tongue. I struggled to contain a


    groan, and tried to send an ESP message his way. "Clit, clit, clit," I screamed at him in my head. He


    wasn''t listening.


    "He''s waiting for you to screw up," my annoying, nagging voice imed. "He wants to punish you." "Not


    happening," I argued back. "I''ve got this." I clutched my thighs tighter. As his tongue tracked upward


    again, he dipped into my pussy, then pushed deeper. His lips formed a seal and he sucked, drawing my


    juices into his mouth. Thebined sensation of the sucking and deep probing of his tongue felt like it


    was going to tear me apart. I trembled with the effort to remain quiet. Perhaps I passed some test,


    because a momentter, his tongue circled my clit several times then settled on it in earnest.


    I don''t know exactly what he was doing with his tongue, but the sensation was beyond intense,


    generating friction and a rocking motion at the same time. Within seconds, I was exploding. I mped


    my teeth, but couldn''t keep a strangled moan from escaping, even as my back arched like some


    bizarre yoga position. Like before, he grabbed my hips and bore down on my clit, extending the orgasm


    impossibly, almost unbearably long.


    When I came back down to earth – seemed like a weekter – I realized how very ufortable it was


    toy on a kitchen counter. Somehow, I hadn''t noticed before. He was gently unwinding my fingers


    from about my legs and easing me back onto my feet. As soon as I was there, his arms wrapped


    around my waist and pulled me tight. It was a good thing, because between the orgasm and the


    peculiar position, I was pretty wobbly. His fingersced through my hair and he tugged gently, tipping


    my head so he could nt a deep kiss. It seemed like that had been his way of rewarding me when I


    had obeyed the other night, and I dared hope that I wasn''t to be punished for moving and moaning as I


    came. He hadn''t, after all, specifically told me to ''hush'' or ''be still.'' This time, I''m sure the voice in my


    head was snickering, but I didn''t care. I was feeling victorious.


    When he finally broke off the kiss, his hands found my shoulders and pushed gently but insistently


    down. I fell to my knees in front of him, then began straightening the hem of my dress nervously. "I


    don''t, I can''t..." I pped a hand over my mouth. Another rule broken. Speaking without being asked a


    question. I didn''t dare look up at him as the silence dragged out.


    "Speak," he finallymanded.


    I sucked in a deep breath. "I can''t do deep throat. My throat is too small."


    "You can try your best, or better maintain your good sucking skills, else, you will be punished."


    I swallowed hard, but instantly went to work on his belt and pants, eager to see the wondrous organ


    that had given me so much pleasure a few days ago. "I can do this," I told myself sternly. Like his cock


    was alive, it practically jumped into my hands as I freed it. Okay, I thought, he likes to give it out slow


    and torturous, let''s see if he likes receiving it that way. With just the tip of my tongue, I reached out and


    teased the slit. Painstakingly, slowly, I circled ever closer to the ridge where all the nerve endingsy


    waiting for my attention. I spent a generous amount of time and attention on the ridge of his helmet,


    circling with the tip of my tongue and then the t.


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    I dared look up at him. He was watching me with that intense, dark look, giving me no clue as to how I


    was doing. Turning my attention back to the cock in front of me, I ran my tongue down the underside


    first with the tip, then the t. When I reached his balls, I teased with the tip of my tongue, then sucked


    them gently into my mouth, one at a time. I flicked at them with my tongue as I sucked. Did I hear his


    breath catch? I nced up briefly, but he was only watching the same as before. I worked my way back


    up to the head of his cock sucking on the underside like a candy cane. When I reached the tip, I was


    rewarded with a generous drop of precum. I licked it onto the tip of my tongue and made a show of


    spreading it over my lips, thenpping it back up. Still no reaction. Shit. Hard case.


    I pulled the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked, my tongue furiously working the underside.


    Slowly, I slid lower, my hands working what I couldn''t fit in my mouth. I felt his fingers weave into my


    hair and had a momentary panic. Guys liked to do that when they meant to ''teach'' you how to deep


    throat. I forced myself not to pull back, though I knew I was breathing fast and had basically stopped all


    motion. His fingers tangled deeper in my hair but pulled away from my head. I got a grip on myself. He


    wasn''t going to try to face fuck me. I went back to work with renewed enthusiasm, determined to please


    him. When my jaw would begin to ache, I pulled back and concentrated on the head of his cock for a


    moment before once again plunging as far down the shaft as I could. He didn''t seem to be reacting to


    my efforts at all until suddenly he leaned over me and braced himself on the edge of the counter. I felt


    his cock swell and his balls tighten, then hise was shooting against the back of my throat. I gagged


    slightly, but swallowed each stream as he shot it until he pulled free. I stayed very still on my knees. I


    could hear him catching his breath, still leaning against the counter. After a moment, he straightened


    and pulled me to my feet, devouring me with a passionate, long kiss. I took that as approval of a job


    well done. He didn''t even seem to mind the taste of himself in my mouth.