Tom – Day 7 of 7 (Part 2)

Tom has been over at Graham’s all morning helping him set up a staging area for tonight’s party. I have had strict instructions not to play while he’s out. Before he left, we did the kiss and make up part of our earlier argument and let’s just say, we should argue more often if that is the end result. It would take three posts to tell you about it so, I’m gonna leave you with your own imaginations. Suffice to say, very satisfied Gemma right now so his ‘no playing’ order was not an instant issue. This morning has brought about a swift change in Tom’s attitude towards me and us. After a long and involved discussion between us we have drawn up new guidelines. He has talked openly and honestly about what he needs from us and I have agreed with him. I have given him clear guidelines as to what I am comfortable with and I can honestly say I prefer the new dynamic between us. There are no grey areas that can cause misunderstandings (for now). Since then he has embraced the new dynamic and asserted his authority fully leaving no room for doubt that he will bend me to his will, he is intent on taming me. I am slightly in awe of his natural dominance over me and more than happy to comply… for now.

Mid day came around and Tom came in through the back door. He was absolutely filthy and sweaty and Oh My Goodness his pheromones were oozing from every pore! I was instantly red hot horny and panting! I have never had such a visceral reaction to a mucky male in my entire life! It must have been evident to Tom too because he stripped naked in the kitchen doorway and growled at me! ‘On your knees woman!’

Alpha male in the HOUSE!! Who was I to argue? I dropped down to my knees on his discarded clothing and knelt in front of him inhaling his scent! I licked my lips and smiled a tiny little smile. I adore his cock!

I heard a gasp from behind him through the open door. I couldn’t see her, but she could see Tom’s naked ass in the door way and I assume she could see me on my knees in front of him. I didn’t care. Let her look her fill. He is magnificent!
I slid my mouth along his thick hard shaft and set to work on him, wrapping my tongue around that pulsing tip sucking firmly and drawing out a stream of precum. Dragging my teeth gently along his ribbed shaft and then drawing back slowly eliciting a long low groan from him, his hands reached for me, grabbing my head and gripping my hair.

This is our private dance, we both know it so very well and it wraps us up in it’s intricate little moves. I raised my eyes to his as I continued to worship his cock. His lips were set in that half curl thing he does when he’s gone to an intensely dark and dominant place in his head. He held my gaze with a glittering one of his own. I sucked him in deeper, his scent surrounded me, weaving its heavy musky aroma into my mind. Normally, he is content to watch and sink himself into the sensations I am creating for him. Not this time.

‘You hungry for this baby? Sucking me in, taking all of me?’ His voice was so husky and hot it shot through me and turned my insides to liquid heat. I mumbled around his cock too full to speak and nodded my head. I took him in further, pushing against his length, rocking back and forth to be able to go further each time. I closed my eyes and got lost in my own pleasure of the taste and feel of his massive cock.

‘Look at me Gemma.’ he demanded quietly. My eyes flew open and I locked my gaze on to his dark one. My hands went around his hips and gripped his buttocks tightly. I heard a female gasp in the background and I knew she was still watching us, transfixed by the sight of him. A frisson of excitement curled through me, she could have her show, I had him!

I sucked and lapped, stroked and sank his beautiful member deep inside my mouth, down the back of my throat. I was in my own personal heaven. He groaned loudly as his precum salted my tongue, making me thirsty for more. I moaned and he growled low. ‘I am putting you on display to the vanilla crowd tonight. You’ll wear this just fucked hard and long look on your face and in your eyes for the rest of the day. The look that tells every person there you’ve been had by me, over and over again.’

I whimpered at the onslaught of sensations his words created in my body and mind. My head filled with the images he was building there. Pussy contracted sharply and I gasped at the strength of her reaction. I was soaking, my thighs slick with my juices and my clit throbbed into life, aching to be touched. Swelling at the thought of him, his big fingers working me. I worked him harder and faster as I sucked and pulled and smoothed and lapped at his impossibly thick, beautifully rigid cock. Before long he was grinding his hips and thrusting his cock down my throat.

His face was masked in primal need and he ground out orders between his growls and moans. ‘You will wear red lipstick when we’re alone . I want that perfect O on my skin permanently.’

The intensity of his gaze ripped through me. He was all raw strength and power and I could only bend to his will. He held my head tightly as he thrust harder, deeper, with every stroke, grinding himself against my mouth as he held me firm. I gagged and then breathed slowly to calm my reaction to his intrusion of my throat. His lips curled back and his eyes closed in unadulterated pleasure as he pumped a long steady stream of semen down my throat. I swallowed, he gave me more, pulling back and filling my mouth with his essence. I swallowed again, his fingers gripped my hair tighter as he thrust hard and moaned deep in his throat at the last hot stream of creamy seed leaving his body.

I heard her moan and whimper softly behind him. She had less than 30 seconds to disappear before she was discovered.

I withdrew from him slowly and he pulled me to my feet and into his arms. His lips caught mine and I sank into a mind melting kiss, full of heat and promise. He smiled against my mouth as he began to come back to himself. ‘You do know we had an audience don’t you?’ He said.

I grinned widely, ‘Uh huh, I think she may have had a moment of her own baby.’

And who could blame her? Not I.