"You will suck my fingers clean unless you want to find yourself back over my knee," he instructed. His voice was still gentle, but this time it carried an air of command that wasn't there before.
I swallowed around him, pushing my tongue against his fingers and tasting my sweetness as it washed over me. It felt dirty and wrong, but at the same time, I liked it. I suckled harder as I saw the smile that came over his lips, one of pleasure and pride. Slowly, I climbed off his lap and onto my knees before him.
He wasn't wearing any clothes and his cock was already impossibly hard for me. His expression was quizzical, but he didn't stop me and slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth. With a certain boldness, I took his cock into my hand and twirled my fingers around his thick length.
