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 explained.

"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 place. 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 he lapped 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 claimed. "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. The combined 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 moment later, 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

clamped 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 week later — I realized how very uncomfortable it

was to lay 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 fingers laced through my hair and he tugged

gently, tipping my head so he could plant 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 slapped 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 finally commanded.

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 endings lay 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 flat.

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 flat. 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 glanced 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, then lapping 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 his

come 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.