This is Part XIII of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago.  Thanks to James X Morgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham.  You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales.

Part 1, originally named A Tantalizing Opportunity, now called Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Intro is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Previously 

Waves of pleasure radiated out from the tiny area he was circling and Delilah moaned again.  She tried to hold still, afraid the finger would be withdrawn if she moved.  She felt the sensations growing and knew that she was not far from reaching the peak of pleasure.

‘Kneel.’

Stunned, Delilah raised her head to look at Sir Graham.  Was he serious?  He was going to leave her like this?  But he looked serious, and raised an eyebrow at her, so she pulled herself up to the Kneel position, rocking back on her heels.

‘Would you like to eat something now?’

She had lowered her eyes as the position required, but at the question, she raised them.  She was directly in line with his belt, and just below the belt, she could see that had been affected by the things they had been doing.  

The responses that ran through her head about what she would like in her mouth were too vulgar to repeat.  She bit her lip hard.  She felt like she had been existing on another level, a world of sensation, openness, and submission.  Now she was jerked back into the mundane world, and she felt like only part of her was present.

He was still waiting for a response.  Finally, her eyes lowered, she said, “I don’t think I’m hungry, Sir,” and added in a lower tone, “not for food anyhow.”

‘You know you can say – I want you to say – whatever you’re thinking.’

“I’m just – I can’t even think about food.  I’m so -” kneeling, holding her elbows behind her back, she turned her head away.  “I want to taste you,” she said softly.  “I want to have an orgasm, I want you to hold me.”

‘Look at me.’

Reluctantly, she lifted her eyes to meet his.  

He held her gaze and stroked her cheek. 

‘My dear sweet girl, I want all that too. Very much.’

“You do?”

‘I do. Very much indeed. Shall we deal with them in that order? Ask me for what you want.’

“I want – may I – I want to – to taste you.  You know…”

‘What might we need to do before you can do that?’

She giggled, “Um, take your pants off?”

‘Well then, you’d better take them off, hmm?’

“I’d be happy to,” she replied, “But that would be difficult to do from this position,” then added hastily, “Sir.”

MG stepped closer. 

‘Well done for not assuming. You may use your hands.’

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, taking a deep breath, pleased at the ‘well done’ she had gotten.  She put her hands on his belt, unhooked it carefully, and then unfastened his pants with careful attention.  She looked up at him.

“You might want a chair to sit in while I pull these off – and while I – you know.”

‘That’s very thoughtful of you, thank you.’

MG smiled as he moved and sat down. 

‘Come here.’

Quickly, she stood and moved to stand in front of him.  She dropped to her knees again and leaned forward.  “I might need you to stand up again first, please, Sir,” she said, her hands on his pants.

He chuckled as he stood.

‘Such a demanding girl!’

“I am,” she agreed, laughing.  Carefully, she pulled his pants down, and once they were to his knees, she reached for his silky, blue boxers and slowly pulled them down as well.  As his cock emerged, she paused.

With one hand she reached out and gently grasped him, leaning forward to press her lips to the head of his shaft.  Then she resumed pulling his boxers down.  

Realizing she couldn’t take his pants off because of his shoes, she looked up at him again.  With a hand on his foot, she said, “May I, Sir?”

MG sat. 

‘You may, sweet girl, you may.’

Carefully, she untied each shoe and, feeling very submissive and respectful, pulled first one then the other off.  She patted each foot as she did so, then looked up to comment, “Sometime I’ll give you a foot massage, if you let me.  But maybe not today.”

With the shoes out of the way, she continued lowering his pants.  She almost threw them to the couch, but stopped just in time.  She stood and carefully straightened them out and folded them, laid them gently on the couch.

Back on her knees in front of her Sir, she moved close enough that she could reach his cock with her mouth.  But first she took it one hand and with the other lightly traced around the head with one finger.  

MG reacted immediately, the sensation infusing his body, his nerve endings tingling. Definitely worth waiting for. And with the real promise of a longer term relationship. 

‘Mmmmm.’

He had a lovely cock she thought, long and thick.  The velvety skin, the way it throbbed in her hand was mesmerizing.  She remembered an article she’d seen that talked about ‘cock worship.’  She smiled, this was a cock worth worshiping. 

Her mouth hovered over the head, just breathing warm air, and she felt him twitch in her hand, growing even harder.  

With the tip of her tongue, she traced lines around the tiny drop of liquid, tasting his sweet, musky flavor.  She licked carefully around the underside of the head, and then, with the flat of her tongue, licked him as if he were an ice cream cone.

Now his thought process became less structured. He allowed himself to delight in the sensations her tongue provoked. 

Savoring his taste and the sensations of holding him and beginning to please him with her mouth, she continued licking down his shaft until she reached the base, then worked her way back up again.  

When she had laved all of his cock with her tongue, she held him with one hand and returned her attention to the head.  Opening her mouth, she took him into the wet warmth and gently sucked.

Arching his back with pleasure, he reached a hand forward to stroke her hair and nape, resisting the urge to pull her closer. 

Returning to licking him, she once again covered his cock, leaving him wet.  She brought her mouth back to the head, encircling him again.  This time, she moved so that he was deeper in her mouth, loving the feeling of him filling her.  

Deeper and deeper she went, a few inches a time.  Her hand was around the base of the cock now as her mouth had taken him almost to the back of her throat.  Her mouth moved up and down, feeling him grow even harder, paying attention to his movement and the response of his cock.  

Lost in the moment he felt his whole body react to the exquisite torture. He was just aware enough to retain enough control to prolong the moment. 

Relaxing the back of her throat, breathing carefully through her mouth, she moved her hand out of the way and took him all the way into her mouth.  She gagged a bit as his cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop until she had taken him all the way in.

‘Uhhhmm….’

The sound was involuntary and MG’s self-control was all but an illusion. He relaxed totally into the moment. 

She pulled off him slowly and began licking him again.  Then took him fully in her mouth, sliding up and down slowly, not taking him all the way each time, but using her hand to take care of the base of his shaft.  With her other hand, she cupped his balls.

She began to hit a rhythm, bobbing up and down 3 or 4 times, taking him a bit deeper each time, then, with a push, taking him all the way past the back of her throat and pausing there. 

‘Uhh…. Uhhm… mmmm…’

The last vestige of restraint disappeared as MG stiffened, his fingers grasping Delilah’s hair. His groin pulsed as he came hard then jerked involuntarily as he gradually relaxed, becoming slowly aware of Delilah’s continuing attention. 

Delilah’s cheek rested on his thigh, she held his cock in one hand. Smiling to herself, pleased that he had found his release, pleased that she had easily swallowed his seed.  Her own need for release was stronger than ever, but she was focused on him.  

He stroked her cheek and hair as he refocused on Delilah’s eyes. 

‘That was delightful! Thank you my very naughty good girl!’

“Mmmmm,” she replied, “it was my pleasure.  I am your very naughty good girl!  And you have a lovely – a lovely – you know, Sir.”

His release had released something in her as well.  Her nipples were still hard, her pussy hot and throbbing, her juices flowing so much she could feel it on her thighs. But the sense of urgency to reach her own peak had subsided.  This felt like her natural state now, as if she would live in a state of arousal.

‘It was very much my pleasure too! But it was nonetheless a little naughty too, hmm?’

She smiled, trying to look demure, on her knees in front of him, holding his cock in her hand.  “Maybe, Sir,” she said.

‘So I think, sweet girl, that I should spank you.’

“Oh.”  She had not expected that.

‘But you’ve also been very good so perhaps it will be a good girl spanking. Come with me.’

“Yes, Sir,” she said, curious and excited now.

He took her hand and helped her up as he stood. He led her to the couch and sat on the right, pulling her so she stood astride his left leg. He rearranged the cushions to make a little space then guided her down to lie on the couch beside him, feeling her slick wetness as it pressed against his thigh. 

‘Make yourself comfortable with cushions, sweet girl.’

Feeling quite content now – if he wanted to spank her, of course she wanted that too – she arranged the cushions so that she was settled comfortably.

MG rubbed her bottom and stroked her thighs as she settled. He reached down and drew his nails lightly up the back of her left leg and over her still glowing cheek then stroked down the right to her ankle before repeating the movement in the other direction. 

“Mmmmm”  She was very aware of his legs, the sensation beneath her, and with one hand she stroked the calf and ankle nearest to her.

He began patting her bottom gently and rhythmically, side to side, before changing to an alternating series of upward swipes. Each slightly stingy stroke caught the underside of a buttock causing a ripple over its surface. He felt each time a tiny increase in pressure on his thigh and delighted in the feel of Delilah’s soft folds.

“Mmmmm, oh, mmmm, yessss,” tiny noises escaping her. 

Grunting his approval, he stopped and repeated the sequence of upward scratch and downward stroke on her legs then straightened his palm, fingers tight together. He began rapidly tapping her lower cheeks, fingers down just above her thighs, the tips occasionally touching the soft, glistening cleft between. He felt her shift almost imperceptibly forward and back on his thigh and smiled as he felt the beginnings of a stirring between his own legs. 

So close – he was so close to where she needed him.  She couldn’t help rocking on him a bit, trying to get closer to his fingers, and rubbing her wet, throbbing, delicate flesh against his thigh – just a little bit.

She shuddered at the rush of pleasure, her pussy throbbed.  She bit her lip, stifling the urge to beg him for what she wanted.

MG smiled and rubbed the nape of her neck as he continued the rapid tapping for a while longer. Turning his hand palm down he massaged her perineum with his middle finger then edged his finger down to circle lightly the slick opening of her pussy. 

Delilah moaned.  

Pushing gently he crooked and straightened his finger repeatedly as it slowly penetrated, just catching the inner wall. 

“Ohhhhh,” Delilah rocked back, trying to impale herself more deeply on his finger.

His other fingers sliding up beside her clitoris, he continued to stroke with his finger tip as he penetrated further, hoping her g-spot would appreciate the attention. 

“Omg, omg, mmmm, yessss…”  The finger on her g-spot was a new sensation for her. She felt waves of pleasure building quickly, heard herself making sounds she had not heard before.

Continuing slowly and gently, he reached his left hand under her side. Finding a nipple he squeezed and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger. 

That touch on her nipple was all she needed, her hips moved in response to his finger, she was right on the edge and she gasped, “Oh, I’m going to come!”

MG now squeezed a fraction more with his outer fingers, rubbing the sides of her clitoris as he continued to stroke her g-spot. 

The waves of pleasure pounded her; she felt herself going up, up, up until she reached the pinnacle of pleasure – she cried out – her body shaking, pussy clenching, as the pleasure rippled out from her core.  Trembling as the waves of sensation rushed through her.

As she tensed and trembled, MG gradually withdrew his finger and cupped her pussy with his right hand, applying gentle pressure; his left hand stroked her hair as she lay there. 

“Oh, omg, mmmmm, ahhhh,” as she began to come back to herself.  She was limp, tension drained, totally relaxed, happy to be lying over her Sir’s lap.

MG stroked her legs and back for a while then squeezed her buttocks gently. 

‘Are these still mine?’

“Mmmmm, yes, Sir.”

‘Are you still mine?’

Smiling, “Yes, Sir, I am still yours.  Very much so.”

‘Good. Good girl. Very good girl.’

Those words settled into her, bringing a shiver of pleasure.  

‘Up you get. Slowly.’

He helped her to her feet and stood as he turned her round.

‘Sit down now, on the edge of the seat where I was, and lie back.’

Curious, but obedient, she perched herself on the edge of the couch and laid back.

MG held her gaze as he took off his shirt and knelt between her legs. He reached forward and cupped her breasts.

‘My turn.’

He leaned forward and traced his tongue along her slit. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, cupping her pussy with both hands. 

‘Who does this belong to?’

“To you, Sir, of course,” she said, happy to give him that control. 

‘Mmm. The right answer.’

His hands slid up to her breasts again as he began to tease her folds with the tip of his tongue. 

“Ohhhh, ohhh, mmmm,” she squirmed, lifting her hips a bit to give him easier access.

He traced around her opening then up the cleft delicately circling around her clit, first in one direction then the other. He squeezed her nipples as he took her clit between his lips.

She gasped, all her attention on the sensations of his mouth between her legs, his hands on her nipples.  She sensed he was claiming her and she felt her own helplessness, the power he held over her.  

Whether he spanked her or took her as he was now, the choice was his. She had given him that power, and now she could only accept what he gave.

She knew that she was making sounds, little cries of pleasure, and she savored these moments of pure openness to her Sir.

MG delighted in the noises she made as he continued slowly and rhythmically to circle her clit with his tongue and run it over the exposed nub. His left hand continued to caress her breasts and nipples while his right hand moved down to stroke her inner thighs, a finger occasionally teasing the puckered skin between her still reddened cheeks. His own arousal was becoming more evident as he rejoiced in his good fortune and savoured the moment, and her juices. 

Delilah’s body tensed, her arousal growing, the sensations building, and then she was at the peak and tumbling over again.  She cried out, her body trembled, as the orgasm rushed through her in a tsunami of pleasure. 

MG sat back, cupping her pussy with one hand and stroking her legs and stomach with the other. He smiled. 

‘There you are my lovely girl. There was only one orgasm on your list but I trust a little extra is acceptable.’

“Omg.  Yes.”  She could barely think, much less speak.  She sat up and reached for him, she wanted to touch him, to feel his body against hers.  Leaning forward, she put one arm around his neck, laying  the other hand on his chest.  She looked up at him, a bit coy, “May I, Sir?” as she began to stroke him. 

MG put his arm around her, stroking her hair gently with the other hand. 

‘Good girl for asking. You may.’

Smiling at the praise, she began exploring his chest, noticing that he was more muscular than she had realized, liking the feel of his hair under her hand.  She pulled away just a little bit, watching her hand caress his chest.

She appreciated that he had just the right amount of hair – for her, anyhow, not too much, but enough to tug on gently, light colored like his hair, not a dark mass of hair.   

MG stroked down Delilah’s side and patted her bottom gently. His hand caressed her back and neck, his fingers lazily scrabbling the soft, fine hair at her nape. 

‘Mmm.  Delightful, my sweet girl, quite delightful.’

“You know,” she said, “Maybe we could lie down?  On my bed, maybe?”  Then, with a touch of humor, she added, “You might need to rest for a minute after taking such good care of me.”

‘Are you inviting me into your bed, young lady? How very forward of you!’

Delilah giggled.  “Yes, Sir, I am.  And it is very forward of me!”

MG kissed Delilah’s head softly. 

‘Nonetheless I do think it’s a very good idea.’

“Come,” she said, taking his hand and leading him down the short hallway.  Grateful that she had the foresight to hang up her clothes before meeting him, she opened the bedroom door.  

A quick glance assured her the bed was neatly made, the dresser top not in disarray, and she was quick to pull back the quilt, gesturing for him to lie down first.

MG happily did as he was bidden.