The Art of Cocksucking

For the first time, Asher didn't take Jezebel to his office. He took her to a little kitchenette area in the back of Sulfur's, where she looked around curiously.

It seemed a strange idea that Asher might eat right outside so much fetish equipment. What was more, even in the dining area, there were toys laid in tidy little places.

"Here, Pet. Sit on the barstool and rest against the counter right here. Strip first."

Jezebel closed her eyes in shame to avoid looking at Asher while she obeyed. But he noticed, like he noticed everything.

"Kotik, look at me. Don't keep looking down. You messed up, and it's alright. I realize I'm an exacting master, but there's a patience necessary for these things, and I know that. You technically followed my rules, if nothing else. You didn't follow them very well, but you did, I suppose."

Asher let out a low whistle when Jezebel took off her clothes. "Definitely didn't follow them well. Ah, kotyonok, your beautiful body."

His voice thickened at times with an accent, she noticed. Asher eased Jezebel forward onto the countertop, and she soothed under his touch, under his accent, under his care. "Now, describe to me the thoughts that led to this, if you will."

"I... don't want to tell you." Because Jezebel thought the thoughts were stupid and also thought they might upset Asher.

"Tell me anyway, Pet. It takes a fair amount to move me to real anger."

"Er... I'm more worried it might hurt your feelings... and make you angry because of that."

"Well, now there's something I haven't heard before." Asher soothed antibiotics into Jezebel's skin. "Hurt my feelings? Now, that's a strange thing to think. You won't."

Why was he being so nice to her? God, Jezebel was obviously a lost cause, but Asher acted like she was someone making progress along a continuum. She hadn't made anything.

"I don't think it's a strange concept. Everyone has feelings. Even I'm capable of empathy, although it might be hard sometimes. But... well, I really don't want to be your slave. But when you're topping me I forget that, because you're so careful and controlled and I'm not and it's really soothing. So, I thought that maybe if I went to a one night stand, one who wouldn't have those things, then they would give me some perspective or something, I guess. It's really dumb."

"I see. Let me think. You seem to enjoy logical flows and arguments. Let me give you one as to why that wouldn't be the case. If you have any perspective at all, don't you think it would just be more of an emphasis on how controlled I am in comparison to how out of control someone else would be?"

Asher's fingers were quick, even, and Jezebel remembered a different cream on her ass, a thought that made her shiver with want.

"Um. Well, I guess that does make sense. I wasn't really thinking about long term. I was more thinking of a short-term reality snap, of a sort."

Asher was quiet for a while, but then he sighed.

"Dearest kotik. You really need to consider the long term. It can come back to hurt you. I think I can work these wounds with cocoa butter and soothe your skin to help it heal later. It will be a while before I can give you your last punishment, however, and I won't give you the card until our deal is finished. For a start, I can't hurt you over these wounds. For another, I can't display this kind of behavior or have it displayed in a fetish club. It's too close to self mutilation."

"I understand." And Jezebel really did. This place had the feel of an underground community that looked out for its own, and these kinds of mental health problems weren't something that it needed. For its own safety.

"Thank you for not kicking me out entirely." Jezebel said.

Asher made a soft acknowledgment of a sound in his throat and soothed down her stomach and torso.

"I hated it. I hated all of it, what he did. It made me sick when I got home." She continued.

At that, Asher sat the cream to the side and washed his hands. "Oh. And what was it that you hated his doing?"

Jezebel hesitated, trying to explain, while Asher wiped his palms dry. "I don't know if it's what he did. I think it was just the way he did it. He pulled me by my hair and called me a slut."

Asher's eyes lit up with amusement in response and before Jezebel could even think of what he might be considering, Asher's hand was fisted in her hair and she was forced down off the barstool, onto her knees.

She stared up at him with her mouth opening up, heat flooding through her body. "Oh, you mean like this? Are you my horny little slut, kotik?"

Asher's voice was a purr, a sexy growl, where the guy the night before had sounded sleazy. Jezebel moaned up at 'Sir' and whispered, "He choked me and told me he hoped I liked sucking a lot of cock."

Asher laughed and his other hand instantly curled around Jezebel's throat, his smile playful. Wow, he was way different than his punishment mastery.

To her, this felt more like his pleasure mastery and, by God, both were hotter than hell. And so exacting...

"Are you my cock hungry Pet, little kotik?" Asher's eyes were the sexiest part of it. They were still so cool and controlled, yet somehow intense in their own way.

It seemed like the way ice could burn. "Do you want to jack yourself off all night with my dick down your throat? Do you want to lick up treats of both our cum?"

Fucking hell. Yes. Yes, Jezebel really wanted that. "He shoved his fingers down my throat and told me my cocksucking was pathetic." She said.

Asher laughed at that. "Now I can't even tell if you're saying these things because they were what really happened, or because you want them. But I'll humor you."

Asher gave her a crooked little smirk, a cocky little lift of his lip that made her shiver all over. And then he finally thrust something other than a toy into her mouth.

Jezebel instantly moaned at the feel of Asher's fingers and where the man last night had only used two, 'Sir' used three, and it didn't feel like enough.

"Open up for me, Pet. We need to widen your throat to take a nice, thick cock down it."

Jezebel's moan turned into a cry and she lifted in his hands, so hot. So horny. So needy.

"You're not trained in the art of cocksucking yet, but that's what training is for, isn't it?"

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