A mischievous twinkle appeared in her eyes as she stopped trying to take it. "You're right. But why stop there? If you're gonna collar me, then do it right!"
She was clearly challenging him, but he didn't know what she meant or how far he should go. But a wicked thought popped into his mind and he grinned. Challenge? She wants a challenge? Okay! Try this on for size!
He unzipped his fly and let his erection flop out. "Now, I'm not looking for a blowjob. I don't want a blowjob. But this just seems right somehow. Call me a bastard if you like." He wondered, Am I pushing this too far? Heck, I probably am. Aaaaah, fuck it. If she's offended, I'll just pass it off as a joke.
"I do and I will. Bastard! I call you that in my head all the time." She was surprised that he could be even this audacious, but somehow it did seem fitting. After all, he was claiming her, and she did basically ask for it.
She was getting increasingly aroused by the situation and thought, "Why stop there" indeed! Let's go all out! "Lover, look at you and look at me. Is this how a real master and submissive would do it?"
"No, you're right." They were still both on the sofa, fully dressed. But he stood up and said, "On your knees."
She shivered at that, especially because of the commanding and deep tone to his voice. This is fun! He's good at this master stuff. He sounds like James Earl Jones. She knelt on the floor and prodded him, "And is that all?"
He laughed, because even as she asked that, she was starting to take her socks off. "There's more. I need you naked."
She giggled with glee as she stripped in earnest. "Master! How can I resist your powerful voice?" She said that with a teasing and almost mocking tone.
Standing there holding his hard-on, he asked in confusion, "I thought you just said you weren't going to call me 'Master'?"
"Well, of course not, normally, but just go with the flow already, will you? This is fun! Now, what am I supposed to do with my hands? Just keep them in my lap?" She waved her hands around in the air, making clear that such an option was not what she had in mind.
Amused, he thought, I think the key to dealing with women is run behind them and try to keep up with them, but pretend that you're in the lead the whole time. He knew the answer she was looking for. "You can guide me into your mouth if you need to, but then keep them behind your back like your wrists are tied together."
She did guide his cock in. But then, as she struck the hands-behind-the-back pose he asked for and felt the thick tube of flesh fill her mouth, she felt shivers run up and down her spine. God, this is great! I love it! In fact, I may love it a bit too much!
As her lips and tongue worked his frenulum, his most sensitive spot, her eyes were wide and watching his hands as they brought his collar around her neck. She noticed though that one of his hands slipped something into his pocket first.
She felt new shivers of excitement, starting from where the collar touched her skin. And when she heard the sound of a tiny metal clasp closing at the back of her neck, it nearly made her cum.
The deed now done, she desperately wanted to get him to blow a tasty load down her throat. She suddenly reached out and clenched his ass cheeks with both hands, pulling his erection into her face and straight down her throat.
Before he knew what was happening, she was busy deep throating him, and her deep throats were as outstanding as always. While her throat muscles milked their way around his cockhead, her tongue flittered here, there, and everywhere, and her lips made love to the base of his shaft.
She thought, Cripes! I can't believe I'm doing this. I deep throat the lucky bastard far too much. He doesn't deserve it. But it's so much FUN! Once I get everything going, I just know there's no way he'll be able to hold back. He's gonna blow! Hee-hee!
No man could withstand that level of pleasure for long, and it became a race to see if she could get him to blow before she had to pull off to take a breath.
He thought, Wow! This is HOT! I can't believe that she went for that in the first place, and even got off on the idea! Hell, I wasn't even sure if she'd accept the collar. I keep learning over and over that it's hard to be too aggressive when it comes to sex... But damn! I need to hold out! ... Too much! UGH!
Even as all this was going on, and her tongue, lips, and throat were working together as an absolutely devastatingly effective cum extraction machine, she was busy thinking. I should be disgusted with myself. If I stay with Alan, and I'm so addicted to him that I probably will, I'll never have a normal life. I'll never get married. In fact, for all I know, this little ceremony of sorts could be the closest I could ever get to a wedding!
That idea upset her, but strangely it also aroused her. Why not imagine this is my wedding? As her special deep throating technique continued to attack his erection from all angles, she pictured herself in a church. She was effectively naked, deep-throating him on her knees just as in real life, except that she wore a white wedding veil pulled up over her hair and he was in a tuxedo.
She heard a voice say, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here tonight to join this man and woman in the bondage of unholy matrimony. Alan Plummer, do you take this woman to be one of your many sexy love slaves, to love, honor, comfort, and control, in sickness and in health, to cum on and cum in, forsaking none while she forsakes all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
Alan gravely looked down to where Glory knelt, and watched her lips slide closer and closer to his pants zipper. His face strained with pleasure. But he responded, solemnly, "I do."
Then the voice said, "Gloria Rhymer, do you take this man to be your unquestioned master, to love, honor, comfort, and obey, in sickness and in health, taking his thick loads of cum on your breasts and face as well as deep in your ass, mouth, and pussy, forsaking all others while he fucks and controls whomever he pleases, for as long as you both shall live?"
Her response was muffled by his thick erection completely filling her mouth and throat, and for some long moments she simply slid her lips back and forth over it, inexorably drawing closer to the zipper. But somehow she finally managed to choke out, "I dhoo!"
She said it out loud in reality too.
Alan looked down at her bobbing head and briefly wondered why she'd just said that.
But while she was having this little fantasy, a very frantic deep throating was taking place. Alan was doing all he could to hold off from cumming, and it was only his fervent use of his PC muscle technique that kept him holding on.
At one point she pulled off to gasp for air, and he thought he could use that moment to push her away, but she latched back on and sucked him all the way back down again. Fuuuck! he thought. Fuck, THAT was her break for air?! I'm screwed! Can't... can't... AH! UH!
He was about to give up the strained battle when she said "I do!" in her mind.
That was such a great arousing rush for her that she was clobbered by a tremendous orgasm. Her lips were only a fraction of an inch from reaching her goal of his pants zipper, which meant she'd truly swallowed him to the root. She tried to keep going, but her legs turned to jelly and she couldn't even remain kneeling.
He had already closed his eyes in anticipation of the intense orgasmic wave about to come, only to discover that she was lying on the ground and his erection was bobbing in the air, slathered with saliva but unattended.
It took him some moments to recover and confirm that he wasn't going to cum after all. He gingerly tucked his erection away and zipped up his fly. He was still worried that the slightest touch might set him off.
She was down but not out. She looked up and honestly complained, "Hey! What's the big idea? I was enjoying sucking on that."
"I noticed!" he joked. "God, that was good. But I don't want this to be about my pleasure; tonight is about making YOU happy. Besides, I want to seal that with a kiss. Plus, you're going to need your hands and mouth free in a minute."
She thought as she pouted, Who says the blowjob is for YOUR pleasure? I was loving that! That fantasy was so intense! Well, hopefully we'll get back to that in a minute. I want to see what his other gift is. What could it be that'll top a collar? A branding iron?! I swear, there's no telling with this boy!
Then he got down on one knee so he and Glory could share a kiss.
As the kiss went on and on, she thought, Gloria Rhymer, you've really gone and done it this time! Deeper and deeper you fall into this madman's pit of depravity. He's probably the only boy in Southern California with his own harem, and here I am, wearing his collar! He just collared me while I deep throated him, for fuck's sake! Why does that make me feel so horny?! Why does that make me feel so loved?! And that fantasy "wedding" was totally fucked up, but it aroused me even more! I should be punching the cheeky bastard, but he thrills me to the bone!
And he thought, Holy fuck! Sweet Jesus! That was some fuckin' mind-melting deep throat! I swear, Glory is the undisputed queen of blowjobs. Her throat feels just like a tight cunt, and then her hot little tongue darts everywhere. And then those sliding lips on top of all that. Man! Not even Suzanne can do all that at once the way she does. If I didn't love her at all, I'd want her in my harem simply for her deep throats. The ultimate pleasure! But thank God I love her all up too. I can't believe she just took my collar like that. Totally sweet!