Price of Betrayal 4: Tanya Learns Her Limits - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 4: Tanya Learns Her Limits

... was pouring down my bare chest, but I was no closer to relieving the throbbing in my cock. "God damn, son-of-a-bitch!" I moved to the chin-up bar, and I had completed twenty when I saw movement at the door. I dropped one hand and hung there, looking at Tanya who was standing in the doorway, staring at me. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I snarled. "I told you to go to bed." "I know, Sir. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help thinking that something was wrong." She dropped her eyes to the floor. "Did I do something to make you angry, Sir?" "Not as such," I sighed, resuming my chin-ups. "Yes, you did something, but not intentionally, and I'm angry at myself, not you." "Why, Sir?" Her eyes slowly came up, and I saw them widen when they stopped at my crotch. "That's why," I said, dropping to the floor and moving to the weight machine. I set it to two hundred pounds and lay back. "I have better control than this usually, and it's pissing me off." I started lifting the weights, but I stopped when she kneeled next to the bench. I frowned at her. "What the hell are you doing? Go to bed." "No, Sir." I sat up. "No? Please tell me you did not just say no to me." "I did, Sir," she said, her eyes on the bulge in my shorts. She slowly reached out and cupped my balls before trailing her fingers along the shaft. I sucked in my breath. She dropped her eyes, but continued her motions. "This is my fault. Please let me help you, Sir." "Tanya..." I trailed off when she slid her hand into my shorts ...

... from the bottom and grasped me tightly before sliding her hand up and down once. "Fuck!" I had never come from a hand job before unless it was my own, but, as Ella had said, there might be a first time for everything. "Tanya," I tried again, "you're hurting." "Is that a yes, Sir?" Her head was down, and I couldn't see her face, but I could have sworn she was laughing at me. I swung my feet toward her and said, "It's a fucking yes." She looked up and grinned. I lifted my hips, and she slid my shorts down. I crooked my finger and pointed to the floor in front of me. She scooted over, only wincing a little. "You can start," I said, leaning back on my hands, "but I'm going to finish. Do you understand what I am saying?" "Yes, Sir," she said, and her eyes twinkled. She immediately grasped my cock again and lowered her mouth to it. I let her run her tongue up and down me, and then she took me in her mouth. After such a long time being hard, I wasn't sure how long I would last, so after a few minutes, I pulled her off. "Hands behind your back," I said. When she complied, I grabbed her head, fisting my hands in her hair. "Good girl. Now don't move. Open up,"I said. She stuck her hand out and opened her mouth as wide as it would go. "No fucking teeth," I said, slowly sliding in. "I really don't want to have to punish you again tonight." She nodded as best she could, and I slid back out, I said, "Eyes on mine." She looked surprise, but did as she was told. I took two more slow strokes ...