"Mama will be here in thirty minutes. I know she's going to love you."
Vanessa smiled at Jason's child-like enthusiasm. They'd been together three months and from the beginning he'd made it clear his mother was the most important woman in his life. He had asked Vanessa to marry him, on the condition that Mama agreed.
"I feel a little anxious," he said, glancing at the navy blue armchair he'd moved into her apartment. The place was small, one bedroom and one bath with a crowded living room and a kitchen big enough for one.
He sat down in the chair and Vanessa immediately dropped to her knees. Unzipping his jeans, she pulled out his hard member and began to run her tongue up and down its length the way he'd taught her.
He was big. Eight inches long and three inches round. He could it to bring her pleasure and pain. Sometimes she thought he preferred pain.
He rubbed her behind the ear as if she were an obedient dog. "That's my girl," he groaned.
Vanessa no longer felt shame by the way he treated her. She had tried to resist, she remembered, drawing the tip of his cock into her mouth, but he'd eventually broken her will.
One time he'd sent her an outfit—a short skirt and revealing top—with a message to be dressed by the time he arrived. He hadn't sent underwear but since the skirt was so short she'd put on a lacy pair. He had been furious, yelling at her for being disobedient.
Then he'd left.
Instead of thinking good riddance, she'd called him, leaving message after message, pleading with him to call her. He didn't.
Desperate, she'd finally gone to his place. When he'd answered the door, he'd opened it just wide enough for her to see another woman inside. Distraught, she'd run to her car and drove away.
But something had driven her to go back and, when she did, she'd seen him fingering another woman's pussy as they stood by his car.
When he'd showed up at her place a week later, he never said a word. He pushed her to her knees with a not-so-gentle hand on her shoulder, and she had known exactly what to do.
Then he'd moved in, bringing the blue chair with him. He'd told her that every time he sat in it, she was to suck him off until he came.
She felt his cock grow longer and harder. His body tensed and then he released a shuddering breath as his sperm shot into her mouth. She struggled to swallow before any of the hot, salty liquid could spill out. He never deep-throated her.
He wanted her to lose some, so he could punish her.
