Fuckyeah, I’m going to enjoy this. I’m going to savor it like a perfectly cooked filet mignon paired with a delicious wine.
“That’s it, boy,” she says, still looking directly at me. “You needed this, didn’t you?”
I’m not sure if that’s directed at me or him—or both of us—but I remain silent.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he softly moans.
I realize now she’s got a couple of towelsspread out, one on her desk and hanging over the edge under Declan, and one on the floor under them. A thin string of pre-cum drips from the tip of his cock, which is hard and hanging below him, onto the towel, where there’s already a small puddle forming.
I spit in my right hand. He flinches at the sound and looks over as I cup my erection, a startled cry escaping him when he spots me sittingthere.
Casey shoves a hand between his shoulder blades to keep him from standing up. “Oh, no, you don’t,” she says. “Hands stay right where they are, or you’ll end up locked up for a damn month. Don’t try me,boy.” That’s when I realize Declan’s been set up, too.
He obviously had no clue she’d staged this.
“Don’t mind me,” I say as I give myself a stroke. With my free hand I roll my shirt andundershirt up and out of the way. “Pretend I’m not even here.”
Likehellam I wasting this opportunity. I’ll think about what it all means later.
The slithering inside me catches up to my sleeping Dom, who awakens and stretches. My sadist is now paying attention and watching the events with decided interest. They happily merge and join forces as my gaze meets Declan’s and I spot the absoluteterror in his brown eyes.
I don’t even realize I’m grinning until Casey chuckles.
“Therehe is. Welcome back, old George.”
“Thanks.”
Declan’s still watching me, his eyes wide with fear and meeting my gaze while Casey long-strokes him. The terror painted across his face makes my cockthrob. I squeeze my fingers around the head, holding, waiting, breathing through it. I damn sure don’t wantto come yet.
This is too good of an opportunity to waste.
My grin widens, nearly as painful as my cock. Feels like I haven’t smiled in…
Well, nearly two years.
Not like this.
“Questions?” she asks me.
I take a slow stroke with my fist. “A bunch that can wait until later.” I drag my focus from him back to her, just to find her also wearing a wide grin.
Ooooh, yeah, this was mostdefinitelyon purpose on her part.
It also hits me now why he arrived so quickly on Sunday morning—he must have already been at Casey’s house.
He was very likely her date Saturday night, too, if I had to guess.
“I’m going to offer you a trade, George,” she says.
“What kind of trade?”
She takes a couple of slow strokes inside Declan’s ass, making his eyes drop closed and pulling a moan from him despitehis previous visible shock and horror over my unexpected appearance.
“It’s my understanding you’ve never been with a guy before, but I think you should fuck the boy. I think you both really need it. I know he does—he hasn’t come in two weeks. Didn’t mean to make him wait that long, but we’ve been busy and he’s very obedient.”
God help me, my pulse races in anticipation. I’ve never fucked a guy,except I honestly don’t know if I have it in me to be with a woman yet. My soul feels too raw, too painful.
But Declan doesn’t remind me of Ellen.
