Hell, I mean,Iwant him to call me Sir, too, but I need to know this. “Becauseyouwant to, or becauseshewants you to?”
“BecauseIwant to, Sir.”
I hold his head clamped in my hands andkisshim. When she arrives, I want her to see him with his lips swollen from my kisses, with my marks on him,with my name on his lips.
“Askme,” I whisper. “Say my name, andaskme my permission to call me Sir.”
He studies me for a moment, his hands covering mine where they still cup his head, fingers curled around my wrists. Holding me there, not trying to free himself. “George, may I please call you Sir?”
I kiss him again, swallowing my pain, drinking in his youth and energy and hungry, eager need,feeling his cock harden as I devour him. I sweep my tongue through his mouth, over his teeth, dueling with his tongue, and want to leave him red-cheeked from our morning stubble rasping together, another subtle cue for Casey to see.
I want her to see what she could have withme.
I want her to see what she’s missing.
I want her to see that if she tries to deny me him, she’s going to have onehell of a fight on her hands.
She never should have let me have him, because if she doesn’tkeepletting me have him, Iwilltake him from her.
One way, or another.
“Beg me, baby,” I order him.
Casey must be a sadist, or he’s a quick study, or maybe it’s both. He hooks one leg around mine and grinds against me, pressing his forehead to mine. “George,please, Ineedto call you Sir. I’ll doanythingyou want me to, George.”
Now I’m wide awake. I roll him onto his back and blindly reach for a condom pouch on the nightstand. I can’t find one, but my hand lands on the bottle of lube.
Fuck it.
I’m still kissing him as I fumble the bottle open one-handed and flip it upside down so I can squeeze some into my palm. Then I drop it onto the bed and slick my cock. I’m already between histhighs, so I spread my knees, which forces his apart, and I begin pressing for entrance with a lube-covered finger.
He realizes what I’m doing. “George—”
“Begme or safeword, Dec.”
He looks confused, maybe stunned? And I don’t understand that but I don’t even care right now.
Because he grabs my head and pulls me in for a deep, sucking, needy kiss. “Pleasefuck me, George. Ineedto feel you.”
Motherfucker. His cock lays rock-hard between us, and not morning wood, either.
Hard like it was last night.
I notch the head of my cock against his rim, and thank god I lubed him up good last night. He grunts a little as I press into him, then I feel him push and I easily slide all the way in.
I gasp, freezing for a moment, needing to breathe through it. He’s hot and perfect and tighter thanhell. That little bit of latex made a hell of a difference in the sensation.
And then he hooks his feet behind my knees and starts rocking his hips. His voice sounds deeper, needier when he speaks again.
“Mark methere, too, George. You know you want to. Will you let me call you Sir after you breed me? Then will I be yours? Then can I call you my Sir?”
Our lips crash together as I practicallyflatten him into the pillow. I didn’t mean to bareback him, for a whole bunch of reasons. But we’re here now, and he has no idea he just said the magic words to unlock a very dark djinn living deep within me and release it from its unwilling exile.
“That any way to address your Sir,boy?” I mumble against his lips, earning me a needy whine in reply.
Declan tries to fuck me now, rubbing againstme, grinding his cock against my abs and his ass onto my cock.
I brace my left arm on the bed and reach between us with my right hand. “Eyes open and watch me, boy.”
