In the shower he backs me against the wall, both our cocks hard and rubbing together.
And he smiles.
Thatsmile. With the steam billowing around us and the cool tile hard against my back, I feel my troubles fade away.
“We’re going to play a game tonight, boy,” he says, Sir totally in the house now. His hand closes over the front of my throat, pinning me to the wall but not clamping down hard enough to choke me.
Dammit.
My cock, however, is hard and aching, hoping for fun.
“A game, Sir?”
His hand wraps around my cock and squeezes until I whimper. “A game, boy.” His voice drops. “I want to see how pitiful my boy looks begging me for release tonight.”
Oooooh, fuck.
My cock’s throbbing like crazy now. “Begging, Sir?”
“Mmm-hmm. Ma’am left a certain something with me.”
I literally shiver, because I see the way his eyes light up over my fear.
Not full-on fear.
The fun kind of fear.
Thegoodkind of fear.
The kind of fear that shuts off my brain and makes my heart beat fast and hard.
I try to rock my hips to fuck Sir’s fist, but he presses his body against mine and pins me to the wall. “No. Tonight, I want you to hold it, boy.”
“Hold it, Sir?”
“That’s right.” He kisses me until I’m nearly desperate. “I own your ass now, don’t I, boy?”
Something about the hard edge to his voice melts me. “Yes, Sir. You do.” That is in no way a lie, either.
Heabsolutelyowns me.
He nips his way along my jaw, up to my ear. His whisper rumbles through my brain and straight to the center of my soul. “I promise I’ll always take good care of my boy. But there will be occasions, like tonight, where Sir wants to be a bastard because Iwantto be one. And because it’sfun.”
No shit, my knees nearly give out.
“Yes, Sir.”
He nips my earlobe. “Thatrule stays in place, by the way. No rubbing one out without permission. I won’t make you go weeks without, though. But you’remyboy.Itake care of that. Or your Ma’am might, when you’re with her. If you’re horny, you come begmefor it. She and I won’t play you against each other like that, either. She might make you hold it while you’re with her, but you can come to me later and ask for relief. Depending on how eagerly you convince me, you’ll probably get it.”
I whimper. I can’t help it—I’m damn near a puddle.
He eases me down to my knees and fists my hair. “Take the edge off for your Sir, boy. I want to go to this thing tonight relaxed and smiling.”
What do I do?
I open my fucking mouth, that’s what I do. I’m greedy and drooling to suck his cock down my throat. I proceed to devour him. I hold on to his legs and take him as deep as I can and savor every hungry groan he gives me.
I’m making him do that.
