“In my bag. I always carry spares.”
Once that’s finished and my education is complete, I turn and hold my hands out to him, wiggling my fingers. He takes them and I pull him to his feet and into my arms. “If you’re not wearing Duck, should I not ask you to get on the floor?”
He smiles but I can tell he’s not in subspace any longer. Not even close.
That’s okay, because I’ll have fun dropping him into it again.
“I can kneel just fine without it on.” Before I can order it, he drops to his knees and bows for me.
There’sthe view I fantasized about. The gentle ridges of his ribs, and the way his spine nicely curves to disappear at the seam of his gorgeous ass.
He nuzzles the tops of my feet with his lips. “Like this, Sir? Am I doing it right?”
My cock’s so hard it’s throbbing. “Oooh, buddy, that’sperfect.”
He looks up and catches the view of my erection before his gaze meets mine again.
I smile. “Go ahead.”
He sits up and I don’t press or rush as he swallows me. He doesn’t take me all the way to the root at first, and that’s okay. He’s eager, which is more important, in my book. I can teach him proper technique, but I have no desire to force someone who doesn’twantto be forced.
He takes maybe half of me into his mouth and then starts playing with the head with his tongue. I recognize he’s doing things to me that I did to him, using the same technique.
Clever boy.
My smile widens as I stroke his hair. “Such an eager boy you are,” I whisper. I can see his eyes glazing over again. I cradle his head in my hands and let him set the pace and depth. One day, I’d love to force him to take it, to enjoy watching him struggle and choke and make tears stream down his cheeks while he prays I let him take a breath soon.
Not tonight.
This weekend will be filled with fun, and fucking, and teaching Elliot all about the dark and dirty things I’m sure he’s imagined doing. Showing him things maybe he never even realized were possible.
Exploring.
Getting to know each other.
Monday morning, I want to be the smile on his face and the reason he can’t focus when he’s listening to aides or trying to pay attention during a committee meeting.
I want to be the reason he winces when he sits, and why his cock immediately wants to get hard at the same time.
I want him to want me, to wantmorewith me, to think about a future with me.
I want him obsessed with me.
Okay, maybe that comes off sounding a little creepy, but I don’t mean it to be. I’m intense, yes. I’ll own every bit of that.
Elliot’s the first guy I’ve ever felt like this about. Nothing to do with his leg, and everything to do with howeasythis feels with him.
I stare down into his blue eyes as my cock slowly disappears between his lips and I can imagine us doing this five years from now, ten, twenty, even. More.
For life.
My thumbs lightly rasp against the late-day stubble shadowing his cheeks and jaws. “You look perfect right there, pet,” I say. It hits me howrightthat term suits him. “Pet. Yes, I think you’re more a pet than a boy, aren’t you?”
He softly moans around my cock.
I rub the back of his head with my fingers. “Did I just push a magic button for you,pet?”
He whimpers and it’s all I can do not to explode in his sweet, warm mouth.
