Successfully doing my job means deliberatelynotdrawing the bad kind of attention to myself. No TV-worthy gossip, no news stories, and damn sure no scandals. Going on fake dates with a beard will be fine, because it means that most people won’t wonder if Elliot and I are secretly an item.
I continue playing with his left nipple, taking my time, grazing my nail over it while watching his reactions. My mouth waters a little when I see a drop of pre-cum pearling at the slit of his cock, but I don’t stop what I’m doing.
My boy needs to accept who’s in charge. Especially since he’s the one who asked me to do this in the first place.
His fingers flex around my arm, where’s he’s still gripping me. I lift my elbows a little. “Reach back, around me, and hold on. Keep your hands there or I’ll stop.”
He immediately complies. I love how he slides his hands up inside my blazer, his fingers hooking around my belt loops.
That’ll do.I gently roll his nipple between my index finger and thumb as his breathing grows quick and shallow. If the desperation building in his gaze is similar to looks I’m sure I used to wear when with Leo, then…yeah.
This is fuckingaddictive.
My mind spins out dozens of fantasies, all at the same time. Games I’ll play with him.
Tortures I’m sure we’ll both enjoy.
I had a great teacher, after all.
All of this while his blue eyes stare into mine and I realize that yes, I truly do own him.
At least I do in this particular moment.
The trick will be making sure he doesn’t regret this decision.
An unexpected wave of possessive energy washes through me. I tighten my grip in his hair. “You’re going to bemygood boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” he moans.
I pinch his nipple harder. “Going to do whatever I tell you to do for me?”
“Yes, Sir!”
I ease up a little, rolling his nipple again, smiling down at my horny, needy pet.
This is going to befun.
Looky there. It seems I have a sadistic streak in me after all. Who’d a thunk?
At least I already know first-hand the most devious ways to achieve the desire results.
After a few minutes of that, I switch to teasing his right nipple in much the same way, until he’s squirming under my hands and there’s a large smear of pre-cum all over his belly from where his cock shifts with every movement.
Unfortunately, this is a bit of unintended self-sadism going well beyond masochism on my part, because my cock is aching again despite the damned good blowjob he gave me earlier.
Yes, the boy will be spending time on his knees for me every day for the foreseeable future, I guarandamntee you that.
Hey, not like he won’t enjoy it.
Trust me, Iknow.
Not saying I won’t be sucking his cock on occasion, either.
Why am I able to drop my inhibitions with him and I haven’t been laid in six months? Well, for starters, the answer is rightthere—ItrustElliot. I know he’s not been out fucking around, and I know if he’s been having sex with Leo that he’s clear. Leo would never put me or Elliot in harm’s way fucking around, either.
I mean, I hope he would never do that.
Sure, maybe by doing this it opens a door for me and Leo. I don’t know.
