My cock is hard and thick and ready for action as I mount the stairs to take Eddie his dinner. No shit, I haven’t been this horny inyears.
When I open the bathroom door, I find him kneeling on the floor, ass in the air and head down on his hands, ass facing the door.
I see from the smear of lube that he’s already prepared.
Well, okay then.
I nearly drop the food in my hurry to set it down. “Good boy.” I quickly unzip, sheath myself in a condom, and sink home inside him, hard and deep.
We both moan and I hold still for a moment with my hands on his hips. “Sucha good boy,” I growl before I plow him, hard, fast, and deep. I almost blow too soon but manage to hold back long enough to reach around and jerk him off first before I finish.
As I kneel there and catch my breath, I stare at the mark on his lower back and press my thumb to it. “She wasn’t good enough for you, Eddie,” I tell him. “She didn’t deserve a good boy like you.”
From the way his body starts shaking, I know he’s crying. “Thank you, Sir.”
I pat his ass, withdraw, and clean up. He maintains his position. “You can clean up and eat, pet.”
He nods, but he’s still softly crying.
I lock him in the bathroom and leave him to process all of that.
* * * *
I return an hour later and find him in the same position he was in when I left him.
But he’s cleaned up, eaten dinner, and washed his dishes.
“Did you get in position when you heard me coming?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. You can sit where you usually do.”
He does.
This won’t take long. I set another package of cookies on the sink and turn to stare down at him. “Are you complying only to save Carter, or because you really want to?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. “At first, to save Carter, Sir.”
“And now?”
“Because I really want to, Sir.”
I step back to the doorway. “If you could choose to keep doing what you and I are doing, with you earning more privileges and me taking care of you, would you be willing to discuss that?”
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you still love Carter?”
He’s slower to answer but eventually does. “Yes, Sir,” he quietly says. “I probably will always love him.”
“Do you regret letting him go?”
He nods. “I do, Sir.”
“Do you think you could come to feel something for me?”
“Maybe, Sir.”
