He commands, and I obey.
Ineedit that way, and he loves me for it.
“This was a good surprise, Master. Thank you.”
He tips his head back so he can look into my eyes. I know that mischievous smile he’s wearing. It’s an evil smile.
Carter has the same smile.
The bastard’s smile.
“Oh, this is only part one of the surprise.”
* * * *
After having a good dinner at a high-end steakhouse, we spend the night in Texarkana—us in a separate room from Carter—and Jace brutally and beautifully fucks my brains out of my head. By the time I finally collapse late that night, he’s made me come twice, fucking the first one out of me and fisting the second.
I awaken the next morning achy and sore in all the good ways, with nothing but warm, fuzzy feelings rolling around inside my brain. I rolled toward Jace overnight, my arm draped across his chest. I start to carefully get up, thinking he’s still asleep, but then he grabs my hair and tightly fists it.
“Where you think you’re going, baby?” he mumbles, cracking an eye open.
My heart skips a beat. I never realized how that wasn’t just bullshit. I mean, maybe that’s not what it physically does, but it sure feels like it, our souls connecting through a simple gaze.
I’m already moving toward his cock, even before he has to yank me down there.
My mouth’s watering, my own cock rock-hard. Jace only came once last night, but considering our ages, I’m not complaining.
As I engulf his cock his warm chuckle fills my ears and his painful grip turns gentle, tender. “Good boy. Take it for me.”
Absolutely, I will.
It doesn’t take me long to get him over, and when he finishes, I lie there with his softening cock in my mouth, waiting for my next order.
Smiling, he pats his chest and I carefully scramble up his body to snuggle there. He flips me onto my back, spits into his palm, and holds his hand out to me. “You’d better.”
I spit, too, and the friction against my cock, as that’s the only lube he uses this morning to jerk me off, is the good kind of painful that drives me over the edge in just a couple of minutes.
When he holds his hand up again, I grab it and eagerly lick it completely clean while he smiles. “Such agoodboy,” he whispers. “Myperfectpet.”
Yeah, I’m…gone. Between my raw cock and the subspace he’s slammed me into, he can ask me to do anything in this moment and I’ll happily agree.
What he does is wrap his arms around me and hold me tightly cuddled against his body while he whispers to me all the things he loves about me. Not just your average things, either.
All the dark and dirty things.
The filthy things.
He loves how I will completely debase myself for him without hesitation.
“If Carter wasn’t my brother,” he says, “You’d spend all day sitting on that back seat with an inflatable vibrating butt plug stuffed inside you and no pants.
My needy whimper amuses him because he darkly smiles. “Oh, yes, I absolutely would, baby. Lucky for you, I’m going to let you wear jeans and underwear, so you don’t make a mess on his seats.”
I whimper again, because I know he’s serious.
“Oh, and you’ll be wearing a new chastity cage I bought for you. Locked on.”
My moan makes him laugh because he feels my cock twitch between us.
