“I read this is called docking,” George grunted and pulled back to stand, depriving my dick of his touch. I couldn’t even try to process his words. “I’m going to cum all over you, boy. Mark you so you smell like me. And then I’ll let you come.”
“Yes,” I moaned, trying to thrust my hips while he jerked off over me. I wanted to come so badly, but a small part of me wanted to see him so turned on he lost it all over me. “Please, just let me come?”
George’s mouth opened in a perfect O, eyes glued to his dick as it let loose a stream over my abs, then another on my dick. The hot cum had me moaning as he squeezed out another dribble onto the head. Shivering once and letting himself go, George ran his fingers through the mess and rubbed it in, marking me and playing with me all at once. I was a hair trigger away from my own release when he stepped back.
“As much as I want my scent all over you, I think it’s time for a shower.”
“You bastard,” I cursed at him. “You said I could come and get this thing off.”
George shook his head at me, but said nothing as he undressed. He’d gone barefoot, without a jacket or tie, and his button-up shirt and slacks went on his chair. George bared himself and stood there naked before me. I should have cared what punishment would come from my words, but the sight of his body almost unmanned me.
Thick, muscular legs, arms that had seen the gym often, and all the confidence in the world. George was covered in black hair with silver threaded through, and I had a strong urge to bury myself in his chest hair.
“If you’re done drooling,” George drawled. I snapped my eyes back to his face where I found that smirk again, “I planned to give you a shower and make you come in there.”
“Oh,” I swallowed and felt my face heat. “Okay”
“Iplannedto, but now I have different plans.”
Fuck me sideways.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
GEORGE
Washing Basil was a delight.His cock ring was still in place with no sign of coming off soon, but I’d switched out the rope for handcuffs on a handlebar after cutting his shirt off. I’d had the room remodeled five years ago, and the designer pointed out I might need handles when I got older. I told her I didn’t care, as long as I got a steam shower with a bench and a large, jetted tub.
The handles and removable shower head were coming in very handy with the boy. I cleaned him thoroughly, and every time he grumbled or shied away, I’d ask if he wanted to come. When I got to his ass, I’d thought he would resist, but he leaned into my touch. Until I got to his hole.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? Cleaning you.” I rubbed the soap over his cheeks with my bare hands. “And I thought we were working on obeying with respect?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Basil replied, leaning back over for me. “But you’re not going to–?”
“Fuck your ass?” I asked bluntly, lining my dick up with Basil’s crack to reach around and wash his front. “Why do you think I’d do that?”
“Because I tried to kill you after my–a person confirmed you were a good target,” Basil paused on a moan when I washed his dick with one soapy hand. He continued when I moved on. “And you get to do what you want with me.”
“True.” I made him shiver when I got to his nipples and thrust my dick against his lower back. “Though I wasn’t a good target. You had bad intel.”
“She said you killed one of ours–” I cut off his words with a hand around his throat.
“You were lied to.” I tightened my grip, cutting off some blood flow, but not his airway. He needed to be conscious to hear me. “I will assume this person is Ivanna, who killed my cousin in cold blood to try to spark a war. I didn’t play along and made an agreement with Felix.”
“She what?” Basil tried to speak, but I wasn’t done.
“You should be blaming her for the situation you are currently in, not me.” I let his neck go and went for the shampoo. Caressing it into his darkened locks, I felt the tension radiating off Basil. He was in shock from the news or still afraid I’d take him right here. I could only clear up one of those worries. “I won’t fuck your ass unless you beg me for it, but I’ll gladly play with it to get you off.”
“What does that mean?”
After rinsing Basil’s hair, I put the shower wand back on its hook and turned it off. The steam still permeated the warm room, but I could see him clearly. Running one finger down Basil’s spine, I went all the way until I tapped his hole, making him jump. He was so responsive, and I wanted to try more new things with him.
“It means I can finger or tongue your ass and give you an orgasm that way.”
Basil looked over his shoulder at me in confusion. “Why?”
“Because it feels good,” I rubbed a circle around his hole and watched it pucker and soften under my touch. “Because I’d enjoy doing it to you.”
