“And…it was manipulative.”
His grip tightens, sending shivers down my spine. “Good boy. At least you can admit it.”
The praise washes over me like warm honey, settling in my core. Good boy. Two simple words that shouldn’t affect me, yet they do.
Slade’s free hand moves to the waistband of his boxer briefs. He pushes them down just enough to free his cock, already hard. My mouth waters at the sight—thick and veined, the head flushed dark.
“Open your mouth,” he commands.
I obey without hesitation, parting my lips. His hand guides my head forward.
“Take me in,” he instructs. “Slowly. Use your tongue.”
I open wider, allowing the blunt head to slide past my lips. The taste is clean from his shower. I flatten my tongue against the underside, feeling the ridge of the crown as it passes.
“That’s it,” Slade murmurs. “Now suck.”
I create suction, hollowing my cheeks as I’ve learned he likes. His grip on my hair tightens in response, a grunt of approval escaping him.
“Take more,” he directs. “Halfway down, then back up. Find your rhythm.”
I follow his instructions, taking him deeper with each downward motion, then retreating until just the head remains between my lips.
“Use your hand on what you can’t fit,” Slade says, guiding my right hand to the base of his shaft. “Work it in time with your mouth.”
The dual sensation makes him even harder. I feel powerful despite my submissive position—capable of giving this controlled, commanding man pleasure.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I raise my eyes to meet his, continuing the motion of my mouth and hand. The intensity in his gaze makes my cock throb beneath the towel. His expression is focused, intent, pupils dilated with arousal.
“Good boy,” he praises, the words sending another surge of lust through me. “You’re learning quickly.”
His hips begin to move, shallow thrusts that test my limits. When I gag, he eases back.
“Breathe through your nose,” he instructs. “Relax your throat. Don’t take more than you can handle.”
I adjust my position, following his guidance. Each instruction makes the experience better, more pleasurable for both of us.
Slade’s breathing grows heavier, his hand tightening in my hair. “I’m getting close,” he warns. “But not yet. Not like this.”
He pulls me off him with firm pressure on my scalp. I gasp for breath, lips feeling swollen and sensitive. A thin line of saliva connects my mouth to his cock for a moment before breaking.
“Stand up,” he says. “Drop the towel.”
I rise on unsteady legs, the towel falling away as I stand. My cock juts out, flushed and dripping. Slade’s eyes drop to it, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Eager,” he observes. “But you don’t get to come yet. That’s part of your punishment.”
The denial sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. The contradiction confuses and excites me—being denied somehow makes me want it more.
“On the bed,” Slade orders. “On your back.”
I do as instructed, the sheets cool against my heated skin. Slade steps out of his boxer briefs, finally naked. His body is magnificent—strong shoulders, narrow waist, powerful thighs. His cock stands proud from a nest of dark curls, thick and intimidating.
He reaches into the nightstand drawer, retrieving a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms. I blink in surprise.
“Where did you get those?” I ask before I can stop myself.
