“I do like to be in control,” I admitted.
“Yeah, that’s it. I like it when you’re in control.”
“You’re submissive that way,” I said.
“I’m not, like, a masochist or anything. I don’t want to be hurt. Not that you ever have hurt me.”
“You can be submissive without it automatically being a BDSM thing.”
He nodded. “Then, yeah. I guess I am. I like…being taken care of.”
“Being treated like a prince?” I suggested.
He burrowed his nose against my neck. “Yeah.”
“Do you ever want to be mistreated?” I asked.
He stiffened. “Like how?”
“Not mistreated,” I corrected myself in a hurry. “I meant that we know you like praise, but it’s also common for people to like degradation.”
“Like what? Like being called names?” He was straightening up, being roused from his relaxed state.
I started stroking his hair again, trying to relax him. “Yeah. It’s okay if you don’t. I was only asking.”
“What kind of names? Ugly?”
“I’d never call you ugly,” I murmured. “I won’t call you anything you don’t like.”
“What kind of names did you mean, then?”
“Some people like being called a slut.”
Leo frowned. “I’m not a slut,” he said. “Why do people want to be called sluts?”
“Some people like the mix of praise and degradation. Like being called a pretty slut.”
I felt rather than heard Leo’s inhale of breath. He was quiet for a long moment. “Do you like the mix of praise and degradation?” he asked, eventually.
I made a non-committal noise. “It’s not a huge thing,” I said. “But if someone told me I was a pretty cocksucker, I wouldn’t be mad.”
Once again, Leo inhaled sharply. I stopped talking and waited in case he wanted to say something.
After a long while, he slid his hand down my stomach until it rested on my lower belly, so close to my erection, and yet so far. He massaged the skin, and I let out a low groan.
“Winnie?”
“Yes?” I managed.
“I don’t think I’d mind it if you called me a pretty cocksucker.”
Although I’d said the same words moments ago, when Leo said them, they sounded different. Not just filthier but more impactful. My cock throbbed.
“Oh?” I breathed. I reached out and rubbed the pad of my thumb against his bottom lip. “Do you want to show me what that talented mouth can do?”
Leo didn’t waste any time. He lay down on the bed, between my spread legs, and I felt the subtlest hint of his exhale on the underside of my length.
“You want me to suck it?” he whispered.
