Taylor looked at me, silent, and for a moment I wondered whether he was genuinely confused.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he didn’t have a master plan.
Maybe this was all he wanted to do.
I tried to not feel…disappointed.
But then he grabbed the end of the leash, and tugged it, and my collar went with it, forcing me to lean forwards.His gaze raked over my face — past my temples and cheeks, up over my chin, lingering at my mouth, and finally resting on my eyes.
“Get on the floor.” His voice was raspier than usual.
I glared at him, hoping it disguised the thrill that shot through my body. I got on the floor.
“On your knees,” he said.
Huffing, I shifted so I was on my knees. At least I still had my pants on, so the carpet wouldn’t rough up my bare skin.
“Now,” he said, tugging the leash so I was forced to look right up at him. “Beg to suck my cock.”
My jaw dropped open. “What?” I demanded.
Sure, I’d let him suckle on my chest, so saying words should’ve been less of a big deal. But this was about my dignity.
“You heard me,” he said. “Beg for it.”
“No.”
He tightened the leash an inch, forcing me to move my head closer. “Rules are rules, remember. I won the competition, which means I won you.” He dragged his thumb across my bottom lip. “Don’t be a sore loser.”
I clenched my jaw, furious. “I’m not a sore loser. I’m on my knees for you, aren’t I? I’m wearing this fucking dog collar, aren’t I?”
“It’s not a dog collar. For your information, it was very expens—”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I hissed. “Taylor —”
“Archie,” he interrupted, pushing his thumb past my lips, into my mouth. “Slaves don’t argue.” He paused. “I want you to finish the story you were telling me.”
That distracted me from my anger. “The story?” I asked, confused.
“The one from the first competition. You said that you would suck my cock until your eyes watered.”
The memory of my filthy words came back to me with the force of a flood.Until tears were streaming down my cheeks. Until you were deep in my throat. Until I could think of nothing but you.
How had I said those things? What had I been thinking?
I couldn’t be too hard on myself. It had been in the heat of the moment, and I’d won that competition.
Now, I gazed into Taylor’s eyes, and I realised he wasn’t just asking to humiliate me. He genuinely wanted to hear the story. Sure, I was the one on my knees, with a collar around my neck. But in that moment, I held the power.
I took a deep breath. Okay. I could do this.
“I would have sucked you off whenever,” I said quietly, and Taylor’s gaze intensified, his irises appearing darker than usual.
“In the middle of the day. In the middle of the night. Even right after a soccer game, when your skin was all shiny with sweat. But the times I thought about it the most were when we’d just finished training. We’d all be in thechange rooms, and you’d come out of the shower in a towel, and…and I’d be able to smell you. Your soap, your shampoo, your deodorant. It smelled so fucking good. I hated that, you know. The fact that even the way you smelled was perfect. Clean and fresh, but masculine too.”
I rested both of my hands on his thighs, and his cock twitched. He didn’t react though. He kept his eyes right on mine.
“I thought about getting on my knees, right there, on the bathroom tiles.” I stroked his thighs up and down, very slowly. “And I’d say…”
