“Good boy.”
I preened under the praise even though the pet name grated. I shoved the feeling away, telling myself to shut the fuck up.
“You don’t like being praised?”
“It’s fine,” I lied.
A dark, sensual laugh rumbled softly from him, setting my teeth on edge.
“Liar. Do you have a safe word?”
“No.”
“Hmm. That’s not good.”
“Never needed one.”
“You’re gonna need one now.”
I swallowed, waiting for him to continue. As much as my brain hated the idea, my cock didn’t. That fucker throbbed in my hand like it had a heartbeat all its own.
“I’ll make it easy on you. Red is stop. Green is go. Yellow is slow down.”
A dip of my chin was all the response I could muster.
“I need words, vato. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I’m not a fucking idiot.”
He advanced on me. One moment, he was on the other side of the room, and the next, he stood in front of me. His hand shot out and wrapped around my throat.
“Don’t get smart with me, vato.”
Using the grip on my throat, he backed me out of the kitchen into the living room, only stopping when the back of my legs hit the front of the couch. The coffee table that sat in the middle of the L-shaped sofa got shoved out of the way by his booted foot.
A strangled gasp I tried to hold back escaped, and he leaned in, licking at my lips.
“Don’t you dare silence yourself. I want it all. Every gasp, groan, moan, and cry. You wouldn’t want to rob me of those, would you, vato?”
My head wiggled back and forth, and he captured my lips. There was no other word for it. He took my mouth and owned it. Lips, teeth, tongue. They all ravaged me, and the battle between my head, heart, and cock turned into a full-blown war. My gray matter had a fit, but everything living below it did a jig and begged for more.
He pushed me away, his eyes locked on my lips. A whimper bubbled up from within as his tongue swiped across his full lips like he was savoring the flavor of me on his lips.
A slow smile turned up his mouth at the corners as he released my neck. His fingertips moved down my chest, tweaking my nipples. “Turn around and get on your knees facing the couch.”
My body spun and dropped onto the cushions, moving into place before my brain even registered the command. For that’s what it was—a command. Similar to ones I’d given to tens if not hundreds of people in the past, but it wasn’t something I’d ever been on the receiving end of.
“Damn, vato. The ass on you.”
Twisting my chin to look back at him over my shoulder, and came face-to-face with his cock, and drool pooled in my mouth. I leaned forward, dragging my tongue over the head. Salty flavor burst in my mouth like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
The sound he made… a cross between a groan and a growl, tightened my balls and made my cock pulse. I was on the verge, and we hadn’t even started yet.
Pain shot through my skull as he knotted his hand in my hair and pulled me off his dick.
“I didn’t give you permission to do that, vato. Papi is in charge. Remember?”
I nodded, and my once-dissident brain lay down in the corner of my mind like a chastised puppy desperate to be obedient.
