“What do you find so funny, boy?” Sir asked, pulling my hair gently so I would meet his heated gaze.
“The cat.” I still never lied to this man.
“I hope you aren’t thinking about that thing playing with my toy?”
“No. Well…she likes to pick on you. It’s not my fault Butters likes me better, Sir.”
He hummed, but he wasn’t upset at all.
“Well, if you’d rather go play with the cat..”
“No. I want you to play with me. Sir.” I didn’t drop my gaze from his.
“Good boy.” His hand stayed in my hair a moment longer before he stepped back. “Undress me.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’d happily do so.
On my knees, I shuffled forward and slowly pulled off his pants. Thankfully, Sir wore easy things to take off. He hated suits, and with him now only working part-time, he didn’t wear fancy things all that often.
As I pushed the sweats down his legs, my mouth found his dick, which was already hard and ready to be worshiped.
“Did…did I give you permission to do that?” The words were more of a grunt, but still, I couldn’t help but press a kiss to the head before licking across the slit.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t.”
“Oh, cheeky boy.” He stepped back so I couldn’t reach him with a shake of his head. “Now, be quiet. No playing.”
A whine settled in my chest, but I sat back on my heels. I didn’t want to rush, but this was Sir. I liked everything at once. It wouldn’t matter how many times we played around, I would always want him.
As the past few months went by, and I healed in every way possible, my sex drive seemed to like the idea of how much Sir owned me. I didn’t want him in a specific place, but I still wanted to taste him, tease him. My own needs weren’t a big issue, but Sir always got me to cum.
Sir bent over, pressing a deep kiss to my mouth. He left me panting as he stood, and one hand rubbed along his length at a leisurely pace.
I wanted to do that.
“Don’t pout, boy. You’ll get this guy in a few.”
Sir stood in front of me, teasing himself and knowing that alone was making me hot and full of need to take care of his needs. My hands clenched on my knees. It took everything in me not to reach out and take over for him.
“What should I do with my toy?” It wasn’t for me to answer, but my mouth watered, and my mind was only on him. All the nerves from before were mostly gone.
He could do almost anything to me. I silently begged him.
“So many options.” He paused, walking around the bed and out of my sight for a moment. “Up. On your back.”
As quickly as I could, I did as he ordered. Laying flat on my back, legs slightly spread and arms at my side, Sir crawled onto the bed. Then, he straddled my legs closer to my feet before he bent and took my cock into his mouth.
I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or beg as he deepthroated me in one swift move. This was the best thing ever. I could die right now and be happy.
All too soon, Sir pulled off my cock, spit stringing from his mouth. He was a sight to see.
“Sir.” I didn’t know what I wanted other than more of him. Always him.
“Not yet, my boy.” With that, he dipped down, sucking the tip into his mouth.
Oh. That was new.
I bucked up, seeking more. If he kept that up, I wasn’t going to last long. It shot warm sparks through my entire body.
