I followed him eagerly, my pulse quickening with each step. The path took us past the cemetery and into a small, wooded area that separated the church property from the neighboring fields. As soon as we were out of sight of the parking lot, Connor’s demeanor changed. His shoulders straightened, his stride lengthened, and when he turned to look at me, his eyes had that dangerous glint that made my knees weak.
“You just couldn’t behave yourself, could you?” he asked, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that sent shivers down my spine.
“I missed you,” I said, trying to sound innocent but failing miserably. “Can you blame me?”
In one swift motion, he had me backed against a tree, his body pinning mine. “Yes,” he growled, his mouth hovering just inches from mine. “I can absolutely blame you. We’re supposed to be careful.”
“No one saw,” I argued weakly, my breath catching as his hand slid up to grip my jaw. “Well, except Evelyn and Mrs. Henderson. But she’s not gonna tell anyone?—”
“That’s not the point.” His thumb traced my bottom lip, his eyes following the movement. “The point is that you deliberately disobeyed me. And what happens to disobedient boys?”
I swallowed hard. “They… uh… get punished.”
“That’s right.” He pressed his thigh between my legs, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. “On your knees.”
The command sent a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. I glanced around nervously. “Here? But what if?—”
“I said,” he interrupted, his voice dangerously soft, “on yourfuckingknees.”
His tone left no room for argument. I sank down slowly, the pine needles cushioning my descent. From this position, I had to look up to see his face, shadowed now in the fading light, theangle making the cowboy hat topple off my head. He towered over me, powerful and in control, exactly how I wanted him.
“You’ve been teasing me all evening,” Connor said, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. “Making me hard in a room full of people. What am I supposed to do with that, pup?”
“I—” The words caught in my throat as I watched him slide the leather through the loops of his jeans. My mouth went dry at the familiar sound, a Pavlovian response that had my cock straining against my zipper immediately.
“You what?” Connor prompted, one eyebrow raised as he finished unbuckling. “You’re sorry? Because you don’t look sorry, pup.”
“I’m not,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Not even a little bit.”
A dangerous smile curved his lips. “At least you’re honest.”
He unzipped his jeans slowly, the metallic rasp of the zipper loud in the quiet woods. I licked my lips in anticipation, my eyes fixed on his movements. The lights from the church parking lot were just distant enough to cast everything in shadows, but I could still make out the massive bulge straining against his underwear.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
I complied immediately, my lips parting as he pushed his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock. It sprang forward, already hard and leaking. The sight made me whimper with need.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Connor asked, wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft. “To get me all worked up in public, so I’d have to drag you out here and use that pretty mouth of yours?”
I nodded eagerly, unable to tear my gaze away from his cock. “Yes, sir.”
“Such an eager little slut,” he murmured, and the words sent heat flooding through me. “Always so desperate for my cock.”
He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against my lips. I opened wider, my tongue darting out to taste the salty precum beading at the tip. Connor hissed in pleasure, his free hand coming up to grip my hair tightly.
“No hands,” he ordered when I reached for him. “Behind your back.”
I obeyed, clasping my hands behind me, making myself completely vulnerable to him. The position forced me to rely entirely on my mouth, exactly how he wanted me.
“Good boy,” he praised, the words sending a thrill through me despite the circumstances. “Now take it.”
Without warning, he thrust forward, pushing his cock past my lips and into the wet heat of my mouth. I moaned around him, the thick weight of him heavy on my tongue. He didn’t give me time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that had me struggling to breathe around him.
“This is what happens,” he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair, “when you tease me, pup. You get my cock down your throat until you learn your lesson.”
I whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as he hit the back of my throat. But I didn’t pull away. I wanted this, I wanted to be used, to please him, to be his good boy even while being punished.
“Look at me when you suck my cock,” he barked, giving my hair a tug.
