“Wanted to do this all afternoon. No more talking.”
I trembled, my hard-on consuming nearly all of my attention as he stood and then walked around in front of me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, but he hunkered down, winking at me as he went, and did something under the chair.
Next thing I knew, the headrest snapped downward. I gasped, felt like I was falling, but he grabbed my hair and held my head up. My chest and the rest of me were still supported by the chair. I struggled, but not much, as I watched him unbutton and unzip his fly. Anticipation had me trying to pull my arms away from the chair, but the straps held firm. He tugged out a fat, delicious-looking cock I wanted really badly. Hell, why had I been upset about the idea of him fucking me?Yes, please.I wanted to talk, to beg. Instead, I licked my lips and opened for him, urging him on as much as I could without words.
He dropped his hold on himself to take my glasses. I gasped as I heard them fly and clatter on the counter nearby. The disorientation from not being able to see wasn’t as bad as if I’d been blindfolded, but the only thing I could really focus on clearly now was his dick right in front of me. He grasped himself near the base of his cock again. He wasn’t cut, and I hadn’t seen much of that before. He didn’t ask if he could fuck my mouth and I was glad. I didn’t know what the fuck type of punishment I would have earned if he asked me to talk after telling me to be quiet. Not that he seemed like a Dom who would set traps, but my mind was swinging some strange fucking places.
He stepped in and didn’t mess around, simply forced the head of his cock between my lips. The foreskin slipped back and was strange and exciting against my tongue, and the extra salty burst of tang had me whining. The angle was bad for dick sucking, but that didn’t stop him from ramming into my mouth while I drooled and did my best to be accommodating.
“Fuck, River, you’re shocking like this. Fucking gorgeous.”
My face heated with something other than the stress and strain of the angle he’d forced my head, and the additional fact that I was hard enough to use my dick as a tent pole. A few more pumps of his shaft between my lips, and then he pulled out, gave himself a single jerk with his fingers, and striped my face in thick white ropes of cum. One after another, the jets pulsed from him and landed on me, and I flinched and strained against the restraints each time. I wanted to taste him, but somehow only a few stray drops landed on my tongue. Growling in frustration, I licked at his spunk on my lips, and it was really fucking good.
Trembling, I let my head drop when he released my hair, and only realized when the sting was gone how bad it had hurt to have him tugging on it that way. I missed the pain immediately. I figured we were done. Sir had gotten off, taken what he wanted from me, and I was honestly okay with that. I’d fulfilled my purpose for the night. I’d brought him here like he wanted, I’d listened to his orders. I’d served him. The weird tingly subby part of myself that loved to be useful was overjoyed, and I closed my eyes to revel in that wave of pleasure that came withbeing goodbefore all the other shit came crashing back in on me.
But then Paxton was behind me again. He straddled my hips and used his knees to press my legs tight together. One of my balls wasn’t in the most comfortable spot, but it didn’t hurt. I gasped as he muscled my body forward with a strong grip on my hips. His fingers bit into my sides.
“Move,” he demanded.
So I did. If he wanted to see me get off, I’d do it. I bit my lip while my face got hot from all the blood rushing into it where it was hanging down, and I rubbed against the fucking seat. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was the metal support underneath the chair.
“Poor lad, you seem to need something, there. What is it?” There was laughter in his voice.
Humiliation rolled over me and my entire body clenched with it. He gave my ass a hard smack, and that was it. I jutted my hips in tiny thrusts against the chair, and somehow the head of my dick got caught at a different angle and pressed firmly against the padded seat. The extra pressure pushed me over the edge.So good.My vision whited out for a second. I gasped and shook as a too good heat rolled through me, something so sharp and pure that I already knew I’d be too fucking needy afterward. Want more. Want him.
I shivered, sagged against the chair, and crashed from my orgasm high.
Sir laughed. “You get to walk around sticky. That’s your punishment for being a smartarse.” There were sounds like he was straightening his clothes, a zipper going up, rustling. Then he was unhooking the straps on my arms, but I didn’t shift around right away. Couldn’t. He stepped down off the chair.
“Has it been long enough?” I asked, trying to steer us back toward normalcy even though I was lying in a quickly cooling puddle of my own cum.
“Reckon so.”
I rolled onto my back and slowly sat up, swiping the cum from my face as best as I could. I resisted the urge to suck his jizz off my fingers and instead wiped the mess on my pants. My blood rushed back where it belonged and had me reeling. “My… my glasses?”
Jayce came closer, so I held out my hand, but was startled when he dropped the frames onto my nose for me. I sat perfectly still as he adjusted the bridge of the glasses up my nose, and I swallowed hard at how careful he was with me—with the glasses. They weren’t even smudged. I hugged my knees and thought about just leaning against him. He was close enough to the chair that I probably could. Instead I uncurled myself and climbed to my feet on the other side, putting the chair between us. I was not going to be fucking stupid about this.
“Let’s go find Vic.” I didn’t wait for Paxton to answer, just headed for the door and left. Rent was still on playroom bouncer duty when we came out into the main room, so I quickly asked him to direct me to Vic, and he was kind enough to let me know he was in his office. I hung my head, seething at myself and watching my feet rather than the crowd as I led the way.
Paxton snagged my arm to keep me from walking into a girl with a tray of shots, and I gave her an apologetic smile. I was spacy as hell, and I didn’t mind when he grabbed my other arm and pressed himself against my back. We walked together down another short hallway until we came to the office I knew well, from many late nights that blurred into early mornings.
Knocking on the solid black metal door, I didn’t wait for a response, simply opened it.
Vic sat behind his desk, carbon steel to match the door, and didn’t seem shocked to see me—but then again, I didn’t know that I’d ever seen him surprised by anything. He ran a hand through his brownish-blond hair and smiled at me, sliding his gaze along my front in a predatory way that was very sweet, considering he saw top-of-the-line asses day in and day out.
“You’re too kind.”
Vic chuckled, and Jayce closed the door behind us with a loud thud. Vic smirked and glanced at him. “And good to see you again. Please sit. I assume I’m needed.”
Rather than do as he’d said, I tugged up the sleeve on my thin black shirt and held it toward him as I walked to his desk and stopped in front of a chair. The bruise on my arm was uglier-looking than it had been earlier, and I hadn’t thought that would be possible. Jayce stood behind the other chair and rested his hands on it while staring at Vic, not me.
“You don’t use?” he asked, like he wasn’t sure.
“Nope. So I was drugged last night. Nonconsensual.”
Vic’s scowl sent an entirely different set of tingles down my spine. I’d seen that look on King before. “Not here,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“No, Sir.” Jayce rested a hand on my shoulder and my breath caught, but fuck it. Vic was a Dom here. I was used to sometimes calling him Sir. And besides, Jayce was a pretend Dom anyway. But Jayce only smiled at me. Did I look worse than I thought? He held his phone out to Vic, who took it with interest.
