“Sir will do,” I murmured, grinning as I caressed up his arm to his shoulder. He let out a harsh laugh that sounded half like a gasp. “We’ll take it slow.”
“No, please don’t, Sir.” He looked at me then, gaze pleading. “I want you to fuck me. Make me yours.”
“You’re already mine,” I growled, and his eyes darkened. He clearly liked the sound of that. “You’re mine, Lamb, do you understand? Only my cock will fuck your hole, and you’ll only kiss me from now on. I’m yourSir. If you want to play, it’ll only be with me. Am I clear?”
He nodded and whimpered, his face flushed and forehead covered in sweat. “Yes, Sir. Fuck. Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. You’re such a good little slut. My slut.” I kissed him then, hard, and he groaned into my mouth, his cock jerking where it was caught between our bellies. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
I didn’t give him a chance to respond. Gripping his hips with my fingers, I pumped into him roughly. He worked with me, using his leverage to bounce up and down on my cock. His tightness squeezed at me, his warmth a glow that had me caught in a trap I never wanted to get out of.
River made me want in ways I’d never felt before and I couldn’t get enough. I curled my arms around his waist and held him against me, driving my cock into his hole like it was the last day on earth. Nothing had ever made me feel this aware of life—not when I was in Afghanistan fighting, not when I was stealing from stores as a teen for the adrenaline, not even when I was getting married to Alex. And even though the guilt about not feeling this way about Alex sat heavy in my stomach, I was happy because River gave me something no one had previously. Trying to explain it to someone would be too difficult. No one would understand.
I owned River and that made me feel powerful. I was going to take care of all his needs, sexual or not.
“Fuck, Sir, you’re so big.” River leaned against me, his forehead resting on my shoulder, and I kissed his neck, fucking into his hole hard and fast until our moans and groans were mixed together in a way so that not even I could tell us apart.
Everything was perfect. He was perfect.
Fuck, he completed me.
“Come for me, Lamb. Show me how much of a good boy you are,” I whispered in his ear.
He whimpered and rubbed his cock between us. “Sir, please.”
“Do it on your own,” I ordered. “Come for me. Make your Sir happy.”
He was so close; I could feel it in the way he tightened around me, and then he exhaled and groaned and his cock jerked. Cum shot from his slit, caking our stomachs with jets of splooge.
I wasn’t far behind him. My balls drew closer to my body and my skin prickled in excitement. Pleasure raced along my spine, and then I stiffened, my orgasm ripping through me like fireworks. I filled his hole with my cum until my balls were empty and I felt boneless, nothing more than a dummy grenade with nothing left to give.
“Fuck.”
River laughed tiredly. “You’re amazing, Sir.”
I reached behind him and freed his wrists. He touched my chest when his hands were loose and smiled, staring down at the red marks the tie had left behind.
“I won’t disobey you again, Sir.”
“You better not, or you won’t like your next punishment, Lamb.”
He sighed and rested his head against my chest. “Understood, Sir.”
* * *
The next morningI rolled over and out of the bed at the sound of knocking on my front door. Letting out a long sigh, I grabbed a pair of sweats off the floor and yanked them on before I made my way down the stairs. Wrenching the door open, I was ready to chew the ear off whoever rocked up this early in the morning but stopped when I saw King. He tilted his head back and smiled, giving me the type of expression that generally made me want to punch someone. The audacity of the man was compounded by the fact that he looked far too good for someone awake this early, the sun glittering in his gray-streaked hair and shining off his black leather jacket.
“It’s you.”
King grinned, brushing his hair off his forehead. “It’s me. Can I come in?” He didn’t wait for an answer, though, before he shoved his way past me and into the house, bringing the scent of leather and boot polish with him. He walked toward the kitchen as though he knew exactly where he was going, and I frowned at his back before shutting the door. I stormed down the hallway, following him. He’d already worked his way around my kitchen, finding the electric kettle on the counter and staring at it like it was the weirdest thing he’d ever seen.
“It’s for tea,” I said dumbly.
He snorted. “I know what it’s for. I didn’t know you could buy these things in the States.”
“They aren’t easy to find.” I shrugged. “I bought that one in Miami. What are you doing here, King?”
He took the kettle to the sink and filled it with water, and I thought it was odd that he was treating my home as though it was his own. He turned the kettle on before spinning around toward me and then leaning back against the counter. His leather jacket pulled at his shoulders, and he looked morenormaltoday, not as stressed as he was when I saw him to collect the money. His eyes were bloodshot, however, like maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep or drank too much. Probably both.
