“No, Sir, I’ll be good,” he breathed out in a rush as he stripped his pajama shirt up and over his head. Smooth, creamy skin and pale pink nipples came into view. He had a dusting of black hair under his belly button that only made me think of what I’d find under his waistband. He was slim and beautiful, and I wanted to splay my hand across his flat stomach. Instead I gave myself another squeeze.
“That’s really good. You obey so well, Max.”
Pink splotched his chest, and his face turned an astonishing shade of fuchsia I wouldn’t have thought a human could produce naturally. I brushed my fingers over his cheek and was gratified to feel the heat radiating from him. I’d done that. I put that visible arousal there on his skin.
“The pants, too. That was part of my order,” I murmured.
He stared at the floor as he slid the bottoms of his pajamas down his long legs. I was shocked at the shapes of his muscles. He was well-formed, as I’d expected, but he had nice tight legs, like maybe he swam or jogged occasionally. I paced to the side so I could see his fantastic ass in nothing but the black briefs he had on. His cock pushed the limits of what the fabric could hold, and the head was nearly ready to pop out of the band at the top in front. I was fairly certain he was cut. Hell, maybe his bouncy ass was so perky just from running up and down the stairs instead of taking the elevator at city hall; it wasn’t like I didn’t have him going back and forth all day, every day.
Again, strangely pleased with myself, I stared, while he had trouble returning my gaze.
“Do you know why I’m looking at you, boy?”
“No, Sir,” he whispered.
“You know you’re good-looking?”
He hesitated, and I could tell he wanted to say “no, Sir” again, which pissed me off. I liked messing with him, but I didn’t like that everyone else had done it so much he lacked confidence in something so basic.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, voice harsher than I wanted.
“Oh. Okay.”
He sounded confused. Part of me really wanted to tell him to call me Daddy. I wanted to take care of him that way, but it wasn’t right to ask him to do something so intimate if this insanity was only happening once.
“You’re such a good boy,” I mumbled, struck dumb by the play of the firelight across his tight belly and the pulsing twitch of his cock still struggling with his underwear. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. With a single step forward, I was close enough to caress my fingertips over the pleasantly silky skin of his stomach. I dipped my forefinger down between the cloth of his briefs and his tight abs to swipe over the sticky head of his cock. He gasped.
“Did you know you earned a little reward?”
His pink lips parted, and my entire body surged and my muscles coiled. I wanted to drag him off to the nearest flat surface and fuck him, but instead of being a caveman, I forced myself to breathe. I swirled my fingertips around his navel.
“Wh-what?”
Smirking, I splayed my hand on his stomach. I was able to almost cover the entire thing. He arched into my touch, something I didn’t think he was aware he’d done.
“You do realize you said you were sorry to me? Twice, as a matter of fact. They weren’t necessary apologies, but it was a step in the right direction.”
Max stilled and an adorable scowl worked its way across his face. He seemed like he was winding up to say something that would maybe get him over my knee and spanked—all in all, not a terrible image—but I doubted he was ready for anything like that. I cut him off by dipping two fingers back into his briefs, where I used them to gently massage the tip of his cock, and he gasped and went up on his tiptoes as if he could force me to take him completely in hand that way. He shoved his hips forward.
“Boy, do you need something?” I asked, circling his cockhead slowly. “If you’d followed my orders completely when asked, you’d probably be coming by now. However, you didn’t.” I gave his cockhead a final caress with both fingers that had him clawing at my shoulders. “Now, you get to wait.” I withdrew my hand, and he looked pained as I stuck my fingers in my mouth to suck the slight bitterness of his precum. “That’s good, too.”
He stumbled back a step and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs but still didn’t lower them.
“When I tell you to do something, I expect enthusiastic and immediate compliance. You should know that.” I gave my fingers another lick and really was enthralled by his taste. I wanted more. I wanted to suck every inch of his skin. Memorize him.
He bit his lip and glanced back toward the fire. He was as hard as a man could get, and I would have thought the cloth pressed against it would be painful, but still he didn’t lower his underwear. We hadn’t talked beforehand. Was I pressing at a limit here? The last thing I wanted to do with anyone I played with was make them the sort of uncomfortable that would call a halt to things.
Ruin the sex.
Even when he was frustrating, he was still beautiful.
Sucking in a deep breath, I said, “Leave them for now. Undress me.”
He blinked and stared at me for a second, and then with a wisp of a smile, he was in front of me again, pulling at the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms and he slid the cloth up and off me. I helped him with the final bit because I was so much taller it made things a tad awkward, but then he ran his fingers along my chest, teasing the hair between my pecs and tracing my collarbones. It all felt like magic.
“Good boy. You’re doing so well,” I murmured.
His hips twitched forward, and his breath caught. I almost felt bad using this one amazing kink of his I’d already discovered against him—that he liked to be praised. To me it said he probably hadn’t had enough love, which seemed to line up with everything he’d told me about himself, and that made me want to tread carefully and not twist his desires against him….
