And I was hard as fuck, ready to let him have it.
“Oh, my houseboy likes this,” he drawled happily and gripped the chain between the cuffs in his fist. He raised my arms in the air over my head and bounced his ass on me. I felt stretched out and exposed as I tugged lightly to bring my arms down, and I’d half expected him to let me pull my hands back between us.
He didn’t.
Sweat broke out on my skin and a thin line seeped down the back of my collar. I rocked my hips with a grunt.
“That corset.” I licked my lips. “I’ve never seen you in anything like that. Holy shit.” His strawberry-pink nipples stuck out over the top, and the leather cinched in his waist. The dip at his hips drew my eye directly to the bulge pushing out the leather at his crotch. There was barely enough room in those pants to contain him. He was fucking amazing, and oddly more masculine than usual in those clothes that showed off his cock so well.
“Stormy, I wish….”
“What do you wish?” he asked softly and ground down on me.
My brain wouldn’t work, and I tugged at the cuffs again.
“You’re my bitch tonight, Ross. What do you say to that? You’re going to give it up. Pay me with this.” He rose just enough to grasp my dick through my pants.
Embarrassment and excitement had me nodding and lifting my ass in the air toward him. He gave me a good squeeze and even managed to massage my balls with his fingertips.
“Is this what I want? Hmm? What do you think?” he murmured. His grip went a little too tight, and I whimpered, but it wasn’t painful enough to make me lose my wood. I breathed through the sensation, and then he let go. He sank down again and socked an “oomph” out of me as he drove my hips against the couch. “Are you going to use this dick to pay me?” he demanded, tone cold.
“Yes, Mister,” I murmured. “Yes, if you want it. Yes.” I could have babbled out a longer answer and probably wouldn’t have made much sense, but he saved me the humiliation of sounding stupid and sealed his lips to mine. The kiss he laid on me pressed our lips together hard. I tried to push my tongue into his mouth, but he nipped me. I whimpered at the slight pain, and then he invaded, fillingmymouth withhistongue.
It was strange. He’d never acted like this in the past. I tried to put my arms around him, but the cuffs pulled, and he still had the chain between them gripped in his right hand anyway, controlling me. He leaned back and sucked at my bottom lip as he went.
“Hold this,” he said, and I was shocked to see how flushed his face was when he lifted my shirt to my chin. He let go of the cuffs, and I fumbled to do as he’d said. The position of keeping the hem lifted while I flashed him my torso was strange and had me letting out a nervous chuckle I tried to swallow down. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, or why I was listening as he ordered me around, but the serious set of his mouth made me worried about what he might do if I didn’t follow orders.
He latched onto my left nipple, lips soft and silky on the inside, and I squirmed at the ticklish jolt of heat that powered through my gut.
“That’s too much!”
He let go enough to lean back and show me his even white teeth—in what maybe was a smile but seemed more like a wolf snarl. “I like tits,” he said and massaged my chest. “Yours are nice. Good, solid pecs. Nice nipples.”
“Women have tits. Men don’t.”
“Everyone does.” He sat up and framed his chest with his hands. “See how great they look?”
“But I’m a man.”
“So what? You’re my bitch, doing what I tell you to do in payment for all the shit you owe me. Are you seriously back talking your Mister?”
“No,” I said and gulped hard as he narrowed his eyes on me.
He leaned forward and whispered, “You’re mine, Ross.”
Heat streaked through me and I closed my eyes as a twisted pleasure, damned close to coming, settled into my groin. I panted hard. He pushed me back against the couch and went after my chest again, biting and sucking on my left pec above my nipple. It felt good as he sucked all around my nip, leaving deep reddish-purple bites in his wake that would probably bruise tomorrow. Then he was back on my nipple, and I kicked my feet at the tingles as he squeezed my already abused pec while he lightly worked the nub. I humped against his ass and held my breath at the intense rush of pleasure.
Abruptly he sat up. I panted through the awful end of the feeling I hadn’t been sure I’d liked to begin with.
“You want it,” he growled and seemed sort of surprised.
I nodded. “Yes, Mister.”
“Keep that shirt up,” he snapped, and the next thing I knew he was fumbling with my belt. He crawled off me enough to open my pants, and then I helped him as he jerked my clothes down to my knees. My cock stretched into the air. Dazed and excited, I stared as he kicked off his heels and then went back to the table across the room. He held up what I assumed was a single pack of lube, and I ogled as he strutted back toward me and ran his hands down his hips. “I wanted more. Forgot how big you are.” He winked.
“Mister, you’re beautiful.”
“I know.”
