“Lean over the kitchen island and put your elbows on the counter.”
His eyes widened and he glanced at the island I’d gestured to. “Why?”
The question made me pause and I crossed my arms, aware of him wincing at his own words. His cheeks flushed and his right eye twitched.
“Sorry, Mister.” He tugged at his apron and glanced at the island again, swallowing so that his Adam’s apple bobbed with the movement.
“Lean over it now. I told you I was going to fuck you.” I pointed to the counter again, lips pursed. My words were hard, to show that I meant business. I was the Dom right now and he would learn to listen.
“Here?” His eyes widened farther and his mouth dropped open.
“Why not?” I grinned and took a step closer, running my hand over his chest. The apron was smooth and cool under my fingertips, and as much as I wanted to touch him, he needed to learn a lesson first. “You fucked me in the stairwell. Now I can fuck you where I want. Don’t you want to make your Mister happy, Pookie baby?” I pouted at him and kissed the corner of his mouth teasingly. “Make me happy and let me fuck you.” This time, it was half a question. I was many things, but I wasn’t going to really force Ross to do something he wasn’t comfortable with, even if his cock made a very obvious tent in the apron.
He licked his lips, hesitated, and then nodded. “Yes, Mister. Please fuck me. I… haven’t done it before.”
“Ever?” My voice showed my surprise. I just couldn’t fathom the reality that he was a complete bottom virgin. I’d been quick enough to get someone in my ass when I was old enough to fuck. “Not even apinkie finger?”
He shook his head, cheeks flushing a darker red. I wasn’t used to seeing Ross this embarrassed, but it was fucking hot and had my gut boiling with need. My cock stood at attention, long and curved toward him as though asking for him to do something to stop it from hurting.
Stroking his cheek, I smiled gently. “Mister will take care of you. Now get into position like I told you to.”
He nodded and took a step back. Turning, he leaned against the island and placed his forearms on the granite counter. His ass was pointed in my direction and my mouth watered again. I wanted to taste that hole.
“Stay there,” I ordered as I spun on my heel and strode to the bedroom. I went to the bedside table and grabbed the lube out of the top drawer. When I got back to the kitchen, I smiled at the sight he made. Like I’d directed him, he’d stayed in position, but his forehead was leaning against the counter between his forearms, his shoulders moving with his slow, deep breaths.
“I’m safe. I would like to get in you bare.” My cock chubbed, and for a second I nibbled the corner of my lip. How was that fuckable ass unexplored territory? “I pop my little blue pill every morning. Never forget.”
He glanced over his shoulder at me. “I haven’t been with anyone except you since I got out of jail. I was being safe before I went in, which you know. Haven’t been on PreP recently, though. I’m comfortable with it if you are.”
I dropped the lube beside his arm, and he raised his head to look at it with wide eyes. Leaning toward him, I kissed his shoulder. “I’ll take care of you, Pookie. Do you trust your Mister?”
He peeked at me tentatively, eyes shining bright. “Yes, Mister. I’m just nervous.”
“I know.” I ran my hand down the middle of his back, and he sucked in a deep breath when I made it to his ass. I thought about getting on my knees and licking at his hole like he’d done to me earlier but decided that was for another time. As it was, my cock felt like it was ready to explode. My balls were drawn so tightly to my body, I could probably touch myself once and I’d come all over his back. “I’ll take care of you.”
His body shook when I pressed my finger lightly to his hole. I grabbed the lube and squirted some onto my fingers before I placed them at his entrance again, spreading the gel around his tight ring. He murmured something I couldn’t hear, but it turned into a hiss when I slowly pressed my forefinger into him. He was tight, tighter than anyone I’d had.
“Does that feel okay?” I whispered. It wasn’t my goal to hurt him, and as much as I wanted to dominate him and make him mine, I wasn’t going to do it by ripping him, either. I couldn’t remember what it was like to be a virgin, beyond the fact I’d been trembling with excitement, but I’d popped my fair share of firsts. It was a moment most men would never forget, and I wanted Ross to remember the exact second my cock breached him.
He nodded, and I slapped his asscheek with my spare hand. “Use your words, Pookie.”
“I’m fine,” he said with a shaky voice.
I didn’t ask him if he was sure before I added a second finger. The sight of my digits going into his hole had my belly quivering in need and my cock throbbing. I wanted to be in him so badly, and it took all my effort not to sayfuck itand shove myself into his heat. But I took the time to stretch him in all the right ways—until it became too much. I couldn’t wait any longer, and his hole was loose enough.
I spread lube on my cock, shivering at the pleasure that rolled through me before I lined myself up with his hole. It wasn’t easy because he was taller than me, but I tugged him back slightly to a more accessible position before I slid home. I forced him open slowly, even though I wanted to slam into his heat. The sounds he made were delicious to my ears, mixtures of moans and whimpers of pain. I stopped when his little whines were more pain-filled than pleasured, and when he quieted, I continued again until I was balls deep and fully sheathed inside him.
“Fuck,” I groaned, lying across his back and kissing his sweat-sheened skin. “You’re so tight, Pookie.”
He stiffened, then relaxed and whimpered. “Please move, Mister.”
“Really?” I tickled my fingers down his spine and shivered through a wave of need that washed through me. I was scared that if I moved right away, I’d come before it even began.
“Please. Fuck. I promise I’ll be good. I’ll cook and clean and apply for jobs. I just need you to move.” The pure ecstasy in his voice had me shifting. Whatever my Pookie wanted, he got, and it’d been a long time since I’d fucked another man. So, I moved. I grabbed his hips and slowly pulled out before slamming back inside him. We both groaned, and my balls were raw, ready to erupt like a fucking volcano. Luckily I had some control over myself and slowly started fucking into him.
His tightness consumed me and I was hungry for more. I wanted him in every way I could get him, and right now he was driving me crazy. He moved with me, like a man used to control who didn’t know how to let it go. Ross wanted to be the one moving, fucking, but by his moans and whimpers, he also enjoyed having a cock inside him.
I laid kisses all over his back as I speared into him, tasting his skin however I could. I couldn’t get enough of him, and I wanted to stay like this forever. Pleasure burned through my body, searing me with feelings I wasn’t familiar with. I wanted to take care of Ross and protect him. I needed him in my life from here on out. The connection between us had been weighing on my mind for a while now, and I didn’t think I needed the Courtesan anymore. I still loved the people there, but now I wanted to seek adventure elsewhere—with Ross.
