I huffed.
“Go to sleep,” he said with a laugh.
I rested my hands on my stomach and went out of my head. My feet twitched. My fingers tapped. My legs jiggled around. I heard him walk across the room and sit down, probably at a desk. The darkness got to me. There was nothing to see. Nothing to distract me. I tried to yawn around the gag. He probably wouldn’t see if I messed with the blindfold, but guilt squirmed in my gut, so I kept my hands in place. This would never work. There was no way I would….
Warm lips on my cock had me bowing off the couch. My mind snapped awake even though darkness still blocked my eyes. I struggled against the restraints and rested my fingers on the soft hair of someone’s head above my groin. For a disorienting second, I didn’t know what the hell was happening, other than bliss was wrapped around my cock, but then the warm, wet heat left me.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Brooks said as I panted and growled. He laughed and sucked back down my length again. I tried not to do anything I knew I shouldn’t, tried not to rock my hips, tried not to buck and gag him, but it felt so fucking fantastic as my cockhead slid past the back of his mouth, into the soft suction of his throat. He tightened his lips around me and sucked back up until he swirled his tongue around my foreskin. My balls drew up embarrassingly fast, and then I was throbbing and writhing as heat blasted through my belly. I curled my fingers into his hair as I jerked in place and unloaded my cum. Electric pulses lashed through me and skittered down my thighs. Brooks swallowed and swallowed, creating waves of pleasure that were almost too much. I was panting and drifting down from my high by the time he sat up, smacking his lips.
“You taste salty and delicious.”
I whimpered.
He slid his hands up my body and around the back of my head. “Sit up.”
The gag was off me fast, and I moved my jaw from side to side. My lips ached at having been held open so long, and I laughed. “What was that for? Not that I’m complaining. Of all the things you’ve done today, I have to say I didn’t mind the blow job,” I snarked.
He patted my stomach. “It was driving me crazy that you were all stretched out over here. Did you have a nice rest?”
“I… that depends,” I said, my mind going into overdrive, as usual, now that I was fully awake. My cock was hanging out and I was mostly dressed in a strange room in a strange house that wasn’t anywhere I’d ever been. My heart clanged along faster.
“On?”
“Is anyone else in this room?” I murmured and covered my spent cock with one hand.
He caressed my cheek. “No, I would never do anything like that without your permission.”
I huffed. “Thatyou wouldn’t do.”
Brooks’ fingers were back at my temples, and I stilled as he undid the blindfold and light flooded my eyes. I blinked and groaned, turning to hide my face against his neck.
“Okay, I get it. You want me all to yourself,” I whispered. My voice was wrecked. “But I can’t do nothing for a week. I just can’t.” I tried to open my eyes again but the light in the room burned, and I closed them. Brooks smelled so good I buried my nose against his neck and sniffed.
He laughed. “You want me to give you a job to do while you’re staying with me to relax from the constant work that you do?”
“How did you manage to make that sound so outrageous?” My gut churned. How could I make him understand that relaxing was stressful? Although, the massages and yoga had ended up being all right….
He motioned for me to move over, and when he sat down, I got comfortable beside him, but he simply reached an arm around me and lifted. I gasped as he situated me on his lap in a fairly easy move. I forced my eyes wide open and promptly allowed myself the satisfaction of rolling them because his smug smile made it very clear he was pleased with himself.
“I’m not a tiny little twink,” I grumbled, and he only roared with laughter.
“Hm. Jobs I have for Darcy Winters. What are they? I could make you lie over my desk all day so I can play with you whenever I feel like it? On your back in the morning, and on your front in the afternoon.” He reached down and grabbed one of my thighs, moving it outward a bit, in a way that had my stomach clenching pleasantly. “Ass spread open for me. Does that appeal? Because I’m not giving you real work while you’re here, sorry. That’s the best I can do.”
His hard-on pressed against my ass, and I squirmed on it, getting a sharp thrill when he rumbled out a low sound into my ear.
“Oh, you liked that idea, huh?” he whispered.
“No.”
“Hmm.” His superior fucking expression shouldn’t have been attractive, but it was, and that also pissed me off a lot less than it should have. I was sunk.
“For future reference, kidnapping me is not okay. But now that I’m here I’ll stay, I guess.”
Brooks wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and held me still as he sealed his lips over mine. His cock throbbed against my ass, and my breath caught as he pulled back and pecked a smaller kiss against my lips. “Good. I wasn’t going to let you go anyway.”
I absolutely did not fucking swoon, but I did wrap my arms around him and hold on tight to keep from slipping to the floor. “Thank you for bringing me to your house. I’ve never been in someone’s home like this. I don’t remember the last time Mother and I….” I glanced around the fancy den. “Well, before the Courtesan, we never really lived anywhere like this.”
He held me tighter, and I sank into the pleasure of his attention when he sucked at my bottom lip. Fresh tingles danced low in my stomach as he settled back with me on his lap while he stroked his tongue against mine. My cock twitched awake. If this was relaxing, no wonder people always talked about wanting to do it.
