Scott swallowed. He licked his lips. “Your c-cock.” He was surprised just how easy it was to say; to admit that he wanted anything more than whatever scraps of affection Joe might offer him of his own volition. “I w-w-want your cock, sir.”
Joe stared down with something that looked very much like success shining in his eyes. “Where?”
Scott didn’t drop his gaze from Joe’s face for a moment. He looked him straight in the eye. “My m-m-mouth, sir.”
It had to be his mouth. Scott wasn’t sure he’d be able to stay sane for long enough to get out of those leather trousers. He needed Joenow.
* * * * *
“Stay exactly where you are,” Joe ordered.
Scott bobbed his head very slightly, as if he’d been about to nod; but remembered just in time that he wasn’t supposed to move—not for any reason.
Joe grinned. “You can move your lips and your tongue,” he allowed. “It wouldn’t be much fun for either of us if you couldn’t do that, would it?”
“I understand, s-sir.” Scott licked his lips.
Joe released Scott’s wrists and straightened up, settling a little more of his weight against Scott’s crotch.
There was something wonderfully erotic about binding Scott in place with nothing but an order. Leather could neverhave entwined itself around Scott’s limbs more securely than five simple words from his master.
Stay exactly where you are.There wouldn’t be any digging through drawers looking for the key to that particular lock afterwards.
“Good boy,” Joe murmured, as he ran his gaze over Scott’s half-exposed body. Without really giving it too much thought, Joe wrapped his fist around his own erection.
Scott’s cock was trapped inside those very pretty trousers, but Joe had easy access to his own shaft. He’d jacked off to a mental image of Scott so often, masturbating to the sight of the real thing was almost second nature.
Scott whimpered.
Joe didn’t need to stare at his own cock to know what it looked like. It was far more fun to watch Scott squirm mentally, knowing he wasn’t allowed to wriggle physically.
Scott was so obviously desperate to reach out and touch Joe. Leather cuffs would have been a blessing for him. If bonds had held him in place, it would have been easy.
Joe watched as a frustrated frown deepened across Scott’s forehead. He’d have bet everything he had in the world that something less challenging wouldn’t have proved to be anywhere near as much fun for Scott in the long run.
There was something in Scott that loved striving to please. Succeeding in obeying his dom against all the odds, would just make his eventual orgasm all the better. Joe smiled. Watching the show wasn’t going to do his own climax any harm either. Their kinks fitted together just as perfectly as their bodies always had.
With his hand still working his shaft, Joe lifted his weight forward onto his knees. Scott instantly opened his mouth, as if he might somehow be able to reach the tip of Joe’s cock from there.
Joe’s grin never faltered. Carefully manoeuvring his way up the sofa, he brought his cock closer to Scott’s mouth, just an inch or two at a time.
Scott whimpered. He nipped at his bottom lip. A moment later, his tongue moistened the skin he’d just come so close to splitting. He moaned low down in the back of his throat and swallowed rapidly.
But, as he watched, Joe was well aware that there were a far greater number of things that Scottdidn’tdo. He didn’t move his wrists from where Joe had pinned them against the sofa. He didn’t try to reach out. He didn’t complain. He didn’t attempt to hurry the process along at all.
Scott took the tiny bit of freedom that Joe had given him—his lips and tongue—and he made the most of it, but he didn’t ask for anything more. He didn’t try to take anything for himself.
Inching forward, Joe finally had his knees spread to either side of Scott’s shoulders. The arm of the sofa was behind Scott’s neck, lifting his head and tilting it forward. His position offered his mouth up at a beautiful angle for Joe’s cock. It was almost as if the sofa had been designed just for that.
Joe stroked himself again, still denying Scott a taste. Scott once more opened his mouth in readiness. Looking up, he met Joe’s eyes. No demand. No request. Just complete acceptance and, quite possibly, a whole lot of hope.
Joe guided his cock to rest against Scott’s bottom lip. Pre-cum leaked from the tip and Joe carefully painted both of Scott’s lips with it, marking him out as belonging to him in yet another way.
Scott groaned with an extra dose of frustration, but he kept his mouth open and remained motionless while Joe completed his task.
Joe waited for several extra seconds to pass before he nodded. Scott quickly licked his lips, lapping up every traceof pre-cum that lingered there, and swallowing it down with obvious enjoyment.
Scott opened his mouth again, in a silent plea for more. This time, Joe relented. He offered his cock into Scott’s mouth so he could taste him properly.
