Scott stared at himself, wide-eyed and trembling with the effort of remaining on his feet while his body was still trying to adapt to the deep penetration.
“Rough enough for you, Scottie.”
Scott nodded.
“Words!”
In between panting for breath, Scott managed to stutter out; “Y-yes, sir.”
Joe met his eyes over his shoulder in his reflection. Triumph burned brightly in his gaze. But whatever he felt about the honorific, it wasn’t enough to distract him from what he was doing.
He didn’t stand around waiting for Scott to relax around his shaft or for him to get comfortable in the new position. He started a series of deep, powerful, thrusts that threatened to have Scott tumbling to the floor at any moment—although Scotthad no idea if it would be lack of balance that took him down to the floor or going literally weak at the knees with pleasure.
There was no way in hell he could take a hand off the mirrored wall to jack himself off. But, he’d come from nothing more than the ecstasy of having Joe’s cock in his arse before. He really hoped he could do the same again, because he needed to come so badly.
“Remember that I own your cock,” Joe growled in his ear. “Come without permission and I’ll have you locked in a chastity cage for the rest of your life.”
Scott tried to speak, but he only managed to utter mangled syllables. Forget stuttering, any kind of speech was beyond him now.
Joe reached around Scott’s body.
Scott thought he was going to reach for his cock; but at the last moment, he grabbed Scott’s balls.
The grip he took on Scott’s nuts was just as fierce as the one he’d had on his wrist earlier. Joe twisted his hold.
Scott’s whole body jerked.
He tossed back his head and screamed—not in pleasure at his orgasm flooding through him, but in despair at having it snatched away at the last moment.
As he felt Joe thrust harder and faster than ever, Scott looked down at his own cock. He was completely soft now. His shaft didn’t even twitch as he felt Joe come deep inside him.
Joe bucked his hips and tossed his head back, but he didn’t completely release his grip on Scott’s balls until he finally fell still. Scott stared down at his cock as he fought to catch his breath.
“Head up,” Joe suddenly ordered. “Don’t you want the guys in the corridor to be able to see your face?”
Scott obediently looked up. He watched as his reflection blushed. “They c-can see us…s-sir?”
Joe’s reflection grinned. He looked content and sleepy after his orgasm, and more than a little smug too.
“I th-thought…” Scott reconsidered whether he wanted to finish that sentence, but when he saw Joe raise an eyebrow at him, he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get away with doing whatever the hell he wanted. He cleared his throat. “You s-said that no one was s-supposed to know we’re t-together, sir.”
“Yeah, well, they wouldn’t have hit on you if they knew you were mine, would they? And you wouldn’t have seen how hot they all were for you and realised that I’m telling the truth when I say how lucky I am to have you for a sub, would they?”
He separated their bodies and turned Scott around.
Leaning back against the wall, Scott stared up at him. Joe looked very serious. Scott swallowed several times in quick succession.
“But that was then,” Joe said. “This is now. It’s important that they know you’re not actually on the market. And even more important that you know I have no problem with anyone seeing me with you.”
Scott stared up at him, relishing his words.
“I have no problem with anyone seeing me with my sub,” Joe said, in a softer tone of voice. “And you are my sub, aren’t you, Scottie?”
Scott nodded rapidly. “Yes, s-sir.”
“Good boy.” Joe brushed their lips together. It was a gentle touch, but after the earlier, rougher, kisses, it was still enough to send shivers down Scott’s spine.
“Now, aren’t you going to thank me?” Joe asked.
