“You good?” he asks, my heart racing.
I nod, trying to find my voice.
“Words, Oliver. I need your words.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper as he single-handedly unbuttons and unzips my pants.
I feel the faintest bloom of precum at my tip, and a shiver runs through me.
“Good. Now, did you think you could come here, like this, and I wouldnotreprimand you for your action?”
His gaze holds mine, and I feel my entire body go limp.
My breath catches as he strokes my throat, his grip warm, but not harsh.
He doesn’t push me. He waits.
My heart rises into my throat as I find the words.
“Did you think you could buy me an expensive suit and I would just take it? Give in without a fight?”
Sloane purrs, licking his lips.
“I’m going to give you a choice, Oliver," he says. “You can walk out of this room right now and wait for me like a good boy, and I will reward you for your obedience with much more than a suit.”
His hand slides down from my hip and over my cock, and I know he feels how hard I am. My cheeks heat as embarrassment and arousal dance together, spinning my stomach into knots. Without thinking, I grind my leaking cock against his palm.
“Or… you can press me and see what defiance gets you.”
He runs his nose up my neck, and another bloom of precum forms, kissing the inside of my briefs.
I suck in a breath, trying to find my words, but the part of my brain responsible for language seems to be crashing.
“You good, Oliver?” he whispers, his voice shifting from that dark tone to something softer. I nod. My body thrums with desire, and I’m acutely aware that I can feel everything. The blood rushing in my veins, my heartbeat like a freight train, my cock, hard as hell and straining against his palm. It’s too much, but also not enough. The monster inside of me, that ache, that darkness I try so hard to hide, wants more.
He wantseverythingSloane Pierce is willing to give us.
“Yes, Sir," I say.
“What’ll it be, darling?” he asks. “Are you going to be my good boy, or my bad boy?”
I lean in and kiss him, my hand settling around his neck. My free hand finds his hardness, and I squeeze him. Hard. He sucks in a breath, and his entire body stiffens.
“Alright then," he says, tightening his grip around my throat. His free hand shoves my briefs down with my pants, and I suck in a breath, realizing my dick is free and reality hits me.
I’ve never done anything in public before, except for that one time in the parking lot a few weeks ago, and I felt like shit after. And while I’ve thought about it, I’ve never had the guts to try it or even bring it up to any of my former partners.Including Robbie. His name reverberates in my brain, and I tense, wanting to shut it out. Sloane must feel my momentary lapse in comfort, because his gaze shifts from dark to light.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his touch easing up on the grip.
I shake my head, emboldened by the rush, by him.
I’ve never felt so seen in all my life.
It’s strange, but also deeply comforting. Like Sloane understands what I’m incapable of saying. Like he understands without words what I need.
“No, Sir," I say. “I want you to hold me accountable for my actions.”
My cock bounces, the ache fiercely overwhelming. I’ve never felt so keyed up before. Like any moment, I could break into a million pieces.
