“Very well then," he says pointedly. “I shall do as you ask, but you must do something for me.”
I look at his heated gaze, my heart in my throat.
The word that escapes me is heavy, and weightless at the same time.
“Anything.”
“You must be quiet,” he whispers. “I do not want to hear a peep from you, do you understand?”
I nod, sucking in a breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“You will take your punishment in silence, and if you do as I say, I will reward you later. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kisses me swiftly and then he does it. He drops to his knees and in one swift motion, wraps his hand around my cock and brings his lips to my head. I fight the urge to groan, knowing I have to stay quiet. I purse my lips together as he wraps his lips around my cock and takes me into the back of his throat with one hard motion.
My hands seek purchase against the wall, and I feel a gentle tug on my hand. Sloane guides my hand to the back of his head, and my fingers grip his hair tightly. His tongue rolls around my cock, and my breaths come in hard, fast, but I fight to moan. My body tenses as my balls draw tight and my orgasm starts barreling towards me, and then he just… stops.
No… no… no.
My fingers grip his hair tightly as I suck in a breath.
His mouth returns not a second later, and he uses one hand to stroke my shaft while he continues to suck my cockhead, his tongue pressing into my slit, and once more, I feel my orgasm culminating like a hurricane. I bite my lip to keep the moaninside, but it’s so much harder than I thought it would be, and a faint grunt escapes me.
He stops again, and I swear my knees turn to Jell-O. I’m so close, so fucking close, and all I want to do is come.
“You good?” he asks.
“I’ll be better if you let me come,” I bite.
Sloane chuckles. “So demanding.” His mouth works at my cock, and I swear I feel my damn soul leave my body.
“Have you learned your lesson, Oliver? Are you going to be a good boy and do as I say?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper hurriedly. He chuckles. “Sir.”
“Good," he says, looking up at me with blown pupils. “Then come for me.”
When he takes me back into his mouth, I don’t fight him or my orgasm. I can’t. I come hard and fast and close my eyes, biting my lip to keep in the moans that want to escape me. I swear I see stars behind my eyes as I empty myself down his throat. He swallows every drop wordlessly. My head feels hazy. I feel dizzy.
When I’m done, he carefully pulls my briefs and pants up. My eyes find his as he rises, his icy blue irises glistening with pride.
And then he leans closer and kisses me softly. It’s a rush all on its own, and juxtaposed with what just happened… it makes me feel like I could crumble to the floor in the best way.
I’ve never felt ecstasy like this.
I want to feel this again. And again and again…
“Are you good?” he whispers against my lips.
Tears fill my eyes, and my breath shakes.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe as I kiss him harder. “So fucking good.”
I feel his smirk against my lips as he slides his hand into my hair and tugs the locks gently.
“Good. Now get your ass out of my dressing room or I will be forced to buy you an extra suit. And it will cost more than the last.”
