into my role for the night, rather than losing my mind and turning over that much power to him.
“God, I love hearing you call me that,” he praised me.
William’s fingers slid down my crack. I rocked my hips, needing him to give me something to tide
me over. With our bodies pressed together, I could feel his arousal pressing against my own. I rutted
against him, earning myself another smack. “Don’t tease me, boy. You won’t like the results.”
“Sorry.” I wasn’t sorry at all. If he was going to get me wound up before making me clean up, I
was going to do the same right back to him. I wanted him to remember this moment all night in case
there were any other boys here who wouldn’t be as much work.
“Uh-huh, sure you are.” He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you
smell good. I wish we had time for me to taste you all over. Tell me you don’t have to get home right
after work tonight, Corey.”
“I don’t.” I should, but for once, I was letting go of what Ishoulddo in favor of what I wanted.
And right now, there was nothing in the world I wanted more than William devouring me. Fucking
away all my doubts and insecurities.
“Do you work tomorrow?” he asked. I shook my head. “Good.”
“But I—” Again with my inability to finish a sentence. I needed to tell him I wasn’t working
because I had Willow, but it felt wrong saying her name while I was thinking about what I wanted him
to do to me. And Iwasthinking about that. Based on the outline pressing against his jeans when I
stepped back, he was thick. He seemed to be average length, but damn, I could imagine the way he’d
stretch my hole. I groaned, reaching down to squeeze my own erection.
William swatted my hand away. “No touching. Good boys don’t play with themselves. They save
that for their Daddies. You are a good boy, right?”
“Yes,” I confirmed, my quiet voice pitched slightly higher than normal. I dropped my hand,
squeezing my legs together. By the time we left tonight, I was going to be ready to explode. I hitched a
thumb over my shoulder. “I’m going to wake Sam and make the bed now.”
“Okay. I’ll help him get ready to open,” he told me. “When you’re calmed down, come find me. I
have something special for you to wear tonight.”
I cocked my head to the side, wondering why my usual uniform wasn’t good enough.
“Little boys don’t dress like this,” he informed me, tugging on the hem of my tight t-shirt. “And if I
have anything to say about it, you’re going to be the best boy in the place.”
