Kris shivered at his touch. The man’s intent was clear.
Okay, so not just being asked if I will join whatever shadu enterprise he’s got going and do whatever a property manager of my level can do.
“Your submission must be total. As I’ve said, I have…singular…tastes.”
Kris’ eyes widened as the penny dropped. He fought the rising panic.
Die or become his kinky fuck toy and we’re not talking just a little spanking and furry handcuffs.
His mother’s face came to him, unbidden, followed by his siblings’, and finally that of his father. It would destroy them if his body turned up somewhere. They wouldn’t rest until they had an answer they would accept as to why he died.
I can’t let them anywhere near this. I can do what he’s asking.I can. Then they’ll be safe, I’ll be safe… I mean, he might hurt me a bit but there’s rules, right?And I’ll live another day to figure something out.
“Yours,” he whispered, his voice sounding harsh even to his own ears.
Ishmael took off his suit jacket and removed his tie. “Excellent,” he said, draping them across the back of the chair. “Then let us begin.”
He hoisted Kris higher, making him cry out in fear. “Shhh,” he soothed, touching Kris’ face in a tender gesture. “You won’t fall.” He ran the hand from Kris’ jaw, down his neck, and slid it to his chest where he massaged one of his pecs while stroking one of his arms with the other. Then the hand was flicking and twisting his nipple. Kris gritted his teeth at the onslaught of sensations. He felt his cock twitch.
“Hmm,” Ishmael hummed, then slid both hands further south. Moving himself to stand between Kris’ legs, he grasped his hips. Kris watched him, wide-eyed. Ishmael was still dressed, but Kris knew this was it. He was going to touch his cock and Kris had given him permission.
“Say it,” Ishmael said suddenly, locking eyes with him.
“I’m yours,” Kris repeated. Ishmael cocked an eyebrow at him. It wasn’t enough. “Body and soul…master.”
Ishmael gave him a sunny smile. “Good boy,” he said, moving one hand so it cradled a buttock. Then he bent his head and took Kris’s flaccid length in his mouth. Kris gasped and bucked, feeling himself harden.
Jesus, that shouldn’t feel so damned good.
He surrendered to the pleasure being offered.
