Time to give him some happy.
He leaned back, placing his hands behind his back and opened his mouth wide in invitation.
“Cover your teeth, with your lips,” Ishmael ordered. Kris obeyed. Then the hot, hard length was brutally thrust into his mouth, bumping the back of his throat. He choked but didn’t pull away, drool running down his chin and eyes watering. Ishmael fisted his hair and began fucking his face in earnest, every few jabs pulling all the way out to give him a split second respite in which to gulp in air. It was terrifying. It was also glorious. Then he was drowning as Ishmael’s cock pulsed, releasing jets of hot, bitter cum down his throat. He tried to swallow.
“Good boy,” Ishmael praised him, pulling his cock free. “Now lick me clean.”
Kris took in another breath and used his tongue to swipe the fluid from around his mouth. He cradled Ishmael’s dick in his hand, marvelling at how it glistened with his spit. He darted his tongue out and gently swiped it clean.
“Now go get on all fours in the aisle, and play with that tail in your ass.”
Kris’ mind dimly whispered that even just a few days ago, when he first agreed to become Ishmael’s, that he would have baulked at the command. No such thing happened this time. It was if his body moved of its own volition. He positioned himself on all fours in the aisle, ass high in the air, facing Ishmael. He glanced in front of him. Ezra, Josh, and Ollie were steadfastly keeping their gazes averted. Josh was staring out the window, Ollie was looking at the paperwork from the folder, and Ezra was staring down at his phone as if it held the secrets of the universe. He knew they would hear what he was doing, had, in fact, been privy to what he and Ishmael had just done. He didn’t care. In the long line of things he probably should give a fuck about, this was one thing he had no fucks left to give.
He giggled, reaching back to twist and pull at the tail in his ass.
Yup, the only fucks I have left are those Ishmael is going to give me. In my ass, in my mouth, whichever way he pleases. Tied up, tied down. Loose, or dangling from a hook. I’m his, and he willalwayscome for me.
