Well, I guess it still means domination, but in a sexy way.
“Okay. What do you want me to do?” I ask carefully.
Lucian sits down in his chair. “Take your clothes off and tie a bow around your dick.”
I snort. “No way!”
“Oh, but I thought you wanted to be fucked?” He plays with his own cock. It’s large and veiny. The tip beading with cum makes my mouth water.
“I do.” I shed my shirt.
“Then wrap it up, sweetheart. Or I’ll just edge you and leave you horny and aching for the rest of the day.” His smile is wicked, taunting.
I unbutton my pants angrily. “You’re the devil.”
“That is what other’s call me, yes. But the only words I want to hear out of your mouth aremaster.” He leans forward, sliding my pants off. “The occasionaldaddywill do, too.”
“Fuck you.” I snatch the ribbon from the desk and wrap it around the base of my cock, tying it into a perfect bow. “Happy?”
His handsome face is delighted and hungry. “Almost.”
Lucian opens his desk drawer, pulling a bottle of lube out. He takes my hand and squirts the gel onto my fingers. “I want to watch for a little while.”
“This is humiliating,” I bite.
His eyes level with mine, tucking himself away. “Then, don’t do it.”
I stare at him. I want to choke him. I want to kiss him. Jesus, I want him to fuck me more than I want to play hard-headed.
I lean back against his desk, making a show of shoving off useless supplies. My flaccid penis looks small wrapped in the red ribbon. I spread my legs so he can get a good view and slip my fingers in.
I gasp against the intrusion. I’ve been so restless all day, I just want him to use me.
“Oh!”
His hands are on my thighs, spreading me further. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”
I pinch my nipple, and my cock starts to strain against the tight ribbon. Holy fuck.
“Yes, master.” I moan and groan until I can’t think.
“You’re doing so well, Elias.” His tongue traces the seam of my now straining dick.
I push another finger into my hole as Lucian leans back in his chair. I can see the outline of his large penis pressing against his dress pants. But he doesn’t make a move to touch it.
“Can I see?” I pout.
His mouth curves into a sly smile, his eyes dark and dangerous as he watches my fingers. “You wanna get off from seeing me?”
I nod frantically. Another groan slipping from my mouth.
Lucian pulls himself out, letting his dick breath the hot smothering air we’re both in.
My brain goes blank. Is my mouthsalivating?Jesus, I need to be put in a mental institution or something. Because the way this man is looking at me, the way his body is responding to mine... I can’t bear it.
“Luci—master, can I please be fucked now? Please. Oh god, please,” I beg.
Lucian lunges towards me. Suddenly, I’m flipped onto my stomach. My toes barely touching the hardwood floor. And then he spears into me.
