Jonathan strips out of his clothes hastily, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Standing before me, naked and nervous, but not attempting to cover himself up.
He is baring himself to me. I have no choice but to appreciate the way he looks.
I’ve always found him physically enticing, but now that he’s older, and bigger, it’s even more hypnotic. The muscles, the tattoos, the piercings… a few days of stubble on his sharp jawline that really makes him look like a giant hunk of alpha male.
So different in appearance from my…
Shaking it away, I focus on my pet. Dominant everywhere else…
But right here, withme, he’s not.
He’s still mine. Despite everything…John Chevelle kneels for only me.
Stepping up to him, hold his gaze while buckling the collar around his neck. I fasten the leash to it, moving back to meet his gaze once more. His face is flushed, and my eyes travel down the pink that’s crawling up his neck from his chest, appreciating the black leather of the collar biting into his slightly tanned complexion—the collar I gave him years ago.
JC… Property of The Ivory
My gaze slides further, over his chest, the pert in his nipples, stuffed with steel barbells. For me to connect the chains…
When I peek below his waist, I find his erection standing full. Swollen tip with another piercing beneath it. Balls visibly tight.
A quiet breath leaves me, and I swallow a mouthful of saliva before returning to his face, finding it flushing much deeper now. He’s turning red from the shame of this already. And we’ve just gotten started.
Gripping the leash in my fist, I grunt, “On your knees.”
He falls to kneel before me, the tightened leash choking him a bit. He grunts, coughing when I pull tighter. “Get lower… Show me how you beg for my forgiveness, perro malo.”
In an instant, he’s on his stomach, nuzzling on my legs, my shoes, whimpering as he goes. Kissing my feet while mumbling, “I’m sorry,” over and over.
“Are you sorry?” I hiss, and he nods. “Really?”
“Yes. Really,” he breathes.
The way he says this tickles the pit of my stomach. It’s… confusing.
I yank him back by the leash, get him on his back and stand over him.
Unbuckling my belt, I slip it free from its loops. I’m outside of myself as I whip him, all over his thickly muscled torso, watching his skin redden and quiver. His chest, abs, pelvis. I hit his thighs and his hips, and when I get his dick by accident, he moans, a pulse of arousal seeping out.
I have to pause, gasping for air because I’m overcome with a fierce urge to slip below his waist and… lap it up. To suck him into my mouth and worship him with my lips and my tongue until…
No, wait… No, that’s not…
“Fuck…” I rasp under my breath, dropping the belt.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m on top of him. Straddling his torso and kneeling on his arms to pin them down. Opening my pants with trembling fingers, I pull my cock out, grabbing his jaw hard. “Open.” I give him a look until he parts his lips. “Wider.”
Nudging my dick up to his quivering lips, I drag the head over them while he shudders, shoving it down his throat, in one thrust.
Smacking his face with my palm while I fuck in and out of his mouth,roughanddeep.
“You want mercy, my pet?” I snarl.
He gargles and groans.
I get higher on my knees, fucking his face so hard there are tears tumbling down his cheeks. But his lashes are fluttering, eyes rolling back in his head.
Peering over my shoulder, I see his fingers digging into the carpet, as if he’s using all of his strength to keep from touching himself. Or me…
