I’m in a haze, eyes stuck on his erection;solong and tumescent where it’s resting on his abs, leaving a puddle in his navel. Fisting him by the hair, I pump my cock in rough, watching in fascination as his dick bobs.Moving, twinging and leaking.
He’s so… aroused by this.
Fuck me… Dios…
I imagine him gripping my hips, helping me move. I imagine turning around, to suck him while he sucks me. I imagine him finally overpowering me, tearing my pants down, bending me over and—
Snarling out loud at the insanity in my head, I grab him by the throat. “If you come, I swear to God…” My voice is ragged, becauseI’mabout to come, and it’s too soon.
And I have no idea what the end of that threat was supposed to be…
What am I doing?
I’m losing control…
He groans something I obviously can’t understand, squirming beneath me.
I’m dizzy, holding his throat while I ride it, fucking and fucking, growling and thrusting, my balls tapping his chin.
“Youaremine,” I thunder, cracking down the middle. “You are myproperty, do you understand me? Necessitas esto…Quieresesto.”
He’s bucking as if he can’t breathe. But it doesn’t matter.
I’m… almost… there…
I grunt, forcing away everything but aggression, domination, and possession. “Take my mercy like a good boy.” My voice tremors, and I gasp.
But I can barely hear myself. I can barely process what’s happening.
I’m just coming down his throat, shooting in him so deep, it must be pouring into his stomach.
Feeding my pet…
My… sweet… good… boy.
Baby, let me…
I stumble away from him fast, leaving him lying there, gasping for air, with tear-stained cheeks and a giant erection. My head is spinning as I leave my office, the black lump in my chestracing. I’m burning up and itchy beneath my skin. I don’t understand it…
How an orgasm could leave me feeling so desperately unfulfilled.
It haunts me all night. The desire to go back…
For the next two days, I stay holed up in the mansion, depressed and unable to fathomwhy.
It makes no sense…
Why does it feel like I made a mistake?
Why does it feel like all I’ve been doing for ten years is making mistakes with him…?
I’m not supposed to be uncertain, goddammit.
By day three of hiding out, I decide to do something. I just can’t sit in this mansion anymore, and I sure as shit can’t avoid my Head Officer forever.
I call Kent in and arrange to order something special.
It takes me hours and hours to pick out the perfect one, customized and intricately designed. And it takes another couple of days to arrive, but when it does, I have Kent drop it off inside the old armory.
