Domingo smiled and watched him go, then turned to me.
“I’ve heard a right tupping called many things, but never that.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.”
***
ThedebrieftowhichCaptain Martin had referred involved a delicious and deserved hiding over his lap, after which he sent me to my knees to bring him off with my mouth, then tied my limbs to the bedposts to spend long minutes teasing me with various implements before fucking me and leaving me covered with his spunk.
A typical afternoon for us.
As I lay there, engorged once again, and splattered with milky fluid, Dinesh gazed upon me with satisfaction.
“Now that’s how I’d like to keep you for the rest of the afternoon.Besmirched and desperate.”
“No, no, please...”I whined, struggling and wiggling.“Can’t you use your hand?I’ll do anything you want…”
He cocked his head, considering.“Will you?Anything?”
I blinked.He was a cagey fuck.
“Well…anything…within reason?”
“Not good enough,” he said, pulling on his pants and acting like he was finished with me.He’d never left me in ropes for a whole afternoon, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.
“All right, all right.”I closed my eyes and prayed he wouldn’t make me do anything very difficult or distasteful.“Anything.I’ll do anything.Only please…please help me to finish.”
He grabbed his shirt and pulled the garment over his head.
“Or let me do the job myself.”
He sat on the edge of the mattress and I batted my eyes at him.
“Hmm.Now there’s an idea,” he said, eyeing my prick and licking his lips.
He leaned down, took my chin in his hand and kissed me soundly, shoving his tongue inside my mouth to assert his dominance.I didn’t mind.Especially when he gave my cock a few strokes to tease me further.
He let go, broke the kiss, and leaned over me to untie my left hand from the bedpost.Then he sat back.
“All right.Have at it.”
I stared at him with wide eyes.
“But…but that’s my left hand.”
He grinned.“So it is.”
“I’m right-handed.”
“Yes, I know.”
I huffed.“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
“I’m sure you can do the job,” he said, leaning back against the pillows and regarding me with bemused affection.
I gazed at my cock, arching over my belly and leaking at the tip.Probably wouldn’t take a moment, but achieving the desired result would be more difficult with my non-dominant hand.This was all I was going to get apparently.
“Fine,” I said.I presented my left palm to him.“Will you at least give me some spit to work with?”
