“Yes. Please. I need more.” I’ll focus on these moments later, think about what it’s like to beg, to plead, to be needy and let someone give me what I desire. I might even be upset about it, but I can’t find it in myself right now. Everything feels too good.
“Suck.” He’s still stroking me, but Sir puts the hand he’s been spanking me with in front of my mouth. I suck his finger, and then he’s pressing that same slick finger between my ass cheeks, against my hole, then slipping inside. I’d cleaned myself for him, hopeful and ready for this, and the second his finger brushes my prostate, I’m already seconds away from coming.
“Please, Sir.”
“Please, what?”
“Can I come?”
“How bad do you need it?”
His hand feels so good on my dick, his finger fucking into me, that it takes everything in me to wait until he says I can, to be that good boy I only am when I give myself this. “So bad… I’ve been waiting for so long… I can’t come like this when I’m on my own. I need it.”
He rubs my prostate again, hand moving on my dick, mouth close to my ear when he says, “Let loose, good boy. Come for your Sir. You deserve it.”
That’s all it takes before I’m falling, descending into the kind of pleasure I rarely give myself, and I shoot, not even caring that I might get some on the back of my couch or that I’ll have to clean the rug beneath me. Later, I’ll likely worry about that.
“That’s it. Come for me. You’re doing so well.” He continues until I’m milked dry and there’s nothing left inside me.
Thank youfloats around in my head, but I can’t let the words out.
Sir’s finger slips from my ass before he lets go of my dick. He holds his cummy hand out in front of me and says, “Lick.”
I do as he says, lapping at my release until he’s squeaky clean.
It’s then that my thoughts intrude. What am I doing letting some guy twelve years younger than me, whom I don’t even know, dominate me like this? Why do I only fuck strangers and in such dirty ways? What would my colleagues think? My students?
I stand up, slipping out from in front of him. “I should clean this up.”
“I’ll do it,” Sir replies, and strangely, that thought makes panic rise in me. He watches me, always watching, in this way I don’t understand, like he’s searching for some kind of answer, then says, “I changed my mind. Go get the supplies and take care of the mess. Then we’re going upstairs. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
I sigh in relief, both because he’s letting me tidy the mess and because he’s still giving me more.
CHAPTER TWO
Colton
Caretaking is donein different ways. I’ve played with subs who want to be held afterward, but while I think James enjoys that too, it’s not all he wants. There are others who would want to be pampered, and I’d clean the mess for them and do whatever else they need, but that isn’t James either. It’s clear he couldn’t handle leaving it for later, and one look at his face told me he needed to be the one to clean it up as well, so I stand here and watch him, my dick deflating, still dressed while he gets cleaner and paper towels to scrub the little drops of cum that had dripped onto his rug.
I’m still not sure what I think of James. He’s not my usual type. I haven’t been with someone so much older than me before, and while that doesn’t bother me and he’s incredibly fucking hot, itisdifferent. James is also more uptight than the men or women I tend to go for—not that we’re dating. I have too much going on in my life to make time to date, but when I do meet up with someone, they’re a little more like me—someone who smiles occasionally and isn’t so intense about everything.
It was his looks that had me message him in the first place—short dark hair, broody brown eyes, and a jawline a guy dreams about. That and the fact that so many of ourkinks align. James isn’t looking for anything permanent or long term, just like me. He wants a Dom to play with, not a relationship, and considering that I’m transferring from community college to university this coming school year, for the first time at twenty-eight, my life will be too busy for a relationship.
But something about him is intriguing to me. I like watching someone so firm, so steady, come undone for me, to be the one to bring him pleasure because there’s no doubt in my mind James doesn’t get enough of it in his life.
I walk over to him, set a hand on his shoulder. James startles as though he’d forgotten I’m here. “It’s all cleaned up,” I tell him.
“I want to make sure.”
“You did a good job. Now Sir wants to fuck you. Are you going to be good and listen?”
A tremble runs the length of him, vibrating into my hand. I love that feeling, will never get enough of it—the proof of what I do for a sub. There is nothing like it.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Stand up.” I move back, and he obeys. “Put that stuff away and then walk upstairs with me.”
“Yes, Sir.” He hurries, like he doesn’t want to let me down.
