“Please,” he begs.
“Mmm. I don’t think so. I like making you suffer. And you’ll suffer for me because it’s what I want, won’t you?”
“Yes. Whatever you want.”
“That’s my good boy.” I push him forward so he’s standingup straight, pressing his chest against the door as I take him. I kiss the back of his neck, his shoulder, before pressing my teeth into him and biting.
“Oh fuck!” he calls out. “I’m going to come.”
“No.” I reach down, grabbing his balls and pulling them away from his body. He’s slick, his precum having run down his shaft.
“I’m almost done. Be real still for me and let me fill my hole.” He feels like he’s mine, and while we continue to do this, he is.
“Yes, Sir,” he says as I slam into him. I don’t hold back anymore, let myself careen off the ledge and dive headfirst into pleasure. My cock jerks, filling the condom with my load, and I keep going until I’m wrung dry.
We’re both breathing heavily, my body practically holding James’s up, as I pull out of him and instruct, “Turn around and kneel.”
He does, his dick flushed and swollen, begging for release I’m not ready to give him.
I pull the condom off. “Do you want it?” And damned if he doesn’t whimper. “Open.”
I turn the condom upside down over his mouth, squeezing out my cum from inside. It must taste like rubber, but he doesn’t seem to mind as I squeeze out every bit I can, then bend over and spit in his mouth again. “Swallow.”
He does, then looks up at me and beams—sweaty and hard, denied his pleasure, but riding the high of giving me mine, and if I wasn’t already gone for him, I definitely am now.
I pull up my pants, tucking myself away. I’ll worry about the mess later.
“Come here.” I tug him to his feet, then take his mouth, pushing my tongue inside, tangling my hands through hisdark hair, wanting him to feel as possessed as I feel possessive.
“Come on. I want you to shower with me.”
His brows draw together, forehead wrinkling, looking as confused as if I told him we’re going to jump off a mountain.
“Is that a limit for you?”
“No, Sir. It’s just…unexpected. I don’t usually do things like that with Doms.”
“I’m not like them. This isn’t like what you did with them. Come.”
I take his hand and grab my bag. James says he needs his phone in case one of the kids or the school calls, so I let him grab it before I take him upstairs.
“You’ll stay naked all day. I want to see you and touch you whenever I want.” I set my bag on a chair in his room, then move into the en suite.
“Are you ever going to let me come?”
“Maybe.”
I start the water, then remove my clothes, handing him each item and watching James fold them and set them on the bathroom counter. When I’m naked, I open the glass shower door and signal for James to go in, following behind. He immediately reaches for the sponge, but I take it from him. “No. I’m taking care of you.”
I wash his body, slowly, teasingly, savoring every gasp and moan and plea, especially when I clean his ass, groin, and pecs. Once he’s rinsed off, I squeeze his chest, lick his nipples, massage his neck, and feel him relax.
“Hair now,” I instruct, then wash that for him too, rinse it, before following the same process with the conditioner.
He’d softened some, but he’s hardened again, and I love leaving him eager and thirsty for more.
“My turn,” I tell him. He picks up the sponge, but I shake my head. “With your tongue.”
His eyes roll back in this blissed-out way that does all sorts of things for me. I step away from the spray, James following before asking, “Where should I start?”
