“Y-Yes,” Damian admits, already breathless and panting.
I chuckle darkly. “Then the safe word is pickles, got it?”
He laughs softly but I yank at his hair and he grunts in response. “Got it.”
I pull Damian to the living room by his hair and while still holding onto him I make sure the TV is off and glance over at the windows to see if the curtains are closed. They are.
I can remember when I was on my knees for Damian, and how desperate and vulnerable I had been—and now it’s completely different.
Damian stands before me with an obvious hard-on in his slacks and my hand holding tightly to his head. I push down on his head with one hand and on his shoulder with the other.
“Get on your fucking knees,” I growl.
Damian practically collapses to his knees like a man who has been waiting to hear those words.
I feel all my blood pumping through my body and meeting violently in my groin. I can hardly contain the desire that pulses through me. I push my silk bottoms down, nothing else underneath, and my hard length springs free.
“Open your mouth.” My words are demanding and harsh, but he reacts as though I’ve asked him as sweetly as possible. Damian opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out.
“Look at that mouth,” I say with a gasp as I grab my own cock and slap it against his tongue. He hums softly in response.
I rub myself against his wet tongue for a moment before I finally urge him to close his mouth around my length. I’m still holding his hair with my other hand, and I use this for leverage.
“Don’t fucking move,” I order him. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
Damian doesn’t move, he doesn’t bob his head and he doesn’t even work to steady himself on his knees. As I start to thrust my hips against his face, he simply takes it.
He takes all of it.
I grunt and moan in pleasure as his mouth surrounds my throbbing cock and every single swivel of my hips brings me across his tongue in just the right way.
“That’s it,” I praise him. Despite the fact that I’m supposed to be punishing him.
I remember myself and I pull at his hair harder, listening to him grunt and pant in response.
The sound of my balls smacking against his chin claps throughout the room, the only other sound is my moaning and his grunting.
I look down to see the bulge within his slacks has grown even larger and there’s a damp spot of what I imagine is precum spreading along the fabric.
“Someone likes being used, doesn’t he?” I say breathlessly.
I let go of his hair to pull my shirt off over my head. I’m already sweating. Every part of my body is burning hot and I can’t help but rock my hips harder and faster into his mouth.
I know if I don’t stop soon, I won’t be able to. This incredibly hot moment will be over when it’s just begun. So, I force myself to slow down. I shiver hard as I pull my hips back away from his mouth.
Damian leans forward slightly like he’s trying to follow my dick that I’ve taken away from him.
“Tsk tsk.” I run my fingers through his hair and feel the sweat there. “You’re not supposed to be moving unless I say so.”
“Yes, Sir,” he says low and gravely.
A shiver runs down my back and I look at him with even more desire and need than before.
“You’re a naughty man,” I whisper. “Stand up and get undressed. I want every single piece of clothing off you by the time I get to five. One?—”
Damian quickly stands up and starts to disrobe. His jacket, his pants, his underwear.
“Three—”
